Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 445 Roda and Fenrir, Two Silly Dragon Kings

Lei Yingdong nodded slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his purple eyes: "Since you've stepped forward, I'll give you face. But remember, if they make any further moves, I won't show any mercy."

Before she finished speaking, her figure had already transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished into the sky.

Norton forced his head up, staring warily at the red-haired woman who had suddenly appeared before him. Her fiery hair fluttered in the wind, and she exuded a warm yet powerful aura.

"Who are you?" Norton's voice was hoarse and cold.

Mavica smiled slightly, squatted down, and looked at him gently: "I am Mavica, the Goddess of Fire, and like you, I wield the power of fire."

Constantine timidly peeked out from his brother's arms and whispered, "Are...are you going to arrest us too?"

Mavica shook her head, reached out and gently stroked Norton's severed arm. A fiery red light emanated from her palm, and the wound began to heal at a visible speed.

"I'm not here to arrest you, but to help you."

Norton felt a warm power flowing into his body, and his broken bones and muscles began to regenerate.

Unlike the scorching and explosive flames he controlled, this was warm and full of life, as if it were the source of life itself. Norton watched in astonishment as his arm gradually recovered, and the hostility in his eyes lessened slightly.

"Why do you want to help us?"

Mavica withdrew her hand, stood up, and looked up at the distant sky: "Because I know that you are not inherently bad. Although you are a bit tyrannical, the Dragon King also has his own emotions and bonds, doesn't he?"

He paused for a moment, then looked down at Constantine in his arms. His younger brother was looking at him with expectant eyes.

“Even so, we cannot submit to anyone,” Norton said firmly.

Mavica smiled. "I don't need your submission. On the contrary, I want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?" Norton frowned.

“That’s right.” Mavica nodded.

She raised her hand and waved it, and a screen of light appeared in the air, displaying a scene of countless dragons and humans living in peace.

It was Nata, a kingdom of dragons.

"Did you know that my kingdom once had a Fire Dragon King named Shukutl? He was the monarch of the Fire Dragon race, born from the source fire that carries light and wisdom, and led his race to establish a monarchical civilization."

"And Shukutl also had a younger brother named Kukulkan, and they went down two different paths."

As Mavica narrates, an epic tale of the Nata Dragon Clan unfolds, distinct from the history of the Dragon Clan world.

However, this plot follows the original development of the Teyvat world, without Meng Fan's intervention.

"Shukutel believes that as long as the solar quake is activated, the problem of the abyss can be solved once and for all. The experiment of phlogistonization has actually been almost successful. The dragon race can be reborn with phlogiston after the destruction of the world."

"Kukulkan chose humans and, through human-dragon hybridization, cultivated a perfect individual to compensate for the weaknesses of the human race. At the same time, he gave dragons intelligence, allowing a new race, or rather, a human-dragon hybrid, to lead humanity to defeat the abyss."

"The reason Kukulkan chose to believe in humans is because he saw in them the possibility of defeating the Abyss. Just as the relic says, seemingly weak humans can defeat dragons that are more powerful than them through their wisdom."

Norton scoffed, "A foolish choice!"

Mavica shook her head and then nodded: "Perhaps. Kukulkan was once lost and confused. He betrayed his own brother, and humanity was no longer under his control."

"During this time, he experienced disappointment after disappointment. Finally, he prepared an experiment to put a dragon and a human through many adventures, and finally they stood in front of the solar quake device and made a choice."

"Destroy the world, or believe in humanity?"

Norton's eyes flickered slightly, seemingly captivated by the story. Constantine, however, gripped his brother's sleeve tightly and whispered, "So... what did they ultimately choose?"

Mavica smiled slightly, tapped the light screen with her finger, and the images flowed, finally settling on a breathtaking scene.

Before the colossal solar quake device, dragons and humans stood side by side, their decisions shaping the future of the world.

