Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger!

The snowy Moldos Mountains were a vast expanse of whiteness.

Max’s figure seemed small, tiny even within the huge mountain range.

He was not fast by any means, but every step he took was extremely steady.

If you were wondering why Max was not flying, it was due to the heavy snowstorm surrounding the mountains. As a result of the storm, Max would need to exert 10 times the strength just to fly in the direction he wanted.

Worse still, however, Max would easily get lost in a snowstorm while in flight.

Although he had the system’s map to assist him, the time he required to locate the snow lotus would be greatly extended.

Although he had plenty of time to spare, Max chose the most reliable method.

Along the way, should Max feel hungry, he would hunt the surrounding beasts, and if he were thirsty, he would consume the snow.

Thanks to his strong physique, Max did not feel any discomfort from the environment..

Moreover, after consuming the Dragonkin’s power, Max had experienced explosive growth.

Although it had been less than a year since Max was born, Max’s appearance was already close to that of an adult.

At this rate, perhaps in just a few more years, Max would obtain an adult body.

Grumble.

The sound of protest came from Max’s stomach.

Max had not eaten anything for two days.

Thanks to the barren state of the Moldos Mountain Range, what little animals and magical creatures that remained could easily detect Max’s presence from a mile away, giving them ample time to get away from him.

At this point, Max was considering postponing his plans to locate the Dark Snow Lotus Crystal until he had eaten.

However, upon crossing a snowy mountain, Max was stunned by what he saw.

To his surprise, he had found traces of humans setting up camp at the peak of the mountain.

However, this was by no means an ordinary camp, as Max had detected a familiar smell coming from it.

It was the smell of another dragon!

It was a familiar scent, yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Max slowly closed his eyes and searched his ancestors memories for the owner of such a scent.

However, Max was still too young, and his memories had yet to be fully awakened. This gave Max quite a headache.

He could almost make out what creature this scent had belonged to, and yet, try as he might, he just could not recall it.

‘This smell is both familiar and unfamiliar. Could it be from a subspecies of Red Dragons?’

Max thought to himself.

After all, the dragons that Max had encountered so far were Black Dragons, Red Dragons, as well as a Dragonkin that possessed the strength of an Immemorial Dragon. Aside from that, there were also his half-siblings that Agatha had tossed out of the lair back when he was born.

‘Those that feel familiar should probably be subspecies like my half-siblings, right?’

After all, Max did not feel any sense of familiarity with the Black Dragon or Dragonkin he had encountered.

At the next moment, Max’s huge figure stopped.

He was stunned by what he saw when he peered ahead.

It had taken him a long while to return to his senses.

He had spotted the skeleton of a dragon.

Max was certain that it had belonged to a Red Dragon back when it was alive.

Max slowly walked forward and looked at the skeleton of the dragon.

The dragon had not been dead for long. Based on Max’s estimates, it had only been 20 to 30 years since its passing.

Max spotted something akin to a finger bone within the dragon skeleton’s mouth. The unfamiliar scent had come from said fingerbone.

Max frowned slightly as he observed this finger bone.

It was likely that the finger bone had belonged to the killer of the Red Dragon.

Despite killing a Red Dragon, it had only cost said owner a single finger.

‘Just what kind of existence was it? How could it defeat a Red Dragon with only the loss of a single finger?’

Max continued to inspect the skeleton. After comparing its physique with the memories of his ancestors, Max concluded that the Red Dragon had been defeated while it was still in its prime.

It had died around the age of 500.

Red Dragons of this age should possess strong fighting abilities.

However, through the Red Dragon’s skeleton, Max realized that the Red Dragon had been brutally defeated. It was completely no match against its opponent!

Its opponent’s methods were very vicious!

‘Who did this?’

Max did not understand. Although he was not enraged over the Red Dragon’s death, he was rather concerned about the potential threat.

After all, the enemy of the Red Dragon might still be living within the area. Should Max put down his guard at this moment, he might get jumped at and killed!

Max looked around vigilantly. He inspected every nook and cranny, and made sure he had not missed anything.

At this moment, the sound of rushing wind could be heard coming from the distance!

An extremely fast object was heading straight towards Max!

The other party had discovered Max’s presence and was coming at him!

Based on its speed, Max was certain that it had meant him harm!

It was most certainly hostile!

Max did not open his eyes. His brows were tightly knit together as he tried to recall the enemy he was up against.

The inherited memories of dragons would expand as they grew. Thus, it was rather difficult for the 1-year-old Max to pry open the memories that had been sealed away.

The distance between the two was rapidly closing!

2 thousand meters!

1 thousand meters!

Although this might seem like a long distance, based on the speed of the approaching object, the two would most likely come into contact within seconds!

While this was fine if the incoming entity possessed no ill intentions, Max doubted that it was the case.

‘Finally!’

Max suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

He slowly opened his huge mouth and began condensing electricity within his mouth.

“Silver Dragon…”