Dragons, ancient creatures that only exist in legends, are undoubtedly the pinnacle of blood magic mastery.
In the process of developing their bloodlines, they have left humans far behind.
Whether it’s the level of their bloodlines or the extent to which they can be developed, they far surpass humans.
To put it bluntly, humans are just low-level beings stumbling along the endless path of blood magic, following in the footsteps of higher beings.
So, since she was born a dragon, she must have some innate racial talent! “Yah yah! Watch my Dragon Fist.”
“Dragon Thrust, Dragon Claw Attack! Dragon King Cannon, Dragon King Wave, Dragon’s Fury, Dragon Emperor Slash!…” The white-haired girl shouted under the big tree all afternoon, panting heavily.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard she shouted, no colorful and flashy special effects like in comics appeared.
“Dragon Impact Wave!” The white-haired girl pointed two fingers at her forehead, coincidentally resembling a certain Ultraman from Blue Star launching a light wave.
Five seconds passed, and the young dragon was dejected, like a deflated balloon, plopping down on the ground.
“Can’t breathe fire, dragon claws haven’t grown out, clearly a dragon, but really no special abilities at all… chomp chomp, well, the teeth are pretty sharp.” The young dragon thought while biting a piece of bark she had just pulled from the tree.
Relying on this form to enhance combat power is unlikely.
So far, the dragon bloodline hasn’t improved her strength at all; instead, it’s been a financial burden.
Perhaps because she’s growing, she has to eat a huge amount of food every day, and now she’s gradually unable to be satisfied with the awful-tasting bark and stone slabs.
“Even though the economy doesn’t allow it… occasionally, occasionally I want to taste some meat products.” She muttered softly, miserably gnawing on bark under the tree.
She hadn’t eaten dinner or breakfast, and now she was hungry again.
Rubbing her slightly deflated stomach, she clutched her chest.
No, if she keeps eating bark, she’ll definitely be malnourished, but does she have a choice? If she doesn’t eat, she’ll starve to death.
The feeling of starving to death must be terrible, just thinking about her empty stomach feels like a nightmare, and… starving to death is too lame! She doesn’t want to be the first dragon in history to starve to death.
“Ugh… at least, at least teach me how dragons find food, so I don’t starve.” Recalling Elsa’s instructions, she was told everything except how to hunt and find food.
In fact, this was indeed Elsa’s oversight, resulting in Jasmine spending nearly a third of her day thinking about what to eat next.
Meat, she wants to eat, but the dry, shriveled, bitter, and earthy-tasting bark is really hard to swallow… But where can she get meat? She can’t keep bothering Count Norma, Jasmine doesn’t like owing someone too much, and she can’t rob or steal, yet she has no money and no way to earn it with her own hands.
To put it bluntly, she’s just an assassin who can’t do anything else, useless except for assassination.
In terms of theology, any student from Fran Academy could easily outdo her, and in terms of combat power, she’s not outstanding either.
Once an assassin is exposed, only death awaits.
In terms of alchemy, she only has a superficial understanding, far from being able to practice it—alchemy masters all have teachers, self-study is almost impossible.
Thinking about it, Jasmine couldn’t find any special skills in herself after two lifetimes.
“Ha, special skills, of course I have them.” The white dragon girl tearfully gnawed on the half piece of bark in her hand.
“No one is better at gnawing bark and eating dirt than me, how about that, not a bad skill, right, ugh…” In the end, she’s just the kind of person who remains ordinary and unremarkable even after a second chance.
If it were someone else, they would have started all sorts of overpowered dragon plots with a second life, but for her, is there any difference in this life compared to the last? It’s even worse than the last, relying on bark and dirt to fill her stomach.
“Wait, difference?…” Suddenly, Jasmine had a lightbulb moment.
She pulled out the space cloak she had brought along, reached in, and after some rummaging, pulled out a pair of black-framed glasses.
“And, remove!” She pursed her lips, spat casually on the ground, and put on the glasses.
‘Dragon Saliva: As the name suggests, dragon saliva, an excellent alchemy material, quality grade: top-notch (Thousand White Feather (Supreme Dragon) top-notch, Material Dragon second, Place Name Dragon third, Colored Dragon lowest.), contains alchemy effects such as [Healing], [Strengthening Physique], [Enhancing Magic], [Aphrodisiac]…’
So, dragon saliva has so many alchemy effects? And almost all of them are positive buffs… What’s with this aphrodisiac? Is dragon saliva a cure-all, even for aphrodisiacs? These black-framed glasses not only show the specific values of alchemy potions but also alchemy materials.
Jasmine had always overlooked one point, which is her race.
She’s a dragon, and not just any dragon, but one with supreme bloodline, which is remarkable.
That black ring is a treasure trove, and she herself is no less of a treasure trove.
The dragon’s entire body is a treasure, from blood, bodily fluids, saliva, scales, dragon horns, bones, to hair, nails, shells, and even dandruff, all are materials that alchemists and blacksmiths find hard to come by.
If she could utilize this, would she still be in this poor state? Wouldn’t she be feasting on lavish meals every day?? However, for now, this is just a thought, as she can’t sell it.
It’s not that the things from the dragon can’t be sold.
As long as they’re genuine, buyers will want as much as they can get, competing with each other and even driving the price up to millions of gold coins.
But that’s where the problem lies.
Genuine? How can you prove what you’re holding is the real deal? She can’t just spit into a bowl and claim it’s dragon saliva to sell on the street, right? Besides, isn’t her saliva worth something? Spitting so much, how many tree barks and leaves would she need to eat to make up for it? What if no one buys it, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? In this human city far from other races, so-called ‘dragon saliva’ with unknown origins has no market.
People here don’t even believe dragons exist in this world.
Selling it on the street would definitely get her labeled as a fraud.
Most importantly, even if someone knowledgeable recognizes it as genuine ‘dragon saliva,’ would they let it go? They might secretly follow her to uncover her secret… In summary, even though Jasmine has a treasure trove, she can only use it herself and can’t sell a single item.
If only she knew alchemy, then she could use the dragon saliva as a material to make potions, and even if she sold them, there would be no problem…
