Under the Red Dragon

The arena's atmosphere finally exploded in the last moment, as the crowd's desire for the beastly and bloody was fulfilled.

Although their bloodthirst was not completely sated, it was still better than watching an entire match of cat and mouse.

The arena's populace dispersed, carrying the lingering excitement with them, while in the highest stands of the arena, unbeknownst to anyone, the Emperor of the Empire had quietly arrived.

He was accompanied only by the man named Kaire and the minister known as Lord Rebus, without a large contingent of guards.

Indeed, within this empire, his power was equivalent to a legend, so why would he need the protection of guards? Sometimes, these guards were even a hindrance.

The Empire Emperor's little princess, Princess Leah, was also sitting on Kaire's shoulders at this moment, swinging her legs, her eyes filled with the curiosity of a young child.

Having watched the entire gladiatorial match, Emperor Charal Caesar II of the Empire had a smile on his face. He turned his head and teasingly cooed at his most beloved daughter,

"Honorable Princess Leah, how about we make that red dragon your pet from now on? With its companionship, you'll never be timid again."

Leah's golden hair curled playfully. She stared at her father, the Emperor of the Empire, with a pair of round eyes, and said coquettishly, "But I think the scales of that green dragon are the prettiest, Father. How about we take the green dragon instead? Leah likes her the most."

Charal Caesar II's smile faded. He did not answer his daughter but instead looked calmly at Rebus, who was standing by his side.

"The performance of these young dragons is satisfactory. Let them train here for now. When they have received enough training, find an opportunity for them to fail."

The Empire Emperor's words were filled with irresistible majesty. He stood up and walked towards the door. "If any young dragon is unwilling, kill them!"

However, the powerful Empire Emperor did not notice that someone on the opposite stand was watching him from within the flowing crowd. This person was an extremely charming lady, and she was holding the hand of a golden-haired boy of about ten years old.

The boy was currently complaining, "These five-colored dragons are truly a disgrace to dragons. They are not worthy of being called true dragons alongside us gold dragons. That red dragon should have directly torn those lowly ogres to pieces with its claws."

The beautiful lady retracted her gaze and shook her head. "Those five-colored dragons are inherently selfish. No one is willing to help them. The five dragon gods don't seem to be protecting the five-colored dragons anymore, and that is quite pitiful!"

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Before Caron had even entered his prison cell, the vampire who had been waiting for an opportunity immediately became noisy, "Look, I knew the powerful dragon would win easily! Look at the dragon's mighty figure, it makes me envious!"

"Pah," the silver-furred werewolf glared at the fawning vampire and spat, baring his fangs. If the werewolf knew the phrase, he would have spat out, 'Why were you so arrogant before and so obsequious now?'

"Spineless vampire, does Red Dragon-sama's power need your praise?" The werewolf turned his head and gave Caron a deliberately ingratiating smile.

"Tch," the centaur warrior sneered disdainfully. He stood up and called out to the red dragon, "Red Dragon-sama, are you hungry? I still have a cow leg left over from today. Would you like to try the taste of my food?"

The red dragon stepped into the prison cell and lay down. "My name is Caron, you can call me that."

Then he ignored the three xenos' flattery.

The conversation with the mage was not concealed from these three xenos. The mage did not care if they heard, after all, the discussion with the red dragon was not about anything specific.

Moreover, one was a mage with a noble status, and the others were lowly slave gladiators whose lives were uncertain. The levels at which they existed were not the same.

Since that day, these three xenos had begun to flatter the red dragon, after all, this might be the last chance to change their prisoner lives. How could they not cherish it?

Caron knew that now was not a good time, and also, the mage Hughes hadn't responded yet, so he ignored these three slightly comical xenos, and instead calmed down and closed his eyes.

His mind was receiving information transmitted from the sub-brain cluster. Caron had deliberately not killed the two ogre gladiators right away in order to test the function of the newly formed sub-brain cluster.

Incidentally, he could collect more information, not only about the battle between the ogres and Caron but also about the audience on the stands and the layout of the entire arena.

At this moment, the information in the sub-brain cluster was as vast as the ocean. Unlike the subconscious control of the body, after actively taking over the sub-brain cluster with the main consciousness, Caron's will selectively recorded and collected information.

Instead, all observable information was collected into the sub-brain cluster. Without classification and filtering, the feeling transmitted from the sub-brain cluster to Caron at this moment was chaotic, redundant, and inflated.

Even if the two ogres had the strength to cooperate with Caron's experiment, Caron would immediately kill them because Caron's sub-brain cluster was already somewhat overloaded by various mixed information.

This was due to the red dragon's inexperience. The brains of all creatures in the world have protective filtering and classification settings. Unimportant information is ignored, and important information is recorded.

Fortunately, Caron was a dragon, with a naturally large brain capacity, strong mental power, and sufficient willpower. Otherwise, if an ordinary person encountered the situation just now, the sub-brain cluster and the brain would explode, resulting in death.

Having learned this lesson, the red dragon already knew that he could not casually take over the sub-brain cluster with his main consciousness before he was proficient. The body's subconscious would regulate the synchronized operation of the sub-brain cluster according to the original brain protection measures.

Caron's mind swam in the sea of information in the sub-brain cluster. He was classifying the collected information one by one, filtering out useless information and leaving only the necessary information.

For example, the layout of the arena, the magic nodes of the magic array, and the captured information from the battle between the red dragon and the ogres.

With the information collection and analysis of the sub-brain cluster, Caron would inevitably have targeted attack methods against every race of warrior in the world in the future.

The more battles Caron experienced, the more information he collected, the more abundant and targeted his attack methods would be.

If the function of this sub-brain cluster was as powerful as Caron had envisioned when choosing this enhancement, then as time increased and the number of battles increased, Caron would have special combat skills against all races in the world.

Although this was only Caron's original intention when choosing this enhancement, he always felt that there were many ways to use the sub-brain cluster waiting for him to explore.