Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol 9. Chapter 82: Why Is This a One-Way Ticket?!

Sure enough, the other party was Tiamat—the one the world revered as the “Dragon God.”

But his aura wasn’t quite what Noa had imagined.

She’d assumed the Sky Dragon progenitor would be stern and dignified.

Like Chronos, the God of Time.

Who would’ve thought he’d be such a kindly old grandfather?

“My name is Noa. Noa K. Melkvey. I’m the eldest daughter of the current Silver Dragon Queen.” Noa introduced herself politely as well.

Hearing that, Tiamat fell silent in thought for a moment, then said:

“Silver Dragons, hm… I don’t recall them. They must be a new branch that emerged later, right?”

“Yes, Ancestor. My mother is the fourth leader of the Silver Dragon clan, and the entire history of the Silver Dragons is only a few thousand years.”

It had been more than ten thousand years since Tiamat created the dragonkin.

Over that span of time, for all sorts of reasons—internal and external.

the dragonkin, beyond the handful of clans born at the beginning, splintered into many different branches.

Rosvisser’s Silver Dragons, Isha’s Red Dragons, and Valendna’s Wind Dragons were all late bloomers;

while Odin of the Thunder Dragons, Morgan of the Sand Dragons, and Star of the Radiant Dragons—whom General Leon had sent away long ago—belonged to older lineages.

Their foundations ran deeper, and their inheritances were far clearer.

Of course, whether new or old, once a clan developed far enough, it would hit a limit in its bloodline.

That was one of the reasons the dragonkin had suffered two internal wars in the past.

“Then that really is a very young clan.”

Tiamat sighed with feeling.

“And yet a clan that young managed to cultivate someone who could reach the Hall of Valor.”

From the sound of it, the Hall of Valor truly was a secluded realm, entirely separate from the world.

The primordial gods here couldn’t learn anything about what happened outside.

Otherwise, Tiamat couldn’t possibly know so little about Noa’s background and experiences.

But this wasn’t the time to talk geography and social ties.

Noa hurried to the point.

“Ancestor... ah, Noa and I don’t actually know how we ended up in the Hall of Valor. Could you explain it simply?”

At Noa’s question, Tiamat said slowly,

“That’s a question that’s anything but simple to explain.”

As he spoke, the ancient Dragon God turned around, hands clasped behind his back, and started walking forward.

“Come. We’ll talk as we walk.”

Noa and Noa exchanged a look, then followed.

Trailing behind Tiamat, Noa and her ancestor didn’t press with more questions, quietly waiting for his answer.

And, along the way, they observed the legendary Hall of Valor.

At first, Noa had thought the Hall of Valor was just a palace, like Chronos’s Time Palace.

But in truth, it was far larger—far grander—than any single palace.

Leaving the mist-shrouded pool where they’d first arrived, Noa and her ancestor followed Tiamat to a flight of steps.

Each step was made of a white jade-like material, stretching upward into the distance.

As the fog gradually thinned, Noa finally got a clearer view of the Hall of Valor’s overall shape.

In the distance stood five perfectly formed palaces, each with its own distinct style presumably the residences the five primordial gods had built for themselves after arriving here.

Wait.

Noa suddenly realized something.

“From Dad and Mom’s investigation, Mevis, the God of Wisdom, shouldn’t have fallen yet… but there are exactly five palaces here…”

In other words, the gods who arrived first—Tiamat and the others—had already built their “dear colleague” Mevis a house, just waiting for her to.

Yeah.

That was… that was kind of hellish.

Still, overall, the entire Hall of Valor felt like a hidden paradise.

No noise, no clamor. If you lived here long enough, you could probably settle your mind and nourish your spirit.

“Not long ago, another descendant of my dragonkin also arrived in the Hall of Valor.”

Tiamat finally spoke again, unhurried.

“When I sensed the newcomer’s aura, I immediately went to the Pool of Passing—oh, the pool where you just woke up.”

“But after a brief exchange, I realized this dragon descendant didn’t reach the Hall of Valor by inheriting my power. Instead…”

…

Noa helped the old grandfather finish the thought.

“The power of Apollo, the God of Light.”

Tiamat paused mid-step, turned back with a smile, and asked:

“How do you know that? Don’t tell me you know him?”

Noa nodded.

“It was Uncle Constantine. He’s friends with my father. Back then, to help Uncle Constantine successfully inherit the power of light and reignite the sun, my parents and many friends put in a lot of effort.”

“I see. Constantine didn’t explain the specifics of inheriting Apollo’s power to me in detail.”

Tiamat paused, then shifted the topic.

“But if your father could help him inherit a god’s power, then your father and Constantine must be very close.”

Noa blinked and scratched her forehead.

“I guess… so?”

The old Dragon God looked enlightened, and couldn’t help sighing again.

“I actually like making friends, too. It’s just a shame that in my era there wasn’t much intelligent life, so whenever I hear about friends and family, I can’t help asking more.”

So the “truly ancient ancestor” was an extrovert—no, an extrovert dragon.

No wonder Noa had struggled to understand feelings at first.

So it wasn’t that she was broken—her Dragon God just hadn’t taught the subject well.

“And if your father and Constantine are that close, then when they met, it must have been an instant friendship, right?” the old grandfather asked, still curious.

Noa: “No. The first time they met, my dad cut off Uncle Constantine’s head.”

