I'm really not a dragon.

Sun and the barbarian first took the unconscious dwarf to the Temple of Compassion.

This temple, located on the Flying Dragon Bridge, enshrines a statue of Ilmat, the benevolent god and weeping god.

The temple priest was a kind halfling, with the temperament and heart of a gentle old lady next door.

She symbolically accepted five copper coins, promising to escort the dwarf out of the temple unharmed.

Suen received five gold coins and asked the temple priests to use healing magic to cure the dwarf as soon as possible.

The Temple of Compassion receives many wounded people every day. The nuns and priests are accustomed to healing wounds with herbs and bandages. As for healing magic, that is prepared for the wounded who are on the verge of death.

Of course, everything is negotiable as long as you're willing to pay more. If the other party doesn't agree, it must be because the amount of money offered isn't enough.

As for Suen, he applied ointment to the area grazed by the sorcery arrow, wrapped it in bandages, and then left the temple—it's really difficult for adventurers to avoid getting injured.

Back at the hotel, Conan crawled back into his room and fell asleep.

Suen asked the shopkeeper at the counter and learned that the drow elf hadn't returned since yesterday.

After a long night, Suen ordered a large pot of baked beans in tomato sauce and bread.

He sat in the hall, silently chewing and swallowing. His movements were simple and decisive, as if he were eating simply for the sake of eating. He poured the scalding hot food into his stomach as if it were water.

On his panel, the progress of the food item was increasing at an unreasonable rate, quickly reaching twenty percent.

Strange, the mission required him to eat ten times his body weight in food, but he didn't eat much?

Looking at the numbers on the panel, a conjecture gradually surfaced in my mind.

The system classifies humans as hill giants and rats as wild boars. It seems that everything in reality, whether in terms of combat power or size, is magnified in the system's judgment.

Therefore, the food he ate might have been "enlarged." If that's the case, eating a few more plates would have satisfied Longmian's demands.

Suen ordered several more plates of baked beans in tomato sauce.

"One plate!"

"Two plates!"

"Four plates!"

This hearty eating style drew the attention of many onlookers, who counted how much food Su En had consumed.

A half-elf with a frivolous look tore at bread and threw it into the broth, shaking his head as he said, "It's so disgusting to watch. I've never seen such a pathetic way of eating."

"Heh heh, an adventurer who can eat is a good adventurer! Give this kid a shot of ale to rinse his mouth, it's on me!" the burly warrior carrying a sword and shield said with great gusto.

Just as the half-elf was about to laugh at his companion's foolishness, he suddenly caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Wait, is that kid asleep?!"

Su En, who had just been eating and drinking heartily, was now slumped over the dining table, his even snores rolling out of his throat with a hint of heat.

"Ha, Alex, so this is the adventurer you were talking about!" The half-elf didn't miss the chance to mock his companion.

"A good adventurer is one who can eat and sleep well!" The sword and shield warrior said without batting an eye, waving his hand. "Give everyone here a glass of ale, including that exhausted kid. It's all on me!"

Shop owner Dashkent Morlivier kindly reminded him, "Alex, this could make a lot of money!"

The sword-and-shield warriors seemed to have been waiting for this moment. They took out copper coins and arranged them one by one on the table, saying proudly, "Who told us to get such a big job today? The Fourth Duke, Thorlin Silver Shield, hired us! It's a huge order!"

The entire hall erupted in cheers, with heartfelt praise for Alex and his wine.

The life of an adventurer seems to be like this: full of surprises, crises, joy, and sorrow.

Amid the cheers, there seemed to be discordant voices, rising every few seconds like a heavy drumbeat striking people's hearts.

"What's that noise!" Some people looked around and found the source of the sound.

The sleeping boy's heart pounded like thunder in his chest.

His breath grew hotter and hotter, and soon a layer of charred carbonized material rose on the table.

"Is this guy even human?" Some people were ashamed.

"Old Morlivier, your table's about to catch fire, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

"Hey, please don't make things difficult for old Morlivier. Some people may look human, but who knows, maybe the blood of another species flows in their veins?"

Dashkent Morlivier wiped his wine glass and said casually, but he didn't say the last sentence. This kid forgot to restrain his true nature.

Upon hearing this, the crowd quieted down considerably, their drinking and boasting subsided, and they looked at Su En as if he were a monster.

Monsters in stories are all grumpy when they wake up; who knows if they are in real life?

Alex glanced at the half-elf and, seeing his unpleasant expression, felt a surge of joy.

He picked up his wine glass and slowly sipped it, as if drinking red wine.

"At the very least, we can treat someone of that caliber to a drink, even if he's unaware of it and won't thank us."

-

Su En slowly stretched, her fingers trembling with comfort. It was a very fulfilling sleep, like returning to her hometown.

Then, he opened his eyes.

He was lying on his hotel bed when he heard the deafening snoring of a northern barbarian coming from the next room.

How did he get back? Did the hotel owner bring him back?

His palms touched the clothes, feeling the roughness of the linen, which cut his hands, but thankfully the money in his pockets was still there. But his body seemed to be undergoing some strange changes.

I rolled out of bed, feeling the wooden planks pressing down on my feet, and the slight bounce back after hitting the beams.

Feeling the breeze pass through my sleeves, flow along my wrists, and hit my chest.

We moved step by step to the washroom.

The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes in the mirror was indeed himself, but he could clearly sense that something was different.

He stroked the young man's neck in the mirror, where the scale-like patterns became increasingly clear.

Countless pieces of information began to flood his mind.

You have successfully entered the Hatchling Dragon stage and are now in the Young Dragon stage.

[Your all attributes have received a permanent increase of 1 point.]

[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 12 (+1), Constitution 10, Perception 14, Intelligence 11, Charisma 18 (-8)]

Main Quest: Growth - Feeding, Sleeping, Entering the Age of a Young Dragon

[Congratulations on completing your growth mission and advancing from the Hatchling stage to the Young Dragon stage. You are now qualified to prove yourself capable of surviving in this harsh world.]

[Rewards: Unlock the Path of the Dragon Lord questline (unlocked), Local Legendary Challenge quests (unlocked), The Daily Life of a Metal Dragon (unlocked), You should learn how to be a good dragon]

Amidst the chaotic information, one message caught Su En's eye.

[The Path of the Dragon Lord, Stage Two Quests Unlocked]

【Young dragon, solitary and alone! Greatness begins in humble beginnings. Only blood and fire can bring light to this era. Expand your ranks and lead them to victory in a low-intensity war where the combined forces of both sides number no less than 300 units.】

[Task Issued: The Path of the Dragon Lord - Phase Two]

Number of servants: 37/200

[Low-intensity war: 0/1]

[Unlock the advanced classes of lower-ranking servants: Diamond Dragon, Hand of the Dragon Lord]

[Reward: Second Breathing Organ Promoter]

Breath enhancer, which he had seen in the North Wind Treasury; the second breath organ, an organ extremely important to some dragons.

The golden dragon's special breath can weaken people, the silver dragon's special breath can paralyze people, and the bronze dragon's special breath can cause a repulsive effect...

Apart from a few special dragons, only metal dragons have a second breath organ.

Furthermore, the quest also offers the option of advancing the servant's profession!

Could it be that rats can become professionals?

"squeak?"

P.S.: Diamond Dragon originates from the advanced class in the 3r expansion "Dragon's Magic," which is equivalent to a Mind Mage. Dragon Lord's Hand is similar, originating from the advanced class Dragon Master's Hand, which is equivalent to a Wanderer, with a slight name modification.