“They chose to trust humanity.” Mavica’s voice was gentle yet firm. “Dragons and humans together bore the brunt of the abyss’s corruption, building a new line of defense with their mutual trust and strength.”

Norton remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a cold laugh: "Naive. Is the Abyss you speak of so easily defeated? According to your description, even the power of the dragons cannot completely eradicate it, let alone the fragile humans?"

Mavica was not angry, but calmly looked at him: "But the fact is, the calamity of the Nata abyss was indeed quelled by humans."

Norton's pupils contracted slightly.

“I know that you brothers have experienced betrayal and pain, and are wary of this world.”

Mavica sighed softly: "But not all humans covet the power of the dragons, nor do all gods see you as a threat."

She stretched out her hand, and a warm flame ignited in her palm. Countless tiny runes seemed to flow within the flame, markings of the Heavenly Contract.

“I don’t need your submission, nor do I force you to trust humanity. But at least give me a chance, and give yourselves a chance.”

Norton stared at the cluster of flames, a look of struggle flashing in his eyes. Constantine gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Brother... perhaps we can try?"

Norton looked down into his brother's innocent eyes, and the ice in his heart seemed to melt slightly.

Finally, he slowly raised his hand and gently touched the flames of Mavica.

“Remember, this is just a collaboration.” Norton’s voice was still cold, but his tone was no longer hostile. “If you or the humans of this world make any unusual moves, I will not hesitate to break the contract.”

Mavica's smile deepened: "Of course, this is a promise we made to each other."

Flames suddenly surged up, transforming into a stream of light that disappeared into the palms of both parties. The contract was thus established.

Just then, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from the distant sky, with dark clouds rolling and lightning flashing.

Mavica raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly, "It seems that Shadow didn't leave. He must be worried about the two of you."

Norton snorted and stood up, his severed arm fully healed. He flexed his wrist, his eyes flashing with renewed fighting spirit: "Fight if you want, I won't hide behind you forever."

Mavica shook her head: "There's no need for conflict. I'll take you somewhere."

With a wave of her hand, blazing flames enveloped the three of them, and the next moment, their figures vanished from the spot.

Only a wisp of fire remained, slowly dissipating in the wind.

The flames passed through a portal in space and time. After the intense heat subsided, Norton instinctively shielded Constantine behind him and cautiously surveyed their surroundings.

They were standing in a valley surrounded by red rock walls, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and fire.

“Welcome to Nata.” Mavica’s red hair fluttered in the hot wind. “This is my territory, the Land of Fire.”

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Meanwhile, Paimon received a report from Ray Movie. "Hmm, I understand. The Bronze and Fire Dragon King has been captured, right? Great! Let's see who dares to call me a good-for-nothing who only eats and does nothing now!"

Paimon was so happy that he shrunk down and spun around in the air. "I'm going to eat thirty cakes to celebrate today!"

"Ying, you've worked hard too!"

Lei Yingdian shook his head slightly, his long purple hair fluttering in the wind: "It's just my duty, nothing to mention. However..."

She looked up into the distance, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. "That fire god bringing the dragon king into Nata will probably cause unnecessary trouble."

Paimon waved his hand dismissively: "Relax, relax~ Mavica is very sensible!"

She suddenly leaned closer to Ying, lowering her voice mysteriously, "And I heard she's been researching new flame-themed dishes lately, want to go try them together?"

Ying's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "No need."

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China, the capital.

Deep within the subway station, Nibelungen.

The Dragon King Ruoduo entered this place with a "gift," but his gift was a bag of potato chips magnified a thousand times.

At the same time, it also came with a mission: to make friends.

A friend of its own kind, also of the same element, is Fenrir, the Earth and Mountain Dragon King, whose intelligence is only at a toddler level and who likes to eat potato chips, watch TV, and play games.

At this moment, Fenrir was curled up in a cave deep within Nibelungen, its enormous body with only its front half exposed, while its hind half was fused with the rock wall. To be precise, the dragon's hind half was still in skeletal form, with its thick spine gradually petrifying from front to back, finally connecting with the rock wall.

