Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 462 - 279: The Golden Dragon Family, Maternal Family Arrives
"Zhou Gu, have we become someone else’s vassal now?"
The murky seawater churned tumultuously, mingling countless shattered coral, seaweed, and the remains of many innocent sea creatures. The Sea Emperor Dragon, Paquiweir, lay prostrate on the shattered seabed, looking toward the giant whale beside him.
"Merely a nominal vassal; that Golden Dragon is actually quite a lenient Monarch. As long as we don’t defy his will, he doesn’t care what we do."
Zhou Gu, the Overlord Whale, reassured,
"See, he hasn’t demanded we establish any harsh master-slave contract, nor did he impose any mandatory restraints on us."
"That’s because he trusts his own power over contracts. He’s a rather arrogant young Dragon Clan member!"
The Sea Emperor Dragon, who was tormented from head to toe, closed his one remaining eye and said weakly. Compared to the whale who relies on racial talent to foresee the future and watched from start to finish, Paquiweir, who had fought a bloody battle with Noah, understood better,
"He doesn’t care about your promises, nor whether you will betray him, because he believes he can conquer you again with his power until you completely submit."
"In that case, why don’t we just submit to him? Just maintaining a nominal king-subject relationship, he would allow us to conquer this vast ocean before us, wouldn’t that be good?"
Zhou Gu, the Overlord Whale, asked in a puzzled manner.
Since this old friend understands he is dealing with such a dragon, why did he fight to the death, unwilling to bow down even when he was about to be beaten to death?
"To maintain this nominal subordinate relationship, must we also annually pay tribute to him with treasures?"
Paquiweir spoke with a tone of irony and mockery.
"That’s what a subordinate is supposed to do."
Zhou Gu’s tone turned a bit awkward.
"Then how is it still called nominal submission when a substantial king-subject relationship has already been established?"
"We have no choice, Paquiweir."
The giant whale’s speech turned somber, with a hint of fear even creeping into his words,
"Even if I joined, the outcome would not change. We would all lie here or become mere carcasses."
"Did you foresee the future again? What’s the best possible future?"
The Sea Emperor Dragon didn’t find his old friend’s change of tone surprising, knowing what racial talent the other possessed.
It’s a top-notch racial talent, yet the race possessing this talent actually included ’Overlord’ in their race name, one wonders what the first Zhou Gu Overlord Whale was thinking.
"I saw myself fleeing into the deep sea with your severed head, only to be attacked unexpectedly..."
"This counts as the best outcome?"
Paquiweir couldn’t help but laugh, but his reckless movement immediately pulled at his internal injuries, causing him to cough violently. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and every wound on his body, reddening the sands beneath him.
"I foresaw nineteen outcomes in total; this is our only escape from the Golden Dragon’s control, though the end isn’t too great either."
"No wonder you chose thus."
Paquiweir’s tone carried a hint of lament. If not for knowing the other’s racial talent, he would have severed ties long ago.
Who can endure being brutally beaten by a powerful enemy, nearing death, while their friend just watches, even groveling and yielding to the opponent?
Peering into the constantly shifting future is indeed an extraordinary talent, but at times, choosing survival means losing face, completely bereft of dignity.
"I truly cannot find a better way forward."
"When you only look at that dragon, how many futures can you foresee?"
After a long silence, Paquiweir unexpectedly asked.
Zhou Gu, the Overlord Whale, always chooses the future most advantageous to him. What if submitting to the Golden Dragon not only avoids harm but also brings benefit?
"I can’t see clearly; he seems to have only one future, yet like he has countless futures."
Zhou Gu’s tone revealed a sense of bewilderment.
"What do you mean?"
"All the futures I see concerning him ultimately are the same." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"What?"
"A Golden Sun burning brilliantly in the darkness."
"Golden Sun?"
After half a day of rest, Paquiweir opened his one eye again, regaining some energy. On the other side, in his empty eye socket, fleshy granules grew intertwined, appearing extremely grotesque.
"Who?"
The exhausted Sea Emperor Dragon, severely wounded and dying, hadn’t had time to ponder what this ’Golden Sun’ truly represented when he suddenly raised his head. His one remaining eye emitted a sharp light, looking toward the deep sea.
Unknown presences, rising from the deep sea, were approaching them, and this bone-deep, soul-invading sense of crisis terrified the Sea Emperor Dragon.
If he were at his peak, he would fear no such existence; in the deep sea, no matter what, even an unspeakable Divine Calamity, he could calmly retreat if overpowered. But not now.
This was an entirely different situation from battling that Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon acted viciously, unaffected by the near-thousand-year age difference. Yet even so, his actions were measured.
