"Why didn't I realize this before? Humans are such a pain to deal with."

Max grumbled as the air whizzed around him. He then glanced down.

On the ground, a group of camels was travelling somewhere.

...

Red Dragons were natural assassins. Their bodies ranged from scarlet to blood crimson.

They had everything from light blue to dark blue. Flying in the sky, it was not so easy to be discovered.

The Red Dragons used a unique hunting method. They would dig holes, bury themselves within said holes, and wait for their prey to wander into their trap.

As a race that was known for its aptitude for magic, the older Red Dragons would sometimes use illusions to confuse their prey.

For example, they would display oases within deserts to attract thirsty animals.

Unlike their Brethren, the Red Dragons were also unique in the sense that they were the only type of Chromatic Dragons that cooked their food.

This was due to the Lightning Breath they possessed, as it enabled them to cook their food.

Max rejoiced upon this realization, and he was glad that he was not born as any other race of Chromatic Dragons.

...

"I'll go and dig a hole, brother."

Mia said as she swooped down.

As a pure dragon, they were born with memories passed down from ancient times.

Among their memories of hunting prey, burrowing seemed to be the best method.

By doing so, they could relax and save their stamina.

However, Max did not share the same sentiment as his ancestors.

'How troublesome.'

'This is an issue that can be easily solved with brute force. There was no need for such meticulous plans.'

Max stopped Mia. "Come back, sister."

"What's wrong?"

"Tell me, what are we?"

"Dragons! AWOOO!"

"Then as proud dragons, what hunting methods should we employ to show our might to other creatures?"

"We should dig a hole, and then..."

Upon speaking those words, Mia too, had realized that something was wrong.

'Indeed, we are proud Red Dragons of the Chromatic Dragon race. Why is our hunting technique this pathetic?'

Mia stuttered, "B-But, this is the knowledge that our ancestors have left for us."

Max shook his head. "Forget about those memories. We have more effective hunting methods."

"Huh?"

"It's our dragon breath, my dear sister. We'll use our Lightning Breath to hunt our prey."

Mia nodded and began flapping her wings. Upon taking to the air, she then fired off a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

A strong white light flashed and enveloped Mia's petite body. The ear-piercing sound of thunder rang in Max's ears.

Had Max been in his human form, his eardrums would definitely have ruptured from the explosion.

However, now that he was a dragon, the explosion was akin to a war cry. His heart throbbed inexplicably, and he suddenly had an urge to fight.

"Perhaps you've gone a little overboard..."

Once the Lightning Breath ended, Max looked down.

Unsurprisingly, Mia had left a huge crater within the desert, one that was as huge as a basketball court.

As for her accuracy, however...

She had somehow missed the group of camels entirely. Not a single camel was injured, except for one that was scared to death.

Moreover, Mia's shot had also alerted the camels of her presence, and they frantically scattered into all directions.

"Watch carefully, sister."

While diving down, Max shouted, "This is how we should use our power!"

Boom!

Max slammed into the ground, and crushed a camel with pinpoint accuracy.

However, he did not stop there. After killing the first camel, he then rushed to the side and drove an uppercut into another camel. The camel hurtled in the air, and right before landing, Max flung his fist into it.

Max controlled his strength very well. He had avoided killing the camel. Instead, he attacked it until it could no longer move. He wanted to preserve it, so that he could enjoy fresh camel meat upon returning home.

...

Two minutes later, there were already eight half-dead camels lying on the ground.

However, there were still a few camels that had managed to escape. Max had no desire to chase after them.

The desert was a dangerous place, after all.

Despite its peaceful appearance, there were many dangers lying underneath it. Many of those dangers could easily kill dragon hatchlings.

After all, ever since Agatha had made the desert her hunting ground, the creatures there had suffered greatly. They were bullied by her all day long, and as a result, they had developed a deep-seated hatred towards dragons.

Should the siblings encounter them, they would most likely end up as mincemeat.

Max let out a long sigh. He had hunted down eight camels in total.

This was enough for him and his sister to eat for a number of days.

Moreover, his mother might even praise them for how capable they were and might even think twice before chasing them out again.

"Big brother is so strong!"

Mia descended from the sky. As she had a smaller stature than Max, she needed to look up to meet his gaze.

Clap Clap --

Mia clapped her two front paws, her eyes full of worship.

"Just don't tell mother about this. Also, don't imitate my clapping..."

Max wondered whether his hunting habit was considered unusual for other Red Dragons?

Moreover, he also feared that some of his human habits would leak out by accident.

His clapping was one such example of his former habits.

"Let's kill one them and make it our meal."

Max suggested.

Hunting was a very physically exhausting activity, especially since Max had taken the physical route of doing so.

Furthermore, he was famished, and he had not taken a meal ever since Mia ruined their dinner.

To prevent Mia from losing control again, Max suggested that they eat raw camel meat.

To his surprise, raw camel meat was also a delicacy.

It was juicy, and its texture was exquisite. Moreover, its juices had also served to cool down the siblings from the hot desert weather.

'I wonder what human meat tastes like.'

The thought suddenly occurred to Max while he was eating.

Now that he was a dragon, his thoughts had also begun to conform to the ideology of dragons.

Had he fantasized about cannibalism in his previous life, Max would have vomited on the spot. Be it physically or mentally, he could not accept it!

However, now that he was a dragon... He had instead become excited upon that thought.

He felt as if it was a way of exacting revenge.

After all, dragon hatchlings were often hunted down by humans. As a pure dragon, Max had inherited the memories of his ancestors, and as such, he had a rather negative perception of humans.

It was shame.

It was the shame of having one's child killed by a human.