Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

(Note: The protagonist was a human in his previous life and is a dragon in this life. He will mainly appear in the form of a dragon or a mythical beast in the future.)

Bafeng Mountain.

It is a famous mountain in the Xiangnan Mountains, with steep slopes, dense forests, and a variety of creatures.

"Is it reasonable that my Red Dragon can't beat a Wild Boar?"

Winters lay on a giant tree because a tusked boar was chasing him from below.

Winters was extremely frustrated. He couldn't understand why he, a red dragon, couldn't even defeat a wild boar.

"Lord Pig, I admit defeat. I'll never steal your ginseng again. It's getting late, you should head back now."

Winters lay on the tree, begging for mercy from Pig below.

"Hmph! Hmph!!"

Upon hearing Winters' voice, the tusked boar flew into a rage!

"That stinky lizard stole my ginseng, and now it dares to provoke me!"

It angrily crashed into the giant tree.

The pig advances suddenly! The pig advances suddenly! !

The tusked wild boar slammed into the tree trunk, causing the leaves to fall with a rustling sound.

Winters clung tightly to the branch with all four paws, not daring to let go, his frustration beyond words.

Winters is a real dragon, a genuine five-year-old red dragon.

The dragon's body is about six feet long (more than two meters), and its entire body is covered with crimson and vermilion scales. Its head is unusually large.

It has two short, curved horns, a body that resembles neither a tiger nor a crocodile, four legs, five claws, two wings, and a pair of vertical, flowing amber pupils.

Look at this!

In the original world, he would be a top-tier race, a true immortal being, and would be superior to all mortals.

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But when he arrived in this world, he couldn't even beat a wild boar and was chased around in a sorry state.

When Winters first arrived in the other world, he was very curious about this new world and explored everywhere.

When he flew to a cave, his dragon instincts told him that there were good things inside.

Peeking out, I saw that it was indeed the case.

Deep inside the cave grows many wild ginseng plants, which have a fragrant and tempting aroma.

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But these wild ginseng roots already have owners.

A wild boar the size of an elephant lay fast asleep beside wild ginseng, its two tusks gleaming coldly, clearly a beast not to be trifled with.

But what a dragon has its eye on cannot be let go.

Winters decided to kill the wild beasts and seize the wild ginseng.

The plan was simple: he planned to sneak into the cave, breathe dragon breath at the boar's head, and the boar...

The plan was perfect, but reality was harsh.

Winters underestimated the boar's strength; a single breath of dragon's breath only scorched the boar's bristles and made its skin scorch.

As a result, he was chased all over the mountain by wild boars. If it weren't for his dragon wings that allowed him to fly and save his life, he would probably be in serious danger.

Night had fallen, and only the grunting of wild boars and the whistling of the wind remained in the mountains and forests.

Seeing that the wild boar showed no signs of leaving, the red dragon Winters sighed:

"Sigh, I guess I have to go back. Luckily, I can travel between two worlds. I'll figure something out when I get back! I'll definitely be back!"

Winters possesses the mutated bloodline of the [Legendary Dragon] Rainbow Dragon, but unfortunately, the bloodline is thin, allowing him to only travel between these two worlds.

Today was his first attempt, and he never expected to end up in such a sorry state.

The next second, the multicolored scales on Winters' chest glowed, and in a flash, he left this world.

The wild boar was still violently crashing into the tree below, completely unaware that the red dragon above had disappeared.

.........

My vision distorted; the treetops, the night, and the wild boar all vanished, and a surge of intense magic washed over me.

"Master is back! Master is back!"

A chorus of sharp dragon-like voices exploded in my ears, sounding much like the barking of a puppy disguised as a dragon.

It's like a pack of puppies barking to welcome their owner home.

Winters hadn't even opened his eyes yet when he smelled the aroma of roasted meat, the rich smell of oil, and the aroma of spices.

He opened his eyes and saw a dozen or so short, dog-headed men.

They surrounded them, some holding crude spears, others carrying berries wrapped in leaves, and the one at the front with a string of animal teeth around his neck was the little leader, Gru.

Gru was stronger and more intelligent than the other kobolds, and he also had a pair of dragon wings, which was why Winters chose him as his leader.

"Great Red Dragon Master, you have finally returned!"

Gru grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth:

"Master, we hunted three wild boars this morning. We've made them all into roasted honey-glazed pigs, and we're just waiting for you to come back and enjoy them!"

Winters' expression froze when he heard the word "wild boar," but he quickly recovered, raised his dragon head, and casually praised them a few times.

In that world, Winters might be a lizard being chased by wild boars, but here he is the undisputed red dragon lord and the future dragon king!

