Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'-Chapter 1177 - 188: Dragon Island (Part 5)

"Screw you, is 'Princess' even a nationality? The entire conglomerate is hers! Who in the world doesn't know that His Excellency Redd Gold is the true owner of the conglomerate."

"But are you an employee of the conglomerate?"

"I'm not, I've tried to apply for a tourist visa and a student visa, but they said I'm too poor, they think I might immigrate, and told me to get lost because I'm a pureblood dragon."

"No matter what you say, isn't bloodline and pathway more important..."

"What you're saying is, it seems even Princess Glina has converted to the Path of Raiding. Uh... and His Excellency seems to be one of the Raiding Gods?"

"Honestly, I suggest we avoid saying things that are detrimental to unity."

"I agree."

Just when the two had already nailed down the identity of the next passenger, the person who emerged was somewhat unexpected.

No, it wasn't unexpected.

Tap, tap, clatter.

"So this is Dragon Island, huh? Quite fascinating, my first time coming here at this kind of time."

A young, handsome, black-haired human man descended the steps, basking in the abundant sunlight so rare in the Border Abyss, and squinting happily. Behind him, a silver-haired, gothically dressed girl servant followed slowly, carrying a mountain of luggage, and then spoke in fluent Void Speech:

"Sovereign, is this your first time on Dragon Island?"

"First time? Not really, this place is more familiar to me than the House of Sand."

The man rubbed the girl's head and explained:

"Just, it's the first time I've come to a Dragon Island that hasn't been destroyed."

Looking at the welcoming crowd on both sides, the man smiled and greeted everyone, speaking in extremely standard Dragon Language:

"Hello, hello, everyone! Dragon Island is very beautiful and pretty, our Dragon Island is truly amazing, I love Dragon Island!"

Faced with this unfamiliar face, Sigurd and Kastelin, the two dragons, looked at each other.

"Who is this? How can there be a noble shapeshifting into a human?"

"I don't know. The aura is of the Dragon Race, but I can't tell what level it is."

Many shared these puzzlements, and after some discussion, many Dragon Island citizens came to a hypothesis:

"Could it be, perhaps those lowly Dragonborn, mixed-blood dragons?"

The foreign tourists watching the commotion didn't mind and just followed along clapping, giving plenty of face to the man, who didn't notice that the Dragon Island citizens lining the path had turned indifferent.

For them, this was supposed to be a ceremony welcoming an elite of the High Dragon Race.

Fortunately, a moment later, Yachi the Golden Dragon Monk made a solemn appearance, and his familiar elf-like form and the strong charisma of a Golden Dragon immediately brought cheers from the dragons. Their enthusiastic welcome startled Yachi.

Luckily, as a tranquil and desireless monk, he quickly composed himself and gently greeted his fellow compatriots, boarding the special transport amidst the dragons' fervent welcome, reuniting with the several other aiding dragons.

"The dragon citizens of Dragon Island are truly enthusiastic, unexpectedly, I'm actually quite welcomed."

As soon as Yachi the Golden Dragon boarded, he found that man and sat next to him, a bit excitedly saying:

"Everyone's really good dragons, it's the first time in so many years that I've come to Dragon Island, and I didn't expect to feel like I'm home—what do you think, Li Aozi?"

"Hmm."

The black-haired man was indeed Li Aozi, and he rested his chin in his hand, casually saying:

"In a certain sense, it could be considered returning home. The origin of the native dragons of Starry Abyss is right here in the Border Abyss. Going further down, they become Void Dragons, Cluster of Dragon Fungi, Nether Abyss Dragons; going further up, it gets mixed with the Extraterritorial Dragon Clan, hard to clarify the relationship."

"And what about you?"

Not far away, Silver Dragon Cecilia chuckled and said:

"Since just now, I've been noticing this young man named Li Aozi... You don't display any dragon traits, making dragons quite curious."

"I don't know," Li Aozi perfunctorily replied, "I don't even know what I am."

"Oh, that's a bit strange, if you're not a dragon, there's no way you can participate in this gathering..."

Silver Dragon Cecilia, resting her face on her hand, said with some distress:

"Did the preceding verification staff perhaps get distracted?"

"Miss Cecilia, that's a bit rude, don't you think?" Yachi the Golden Dragon frowned, responding, "Li Aozi is a junior I brought, and you haven't even sought my consent to just ask him like this—isn't this inappropriate?"

