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Chapter 1526: The Birth of Hope
"In a few days, I will have my Storm Avatar accompany you," the Deputy Commander said.
Hearing this, Leonidas broke into a wide, sycophantic grin. His utterly shameless expression seemed to say: Old man, as long as you’re happy, you can step on me all you want.
"As for the World Dragon, it seems we have vastly underestimated its potential," the Deputy Commander mused. "Aside from Hulk and Arthas, the rest of us have yet to deeply explore its true applications."
From Leonidas’s brief summary, the Deputy Commander could already see a broad new horizon for utilizing the World Dragons. Hulk had outright devoured his, using his own body as the seed to prematurely forge a Divine Kingdom. Arthas, meanwhile, was using his World Dragon as a vessel in an attempt to consume the entirety of Minor Hell. Both had expanded upon the foundation of the beast to forge entirely new paths.
In comparison, Leonidas, who had simply incubated his egg the traditional way, seemed to have taken the inferior route. Of course, since Leonidas was a dragon himself, his innate control over the World Dragon far surpassed the others.
"Originally, I was planning to modify the World Dragon within the Slaughter Space to breed a Slaughter Avatar," Alexander chimed in, sounding somewhat relieved. "But hearing you say that, I need to rethink my approach."
Since his World Dragon hadn’t hatched yet, he and the Deputy Commander still had the opportunity to experiment and expand upon its potential.
"In truth, we’ve overlooked a crucial avenue of development," the Deputy Commander pointed out. "Back in the sarcophagus, there were six dragon eggs in total. That Great Dragon King of Light, Mondusath, couldn’t have intended to simply hatch a single egg. He must have possessed a secret method for utilizing the World Dragons. To him, the World Dragons were merely crafting materials!"
Hearing this realization, Leonidas grimaced. Damn it, he thought, the more you guys talk about this, the more I feel like I got the short end of the stick!
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Titanion Realm, the City of Blessings.
Deep within the Blood Elf Palace, Rommath cradled the broodmother egg in his palms as if holding the most precious artifact in existence. At that moment, he profoundly understood the old adage: wealth is easily amassed, but true treasures are painfully rare.
To win this egg at the auction, he had depleted a full twenty percent of his treasury. That was the accumulated wealth of the Blood Elf Race over several millennia. Even a mere fifth of it was an astronomical sum.
"Husband, is it truly worth it?" the Queen asked, her voice laced with caution. She ached at the loss of their wealth and feared they had walked into a trap. "Could there be some deception at play?"
"There is no issue. I specifically inquired," Rommath reassured her. "The Seekers were explicitly authorized by the Lord to sell this egg. Furthermore, they provided a Demigod-level contract scroll to accompany it."
As he spoke, Rommath drew a shimmering golden magical scroll from his robes. It was a master-servant binding decree crafted by a Demigod. Forget a mere larva; even if a Demigod were bound by this contract, they would have to pay a catastrophic price to break free.
Rommath sliced his finger, dripping his blood onto the parchment before slapping the scroll directly onto the shell of the egg. A majestic surge of power rippled outward. Amidst a blinding flash of golden light, the contract was successfully forged.Inside the egg, the broodmother known as Laito had been waiting for far too long. Honestly, if he didn’t receive outside help soon, he was going to be the first broodmother in history to suffocate to death inside his own shell.
Just as his consciousness was on the verge of slipping into an eternal slumber, he sensed the familiar aura of a binding contract. In the darkness, golden runes began to condense one by one, searing themselves directly onto his soul in the exact same manner as his past life.
A contract! Laito thought, his fading mind snapping instantly awake as if injected with pure adrenaline. I’m saved!
However, an overwhelming wave of divine power suddenly descended, paralyzing him completely. It bound his soul in ironclad chains, dragging him into the golden runes to force his absolute submission.
This is the power of Law! Panic seized him, drowning his newfound hope. Am I being contracted by a Demigod?! Given his current strength and foundation, breaking the imprisonment of a Demigod in the short term was utterly impossible. He had prepared numerous countermeasures for his rebirth, but almost none were effective against an entity of that caliber.
Damn it, what went wrong with this reincarnation? Is all of this a trap set by my old rivals? As an Awakened being, Laito was inherently paranoid. If he wasn’t constantly suspicious, he never would have reached the pinnacle of power in his past life.
But soon, Laito’s terror morphed into wild ecstasy. He sensed the aura on the other end of the tether. His new master’s presence was pitifully weak. To Laito, a mere Legendary level combatant like Rommath was no different from an insect.
A Legendary level nobody? Wielding a Demigod-tier contract scroll? He must be some spoiled heir from a massive faction! Laito rejoiced. Heaven always leaves a way out! In a fraction of a second, Laito had already pieced together a highly plausible backstory for his situation.
Calm down... don’t get excited, he warned himself. The moment of greatest joy is often the most fatal. He forced his mind into a state of icy calm. Right now, he was nothing more than an infant broodmother larva. He needed to play the part of a mindless, adorable newborn to completely deceive his current master. Hiding his true nature, growing in the shadows, and observing his environment—that was his only play.
Back in the Blood Elf Palace, a sharp crack echoed through the chamber. Rommath stared unblinkingly at the egg in his hands as fractures webbed across its surface.
A snow-white larva, its back adorned with intricate, mystical golden patterns, wriggled out from the shell. In a few quick bites, it devoured the remnants of its casing clean. Then, the white larva began to crawl in circles across Rommath’s palm, exuding an incredibly strong sense of affection toward him.
It’s true, Rommath thought, his heart swelling. It really is a broodmother with immense potential! Through the mental tether of the contract, Rommath could feel its pure affection, its infantile emotions, and its terrifying innate talent. Only now did the heavy anxiety weighing on his chest finally dissipate. After burning through the hard-earned foundation of the Blood Elf Race, he had been terrified of walking away empty-handed.
"From now on, your name is Hope," Rommath declared, projecting his thoughts to the creature. "You are my hope for restoring my kingdom."
The broodmother paused for a second, then began excitedly wriggling back and forth across his palm in apparent joy.
Deep within the broodmother’s mindscape, however, in a place Rommath could never perceive, a voice was grumbling bitterly.
Hope? The hope of restoring a kingdom? Is that my name? Why does it sound so incredibly tacky? Laito cursed inwardly. Damn it all, my master isn’t some down-and-out, destitute noble, is he? If he’s so broke he can’t even afford to restore his own kingdom, how the hell is he going to afford the resources to feed a broodmother like me? Is he out of his mind?!