Upon hearing the praise from the great Red Dragon, the kobolds cheered, their little tails wagging rapidly.

Winters rolled over and stood up, glancing around the camp.

Under the setting sun, this valley campsite is thriving.

Winters has put in a lot of effort to grow a young red dragon from an orphan to its current size.

His territory was divided into five regions.

In the fishing area, several rows of fishing nets were set up on the shallows by the river, and a few kobolds were hauling a string of fish out of the water. The fishing area was also one of the camp's important sources of meat.

The hillside planting area features neatly terraced fields on distant slopes, planted with root vegetables transplanted from the jungle. There are several varieties, providing daily food for the camp.

The kobold settlement consists of small huts built of stone and wood against the rock walls; these are where the kobolds live.

The Honeycomb Zone, located deep in the jungle near the Flower Trees, contains a large colony of beehives that produce a significant amount of high-quality honey each month, making it an important commodity for Winters' foreign trade.

The stone cave behind him is his dragon's lair.

The cave was spacious and comfortable, filled with dry red rock and fire sand, but it lacked some jewels and treasures as decoration, which Winters found regrettable.

After more than a year of hard work, he now has over two hundred kobold followers and can be considered to have achieved a considerable scale.

At this moment, Gru came up and excitedly reported in a dog-like dragon voice:

"Master, the fishing area had a good harvest today. We caught more than a hundred fish, enough for the whole clan to eat for two days."

The crops in the planting area will be ready for harvest in another two weeks, but several rows have been damaged by badgers. I'll take some people to repair the fence tomorrow.

Winters nodded: "Raise the fence, and make some traps with sharp stakes to see if we can kill those badgers."

Those badgers were particularly troublesome. They were nocturnal and liked to dig burrows. Winters tried to ambush them several times, but failed, since he wasn't good at digging.

Gru repeatedly agreed, and then reported:

"By the way, the honeycomb in the honeycomb area is full. I harvested three jars. I used one jar to make roasted honey pig, and I'll save the remaining two jars for you."

"Um."

Winters' tail tip twitched slightly. Honey was a good thing, and he liked it very much. He raised his head and said, "Let's eat first."

Gru led Winters toward the stone platform where the honey pig was roasted.

A simple grill was set up in the center of the stone platform, where three roasted honey pigs were roasted until golden brown and sizzling with oil, their skin slightly charred and crackling, looking very tempting.

Several kobolds squatted nearby, occasionally turning the surface over and smearing it with spicy tree sap and golden honey.

Winters walked over, and the dog-headed men automatically made way for him.

He grabbed the middle roasted honey pig, took a bite, and the fat exploded in his mouth. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender.

Winters swallowed it almost without chewing, then tore off a foreleg and swallowed it in three bites.

As I ate, the image of the wild boar under the tree flashed through my mind.

Winters bit into the pork bone and crushed it.

He was chased up a tree by a pig in that world and finally slunk back. If word got out, where would he put his face?

This wild boar must die.

He stared at the bone in its claws, already sentencing the wild boar to death in his mind.

Winters abandoned the bones he had gnawed on and devoured the rest of the roasted honey pig.

"Keep an eye on the campsite."

He spoke to Gru, spread his wings, and rushed into the jungle.

This place is called Emerald Valley, which he seized from a group of gnolls a year ago.

The valley is lush with vegetation and crisscrossed by streams, making it a perfect place to live. Deep within the valley stands an ancient tree that has lived for over a thousand years – the Great Tree Sage.

The Great Tree Sage possesses a long history and wisdom, accepts communication from all intelligent beings, and often offers guidance.

Winters flew for a while and then landed at the end of a valley.

Winters looked up and saw the Great Tree Sage.

The tree was enormous, blocking out the sky, and its trunk was incredibly rough, grayish-brown, and uneven.

Countless vines hang down from the tree, like the beard of a wise man.

Tree roots arched out of the ground, entwined around stones, covered in moss, damp and exuding the fresh scent of earth.

"Little Red Dragon, you're here again."

A deep, resonant sound came from the trees, sounding like the wind blowing through hollow wood, or like a wise man living in seclusion in the forest.

A crack slowly splits open in the middle of the tree trunk, forming an old human face.

The face is made of tree bark, and the most striking feature is its pair of deep green eyes.

"Don't call me Little Red Dragon."

Winters corrected, "Call me Winters."

Winters.

The wise tree repeated himself, his voice carrying a faint smile, quite casually.

Winters cleared his throat and said in a respectful tone:

"Respected wise tree, I need your help."

"Oh? What difficulties have you encountered?"