"Oh my, Brother Monk, what's strange about what you're saying, how is it inappropriate?"

The Western Demon, Oprelli Dofen, leaned lazily on the couch, saying:

"It's just a junior relationship, not like he's a guardian, it's better for everyone to understand one another since we're going to be in a team sooner or later."

"But—"

"Don't be so distant, Brother Monk," Oprelli said ironically, "we're like a family, naturally we shouldn't hold back, speaking openly, there's nothing to hide in our hearts, but some people, when the gathering is about to start, aren't willing to reveal where they come from—don't you think that's inappropriate? Miss Cecilia is just concerned about the team, asking a little more, who would've thought she'd be treated like this."

"I was just worried, if Mr. Li Aozi accidentally boarded the transport, it might delay his schedule. Moreover, the journey isn't smooth, fraught with dangers, with the competition's death quota right there, even we trueborn dragons have trouble keeping ourselves safe..."

The silver dragon shook her head, saying rather helplessly:

"I just don't want to watch outsiders lose their lives due to a mistake by our kin."

"What do you mean by that, Bishop Cecilia, are you questioning Li Aozi's identity?"

"I don't mean that; I just think Mr. Li Aozi's remarks are inappropriate."

"Watch your words and deeds, Brother Monk, this isn't the Layer Abyss; in the Layer Abyss, you're a big shot, but in the Border Abyss, strength prevails. Sister Cecilia is a demigod, though not an exalted title, still an elder to you."

"Oprelli, what you're saying is inappropriate. I'm just a Silver Dragon; Lord Yachi the Golden Dragon is obviously nobler..."

"Ah, so after going around, it's Mr. Yachi who's oppressing people with racial status!"

The Golden Dragon Monk, not skilled in debate, caught up in a circle and feeling stuck in a quandary, clenched his fist, saying deep down:

"You all... just stop it."

"Hmph."

The Midnight Lord, Naija, snorted coldly:

"Childish."

With that, he closed his eyes, returning to his spiritual rest.

Li Aozi had been quietly observing this scene from the side.

He finally understood why Glina had been so determined to say she wanted to complete the Phantom Dragon Path.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that the discrimination problem within the Dragon Race had worsened to this extent.

Not only serious but far more severe than he imagined. It's reached a point where they'd almost want to investigate family registries, beliefs, and nationalities.

This is indeed quite frightening.

If we really get to the bottom of it, Redd Gold is still an Earthling, a secret Speaker, who even worked for Leoz, akin to being a three-family slave.

Earlier than that, Leviathandal was still a Destroyer invading Starry Abyss, slaughtering countless citizens of Starry Abyss—such was their deep-seated hatred.

There has never been a pure Dragon Race. Even if there were, how dirty the roots must be.

Even more terrifying is that, even with some facts being publicly known, internal grievances about racial purity within the Dragon Race cannot be let go, insisting on a legitimate lineage.

Can't compare bloodlines? Fine, then let's look at the pathway—you're following the Starry Abyss people to ascend to godhood?! Remove your dragon citizenship.

What, you accuse me of joining an allied tribe? Let me see your beliefs—ah, you're actually a believer in capitalism! Remove your dragon citizenship!

Cough, cough, you said the conglomerate's capitalists all believe in His Excellency Redd—well, um, uh, why, aren't you a pure dragon? Haha, caught you! You're a Half-Dragonkin polluting our noble bloodline, remove your dragon citizenship!

You're actually saying dragon bloodline isn't noble—used to be nearly eradicated by Leoz—that, uh, never heard of this, are you a spy sent by other narratives to malign us trueborn dragons? Remove your dragon citizenship!

Li Aozi's simple, offhand remark sparked a verbal battle, with both sides exchanging sarcastic barbs; Yachi, the Golden Dragon, was wracking his dragon brain trying to deal with two heads at once, one of which was akin to a demigod—a rather pressuring situation.

Truly chaotic, Dragon Island deserved its fate in the Doomsday Judgment, everyone wiped out; even the Starry Abyss Divine Race, by comparison, seemed more open-minded.

Li Aozi was simply speechless.

Redd Gold has always been indifferent to managing his species followers, resulting in this group having no cohesion whatsoever.

When Glina was around, perhaps these dragons could at least have a backbone, at least nominally a Radiant Dragon Emperor.

Now, though...

Blame the Caramel Snail! Got poor Glina killed!

That's right—it's all Niuniu's fault!