Dragon God: “?”

So the younger generation really did play that hard.

“Ahem. Let’s get back to the point,” Tiamat said.

Noa and her ancestor straightened, listening attentively again.

“First, you must understand this: there are two ways to inherit a primordial god’s power.”

With his hands still behind his back, Tiamat continued up the white-jade steps, explaining as he walked.

“First: the primordial god who is about to fall passes on power directly. With this method, the inheritor does not need to come to the Hall of Valor.

Second: by some means, you temporarily obtain a primordial god’s divine power, and then, with a pure heart, enter the Hall of Valor. If you receive the god’s recognition and blessing, you can truly claim that power. Of course, you also need a way to leave the Hall of Valor.

But it’s worth noting that no matter which method it is, even after you obtain a god’s power, you can’t immediately use one hundred percent of it.

Properly inherited divine power is more like a seed with limitless potential. You must keep exploring, developing, and creating—until you carry that power forward and grow into a qualified god, or even something greater.”

Noa’s thoughts stirred as she slowly absorbed what Tiamat was saying.

The “direct inheritance from a god about to fall” should mean Chronos and Aurora.

And temporarily obtaining divine power, then entering the Hall of Valor with a pure heart to gain recognition—that was like Constantine.

As for her father… by his account later, after he was dying, his consciousness was about to go somewhere, but Hera—Grandma Hera—appeared in his mindscape and stopped him midway, so he never completed it.

All this time, they hadn’t understood why Hera would appear in Leon’s mind and block him.

Because based on their later findings, if Hera hadn’t stopped Leon then, Leon could have reached the Hall of Valor directly—and obtained the complete power of Zeus.

But with Tiamat’s explanation, Noa finally understood why Grandma Hera had intervened.

Back then, Dad truly could have reached the Hall of Valor, but he had no way to leave it.

If you couldn’t leave, it was no different from dying.

That was why Hera acted to stop him in the mindscape.

“Oh, right. Among the few inheritors of divine power, there was an exception.”

Tiamat stopped and turned his head.

“That girl used a miraculous copying ability to obtain time power that had already been developed. She also came to the Hall of Valor, yet she didn’t seem bound by this place. By sheer force of will, she returned to the real world.”

Noa knew exactly who he meant.

Safina.

Now that was interesting.

So far there had only been three inheritors of divine power:

Aurora, Constantine, and Safina.

One inherited properly, one inherited through the Hall of Valor, and one inherited through a System bug.

With only three inheritors, they’d somehow collected every expected and unexpected scenario possible.

Their Sapphire Continent was really thriving.

“No matter which method is used to inherit a god’s power, the most important prerequisite is that pure heart,” Tiamat said.

Noa stepped forward and asked:

“You mentioned a pure heart earlier. What exactly is it?”

Tiamat smiled, then continued:

“It’s nothing profound. It simply means the inheritors must possess the belief and will to save everything. Think back. Whether it was that purple-haired girl, or Constantine, or the two of you—haven’t you all possessed that kind of unwavering will?”

Noa’s mind drifted back.

Constantine hadn’t wanted to inherit Apollo’s power for himself. He only wanted to reignite the sun—to protect Hefei, protect Orion, and protect the people he treasured.

Without question, that conviction matched what Tiamat called a “pure heart.”

As for Noa and Noa, it didn’t even need saying. Their family was being corrupted by Chaos, and the entire Samael Continent was threatened by Chaos’s power. Of course they would uphold their vow to protect everything.

And Safina—when she copied time power, she lost an eye, and her life hung by a thread.

At the last moment, it was her best friend Anita who appeared, giving Safina something to anchor her will. She held on with everything she had, and in the end, successfully obtained the power of time.

Seen that way, divine power truly wouldn’t fall into the hands of the wicked—because they simply didn’t have a heart as pure and steadfast as crystal.

“I think I understand how we came to the Hall of Valor.”

Noa said calmly.

“We had a pure heart, and before the final blow, we also accidentally obtained a portion of the Dragon God’s power.”

Noa raised an eyebrow.

“When did that happen? How do I not know—ow!”

Noa flicked Noa hard on the forehead.

“You were busy fighting. Now you’re trying to review it and finding your head empty, huh?”

Noa rubbed her head.

“Then explain it.”

Noa first opened her left palm.

“Primordial Force.”

Then she opened her right palm.

“Chaos power.”

Finally, she brought her hands together, fingers interlocked.

“When the two combine, you can touch the threshold of the Dragon God’s power. That’s what Shadow did back then.”

Noa’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh—I remember now. By then, we no longer had Primordial Force protecting us, so we were also corroded by Chaos. And Shadow didn’t reach the Hall of Valor after obtaining those two powers because he didn’t have a pure heart.”

Noa nodded. “That’s right.”

After sorting it out, the two—one big, one small—let out a shared breath of relief.

It was hard to imagine seeing the Primordial Dragon King and the Silver Dragon’s crown princess wearing the same expression at once.

Whew. We’re amazing!

But today, you saw it.

Tiamat blinked, watching the two of them relax, and offered a timely reminder.

“The two of you—now that you understand inheriting divine power, have you forgotten something more important?”

Noa / Noa: “What?”

“How are you going back?”

“…”

“…”

“Right—how are we supposed to go back?!”

“Why is the Hall of Valor a one-way ticket?!”