Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 763 - 429: Already Taken the Form of a Holy Dragon

Hiss~

The unbearable itch, as if it penetrated deep into the marrow, emanated from every part of his body, startling Rune Craftsman Holt awake from his dreams within just a few breaths.

In fact, before Holt awoke, his hands had already moved before his consciousness, scratching all over his body according to the instinct of his physical being.

"Again!"

The craftsman, now awake, even with restored consciousness, only respected the will of his physical instincts, increasing the intensity of the scratching.

But this could only provide relief; it couldn’t stop the itch. However, Holt, who was already very familiar or rather forced to adapt to this, remained very calm.

Because shortly after his consciousness awoke, the maddening itch gradually faded away, replaced by a pleasant sense of comfort all over and a hunger for food.

Holt calmly suppressed the hunger, sat up from the bed, and with his movement, various sizes of skin flakes fell from his body instantly.

Even faced with such a situation, Holt remained calm, leisurely unbuttoned his silk pajamas, and more skin flakes fell from his body like a small snowfall confined to the bed.

"When will it ever end?"

Looking at the bed full of skin flakes, roughly judging that he had shed yet another layer of skin, Holt ultimately couldn’t maintain his calmness and couldn’t help letting out a complaint.

For an Elf who pursuits elegance and maintains a delicate appearance, experiencing a nightly skin shedding is truly awful.

But other than that, there were no downsides. Holt raised his arm, gently peeled off some remaining dead skin, and then, a smooth, jade-like skin came into view.

If it weren’t for the faint skin textures he could still see on it, he would have thought it was some kind of special material-made artwork.

Even he himself couldn’t help but marvel at the luster of his skin, and then Howard, naked, walked to a full-length crystal mirror to admire his increasingly perfect physique.

"Truly beautiful!"

Seeing in the mirror the graceful and slender limbs and prominent muscle contours of the handsome young Elf, showcasing a sense of strength, Holt couldn’t help but smile.

"Seems like I’ve grown younger again."

The craftsman raised his hand, gently caressing the corner of his eye. The smooth, delicate, and elastic texture made Holt momentarily believe he was touching the skin of a young girl. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But this was indeed his skin, the skin of a 338-year-old Wood Elf. As a Low Elf with a lifespan of about four hundred years, at this age, he should already be entering old age, ready to report to the Realm of Death God at any time. But in fact, he only seemed to be growing younger.

This wasn’t because he had any special ability, nor was it because he had any peculiar opportunity, but simply because he now resided in the Holy Dragon Emperor’s ultimate realm of dominion.

He had just turned three hundred when, in accordance with the commands of the Elf King, he entered the Holy Dragon Realm to fulfill the agreement between the Elf God and the Holy Dragon.

Although no specific time was stipulated, during the execution of the agreement, he would unconditionally serve the Holy Dragon, fulfilling the various demands made by the Dragon Clan, contributing his talents and knowledge. As for when the agreement would end, no one told him.

How was this any different from being a slave?

This was the first thought that came to Holt’s mind upon being summoned by the Elf King and hearing the demands. Of course, he instinctively resisted and was unwilling to go.

But, as a mere Wood Elf, what right did he have to resist a summons and command from the Dawn Elf King?

Even though he was a Master Level Rune Craftsman, the long-lived Elf Clan didn’t lack masters. Especially for High Elves, who lived for millennia, so-called Master Level skills were useless.

Thus, having no capital to resist and not even able to express dissent, Holt ended up in the Plane ruled by the Dragon Clan.

At that time, he had already reached the advanced age of three hundred, his figure stooped, showing signs of old age, with not many years to live. Even the most optimistic estimate gave him only about a century more.

Thus, forced to leave his homeland, his heart was filled with sorrow and negative emotions, somewhat self-abandoning. At first, encountering Dragon Beasts, he even considered letting those not very rational Dragon Beasts devour him, granting him release.

But when he entered Elisium, known as the Holy City by the local residents, his mindset gradually changed, not because his body immediately changed, but because he felt respect for the first time.

In his three hundred years of life, he first experienced being valued and felt the excitement of being regarded differently. In this Plane ruled by Dragons, he received exceptional treatment unlike ever before.

On this land, there was no gaze of discrimination towards him, only admiration and praise for the Master Level skills he mastered. No one would force or urge him.

Although confined, unable to walk freely, Holt felt an unprecedented freedom. He had never loved what he did so much, wanting to repay the Holy Dragon that had shown him favor.

Unfortunately, he was truly too old. It would have been better if he could have been two hundred years younger; now, he couldn’t contribute much to the Dragon Clan Monarch, who was like a Saint.