Chapter 294: Chapter 265: Why Can’t I, the King of the Borderland, Enjoy Myself?

The fourth floor of the Burning Steel Castle, the Master of Molten Iron’s quarters.

At the center of the room, conspicuously placed, is Galos’ "bed."

It is by no means a traditional bed but rather a dazzling mound primarily made up of mountains of Gold Coins, colorful gemstones, and various precious metals shimmering with metallic luster.

The glow it emits is so dazzling that it could almost blind ordinary people in an instant.

Indeed, the land of the Border Area is barren as a whole, yet no matter how barren, it is ultimately a vast and boundless territory.

When all the precious resources of the entire land converge towards the Burning Steel Castle and are finally concentrated here, the accumulated wealth becomes quite considerable, enough to astonish.

Galos steps forward with steady paws, treading on the sparkling trinkets with a crisp collision sound, eventually finding a comfortable spot on the ’bed’ of treasures and slowly lying down.

His strong and powerful Dragon Tail naturally curls to his side, his whole posture relaxing with a hint of the laziness and ease of a large feline.

"Comfortable."

Galos feels the unique sensation of the hard scales and cold metal, the smooth gemstones rubbing against each other, and can’t help but slightly narrow his Dragon Eyes, letting out a satisfied low sigh.

Such a pile of treasures is obviously not suitable for ordinary creatures to rest.

The hard, painful metals and gemstones would make soft skin and fragile bones difficult to bear.

But for the Dragon Race, born with thick, hard scales, this contact is just right, with the slight stimulation of scales rubbing against treasures bringing an indescribable comfort; in Galos’ view, there’s no better bed than this.

The only slight regret is the scarcity of Magic Gemstones that contain Magic Power.

The underground of the Border Area truly has not revealed any sizeable gemstone veins.

The present Magic Gemstones are almost all looted from the accumulated collections of the four tribes that previously ruled here, their number ultimately limited.

Galos wraps a few Magic Gemstones with Magic Power around the tip of his nimble and powerful Dragon Tail, lifting them to his eyes.

The Red Iron Dragon opens the eyes he had just closed, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on those few enticingly glowing gemstones, then, as if making a certain resolution, he closes his eyes and resolutely swallows four Magic Gemstones in succession.

As soon as these Magic Gemstones enter his powerful stomach, they immediately begin to emit gentle and continuous energy waves.

This energy, unlike the heated frenzy of black oil, is more like a gentle stream that quietly nourishes the depths of him, calmly nourishing his enormous Dragon body from within.

This nourishment can last a considerable period, subtly enhancing his life energy and the reservoir and purity of internal magic power, making the Dragon Qi around him more intense and refined.

At this moment.

Galos takes a deep breath, gathers his strength, and slowly places a fifth Magic Gemstone into his mouth, swallowing it with difficulty; however, when he tries to continue, to swallow the sixth gemstone in one go, he finds himself unable to open his mouth.

An instinctive, extremely intense sense of rejection sweeps through his entire body instantly, as if every thought and every muscle is shouting in unison, stopping him from continuing this excessive consumption.

"Phew... take it slow then."

Galos helplessly exhales a breath of heat and gently sets the remaining gemstones down.

"Being able to consume five at once is already quite a significant improvement, very apparent."

After properly placing the gemstones, Galos then lowers his head, burying his large Dragon head among the pile of precious metals, opening his massive mouth, gulping down a large amount of metallic-shining minerals, and after chewing forcefully, swallowing them down into his stomach.

These valuable metals do not immediately transform into surging energy, but they can slowly precipitate and integrate into the depths of his bones, gradually over time, making his claws sharper, unmatched, and his Scale Armor increasingly unbreakable.

Dragons consistently adhering to a diet of precious metals.

The strength of their physique undoubtedly far surpasses that of those who can only gnaw on dirt or mundane meat.

In Galos’ understanding: the effect of black oil is somewhat similar to a potent "nitrogen pump" he knows.

It can greatly stimulate physical activity in a short period, significantly increasing mental excitement, muscle pump, and overall endurance... effectively enhancing training and combat efficiency.

Yet, precious metals, especially Magic Gemstones containing pure energy.

They are equivalent to "growth hormones" without any adverse side effects, directly acting on the fundamental level of life energy and physical growth, capable of directly and significantly increasing the growth rate of Dragons.

Comparing the two, the latter is undoubtedly more effective and safer to use.

But they are also more precious and difficult to obtain in large and stable quantities.

Even though he currently can enjoy the convenience brought by integrating the resources of the entire Border Area, as his own strength continuously grows, the demand for various rare resources skyrockets; if the territory cannot continue to expand, then the wealth and resources accumulated around the Burning Steel Castle are destined to gradually become insufficient, ultimately falling into a dilemma of supply shortage.