It's like being trapped there.

He listlessly poked at an old television set with his paw, the static on the screen flickering with his movements.

The television is broken, but Xia Mi isn't here.

"Boring...so boring..."

Fenrir muttered, his voice echoing through the cave like muffled thunder.

Suddenly, he sniffed and smelled an enticing aroma. It was the irresistible smell of fried, salty chips!
Fenrir jerked his head up, his enormous dragon eyes gleaming with excitement. He clumsily scrambled to his feet, his neck stretched out, trying to follow the scent out of the cave.

"Potato chips! Potato chips!" he cheered like a child.

Outside the cave, the Dragon King Ratna was patiently waiting. Beside him were piles of potato chip bags, each chip enlarged to the height of three or four humans.

"Hello, little one," Jodo greeted Fenrir gently as he looked at the curious little fellow.

Fenrir stared warily at Jodo, but his gaze was quickly drawn to the enormous potato chips. He swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "Are these... for me?"

Ruo Tuo smiled and pushed the pile of potato chips: "Of course, this is a gift to mark our meeting."

Fenrir cheered and pounced on the pile of chips, grabbing a handful and stuffing them into his mouth. The crunching sound echoed in the cave as he ate, his mouth full of crumbs, a happy smile spreading across his face.

"Delicious! Much better than what my sister brought back!" Fenrir mumbled.

A hint of pity flashed in Rota's eyes. He crouched down and gently patted Fenrir's head: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Fenrir stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and looked at John: "Who...who are you? Why are you giving me potato chips?"

“My name is Ruoduo, and like you, I am a Dragon King,” Ruoduo said gently. “I have come here to make friends with you.”

“Friends?” Fenrir blinked. “Friends like my sister?”

Rota nodded: "Yes, friends like Jormungandr."

Fenrir lowered his head and drew circles on the ground with his paw: "But my sister said we shouldn't trust just anyone."

“She’s right.” Ruoduo wasn’t in a hurry. “But friends can share happiness and chips, can’t they?”

Fenrir thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation: "Can you play games with me? Jormungandr is always so busy, no one plays with me."

Ruoduo smiled: "Of course. What would you like to play?"

"I want to play games!"

Fenrir turned to look at the television, his voice falling: "But...the television is broken."

His enormous claws gently touched the snow-covered screen, producing a low hum.

King Ruoduo glanced at the old television set, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "This is simple."

He raised his front paw, and a yellowish-brown light gathered in his palm before gently pressing it onto the television.

With a sound like rocks rubbing together, the television casing was gradually covered with a layer of crystalline rock. The static on the screen flickered a few times and then suddenly became clear.

"Wow!" Fenrir's eyes widened, and he excitedly leaned closer to the screen. "It's fixed! It's fixed!"

A cartoon was playing on the screen, its black and white image brightening the entire dim cave. Fenrir happily slapped the ground with its paws, causing the whole of Nibelungen to tremble slightly.

"Ruo Tuo is amazing!" He turned to look at Ruo Tuo, his eyes full of admiration. "He cultivates even faster than my sister!"

Ruoduo smiled gently: "Just a little trick. Come on, how about we eat some potato chips and watch the show?"

Fenrir nodded repeatedly, his massive body shifting awkwardly to make room for Roda.

The two dragon kings sat side by side in the cave, one intently staring at the television screen, while the other occasionally glanced at the innocent "child" beside him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It felt like I had gained a younger brother.

Halfway through the program, Fenrir suddenly asked, "Romans, where do you come from?"

John took a bite of a potato chip. Although food wasn't a necessity for someone like him, he pretended to eat it to keep Fenrir company.

“I come from another world called Teyvat, but it’s now called the Celestial Realm, and it’s become much more prosperous,” he replied.

“Teyvat!” Fenrir repeated the unfamiliar word. “Is it fun there? Do they have potato chips?”

"Of course!"

(End of this chapter)