"Outside... there's a huge monster with thick hide and great strength. How can I kill it?"

The wise tree remained silent for a few moments, and the fallen vines swayed as if in thought.

"You are a true dragon."

The wise tree sage slowly said:

"When facing these low-level magical beasts, you just need to grow slowly. Your fangs will become sharper and your body will become stronger. Then you will be able to defeat them naturally."

"I don't want to wait."

The wise tree sage was silent for a moment, then said:

"Then you can learn some magic, such as Entangling Roots, Slow, and Sleep. These are all very effective against the magical beast you just mentioned, and you can slowly kill it..."

"magic?"

Winters frowned. Dragons are natural-born sorcerers. They can usually learn various spells as they grow older, and very few dragons learn magic.

Of course, aside from those with a penchant for magic, dragons with a penchant for magic are already monsters, resorting to any means necessary to learn magic.

A smile appeared on the face of the wise tree:

"That's right, you can learn some magic."

Winters frowned: "It's that simple?"

He found it too simple. In the past, when he asked the wise tree sage about managing his territory, the sage would always give him a long and wise speech, from which he benefited greatly.

"Simple?"

The wise tree smiled, its trunk trembled slightly, and its vines swayed gently:

"This is not easy. To defeat that thick-skinned beast, you need the body of a red dragon, fearless courage, and most importantly, a dragon brain that is good at listening to advice."

After speaking, the Great Tree Sage winked at Winters, then swayed his vines and pointed to the bluestone to the side:

"Go take a look at that rock."

Winters did as instructed and saw a stone slab engraved with spells, covered with more than ten kinds of low-level spells, which were the Entangling Spell, Slowing Spell, and Mud Spell that the Great Tree Sage had mentioned.

Most of them are level one spells, which Winters, who is still a fledgling dragon, can learn.

The wise man's voice rang out again, somewhat unintentionally saying:

"You once said you didn't believe in the Five-Headed Dragon Queen?"

Winters turned around, staring at the bark-like face, his tone strange: "Why should I believe her?"

In his previous life, he was an atheist. Although he was surprised by his reincarnation into this red dragon's body, he still maintained his atheistic attitude.

Of course, if that deity can bring him tangible benefits, he wouldn't mind believing in it or worshipping it.

Winters also believed in pragmatism; anything that brought him tangible benefits was good.

The wise tree remained silent for a long time; its vines stopped swaying, and even the sound of the wind in the green valley seemed to slow down.

"I have seen many dragons," it said slowly.

"Some of them are very devout, some are hypocritical, but more or less they all believe in their own dragon god."

"so?"

"So... if you ever figure it out, this wilderness is vast."

The wise tree's voice was soft, like the wind, yet as deep and resonant as tree roots sinking to the earth:

There will always be a place for you.

Winters didn't respond. He knew that this wise tree man worshipped a neutral deity called the God of the Wilderness, and he dared not speak carelessly about such things.

Winters then thanked the Tree Sage and flew back to the camp with his dragon wings spread wide. With the magic book in hand, he would no longer disturb the Tree Sage who preferred peace and quiet.

The Great Tree Sage watched Winters depart, then suddenly its tree face turned serious, and it murmured:

"Mother Goddess... how can I guide this young red dragon into your broad embrace..."

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Emerald Valley Forest.

Winters was constantly practicing various spells, using Swamp, Slow, and Web spells in succession, but the effects were not good.

The Swamp spell only turns a small patch of land into a swamp.

The Slow spell had no effect on a small insect, which quickly scurried away.

The web-shooting technique was even more outrageous; instead of forming a web, it simply turned into threads.

But Winters was satisfied.

"The red dragon's magical talent is indeed impressive; it was able to cast a spell on its first try. Not bad at all."

Of course, even if I don't learn these magics, as my body grows, I will master some powerful spell-like abilities.

The spells Winters used were all level one magic, which Winters, a red dragon with a life level of four, was able to learn and master.

Generally speaking, no true dragon would learn magic when they are young; it would be a waste of time for them.

For a true dragon, it would be more cost-effective to use the time spent learning magic for eating and physical training.

As they grow older, true dragons will naturally master some powerful yet simple magic-like abilities, which are sufficient for most true dragons.

Only when they reach the Ancient Dragon or Primordial Dragon stage, when they cease growth and development, will true dragons learn magical knowledge.

Therefore, ancient dragons and primordial dragons are usually masters of magic.

"Hmm, if other dragons saw this, they might think I've developed a magic-devouring fetish."

Winters continued to channel his inner magic to cast spells and practice, knowing he would be sleepless tonight.