Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 128: Tattered Shop: Drakion Greed (3)

Kaidros sighed deeply. "Well, my sons, there’s nothing more your dad can do. Maybe... just maybe... you can talk to the shop owner."

The moment those words left his lips, Drakion’s head shot up. Elemarion’s followed. The old man’s heart skipped a beat. A bad feeling coiled in his chest, ringing like a silent alarm.

"Grandpa..." Drakion called out sweetly, his voice childish and impossibly cute—enough to melt the stoniest heart. Tears shimmered in his eyes, sliding slowly down his cheeks. His golden eyes sparkled, amplifying his innocent charm.

"Can we take everything here?" he asked, staring at the old man with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

"You can only take them... if you pay," the old man blurted out hastily, instincts flaring like fire.

"Can’t we take them for free?" Drakion’s voice echoed again—innocent, pleading, soft like wind brushing silk—yet it thundered in the old man’s ears like the roar of an angry beast.

COUGH! COUGH!

The old man nearly coughed out blood. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Take everything? For free?! He stared at Drakion, who was still looking at him with those puppy-dog eyes. In that moment, the old man didn’t see a child—he saw a little demon cloaked in golden cuteness.

Looking at the little demon, he felt the sudden urge to spank the boy—even if it seemed like he wasn’t aware of the treasure’s value. How can he say such things—even if the items appear ordinary?

He wanted to shake his head and say "No," but the frustration and rising anger twisted inside him... and instead, he nodded.

When Drakion and Elemarion saw this, they instantly began packing the materials and weapons laid out in the shop.

"AHH!" the old man screamed when he saw them, quickly dragging Drakion and Elemarion back to Kaidros. His breath faltered—he nearly had a heart attack on the spot.

"Uh... uh... waaah... sniff... waaah..."

Before the old man could process anything, he realized Drakion was already crying. And when he saw it—he was utterly baffled.

"Old man, you’ve made my son cry," Kaidros frowned, casting the old man a cold, scolding glare while gently patting Drakion’s head in an effort to soothe him.

The old man let out a long sigh, his eyes drifting to the Origin Stone still clutched in Kaidros’ hand. His expression hardened into a look of determination.

"Okay, don’t cry. How about this? You each pick something you want from here. But you can only choose one item," the old man said, deliberately stressing the words "one item."

When Drakion heard this, a smile curled at the corners of his lips. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. Now he wouldn’t have to pay a single coin for the dragon treasure.

"System, lead me toward the treasure," Drakion asked inwardly.

Ding!

[Even though System finds your behavior repulsive ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ, the goal has been achieved. Also, Host seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself while indulging his Dragon Instinct. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)]

The system began to guide Drakion, though he didn’t head straight for the destination. Instead, he wandered, examining random materials along the way—masking his true intent.

Eventually, he arrived at the place the system had indicated. But as he looked around, his brows knitted in confusion.

"System... are you sure something related to Dragons is here?"

Because what he saw in front of him... was trash. Absolute, irredeemable trash.

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[Is Host doubting the System (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)? The Draconic Aura here is faint, so it might have gone unnoticed by the old man.]

Drakion sighed, crouching down to sort through the pile of refuse. Not that kind of trash, he told himself, because scattered among the junk were once-good materials. But all of them were broken, cracked, or fragmented—rendering them completely useless.

As Drakion continued to search, asking the system for guidance, his fingers brushed against something. He pulled out a small, blood-red crystal—roughly the size of a mouse.

Ding!

[Material with Draconic Aura detected. Scanning to determine classification.]

Ding!

[This is a Dragon Blood Crystal. It is formed when a large amount of dragon blood coagulates over time into a solid state.]

"What’s the use of the crystal?" Drakion asked curiously, eyes narrowing slightly.

Ding!

[It can be used to awaken a Draconic Bloodline related to the type of dragon blood that coagulated. (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠) Host should hope it’s not a bloodline you’ve already awakened. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)]

"Then... it doesn’t have much use, does it?" he muttered.

Ding!

[Correction: It can also be used to increase the purity rate of the related bloodline, thereby enhancing bloodline concentration.]

Drakion’s expression shifted subtly. The glint of interest returned to his golden eyes as he weighed the value of what he had just found.

The old man was closely monitoring both Drakion and Elemarion. Elemarion didn’t move, but it was Drakion who kept pacing—moving up and down like a curious little beast. When the old man saw Drakion going through the trash, he frowned... yet a trace of delight flickered in his eyes. At least Drakion wasn’t touching his main treasure.

But then, the old man noticed Drakion pull out a blood crystal, his eyes glowing with interest as he examined it. The old man’s tense heart, which had been pounding in suspense, finally calmed.

He recognized the crystal immediately—it was merely a blood crystal. It was said to rejuvenate one’s blood and enhance bloodline concentration. Nothing too serious.

However, if the old man had known that it was a Dragon Blood Crystal, his heart would have been bleeding on the spot. Ingesting a crystal like that could allow a human—or any creature—to develop a Draconic bloodline. That alone was something countless people desperately desired.

After Drakion made his selection, he turned to Elemarion and casually told him to pick anything he liked.

This time, the old man’s heart did begin to bleed—metaphorically and painfully—because Elemarion walked straight to the section where the highest and most treasured items were kept.

With a serene smile, Elemarion picked up a spear from the collection. The old man had to summon every ounce of willpower to suppress the overwhelming urge to go back on his word.

Kaidros handed over the Origin Stone.

The old man didn’t waste a second—he hurriedly sent this entire family of demons away.