Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

This dream world is not right. On ordinary days, the moment he entered the dreams of some human or other creature, he would have silently taken control of their dream, becoming the deity in their dreamscape. Even if he couldn't become the deity, he would occupy a favorable identity. Yet in this dream, he had actually become a student learning Dragon Script, and there even was a teacher. Under normal circumstances, the teacher standing at the lecture podium should be him, not this human who was slapping his palms with a ruler. "Dragon Script? Do I need you to teach me? To be my teacher, are you qualified?" "So confident? Then recite the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription' for us. If you can recite the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription,' I'll concede that I'm unqualified to be your teacher." "What you know, I know too. This mere 'Thatched Cottage Inscription,' listen well—Mountains need not be high; they are famous so long as there are immortals. Waters need not be deep; they have spirit if there are dragons. This is...this is..." No, that's not right, his inherited memories do not contain this... Without the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription,' how could he possibly recite it? "Koln, you've disappointed your teacher. Listen well, I will recite the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription' for you again in hopes that you will remember." "Mountains..." "Teacher, I have something to say." The young dragon raised a hand, interrupting Lance's words. "Lucia, what would you like to say?" "Koln hasn't yet learned the basics of Dragon Script. To ask him to recite the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription' now is somewhat unfair to him. After all, even I, who have received the Excellent Student Award, cannot fluently recite it in Dragon Script. Koln is even less likely to be able to, so how about this, Teacher Lance, I'll teach him the sounds 'Ah, Oh, Eh, Yi, Wu, Yu' first. Once he has learned the phonetics and the basics of Dragon Script, then we can teach him to recite the 'Thatched Cottage Inscription.' Teacher, what do you think of my proposal?" "Your proposal is good. Go ahead and teach him phonetics then." "Okay." Lance quickly tidied up his textbook and disappeared from the classroom. The young dragon took Lance's place, walked up to the podium, cleared its throat, and with a smile on its face, recollected the phonetics lesson and looked at Koln, "Koln, let's start with something simple. You'll start by learning phonetics with me, and once you have that down, you can learn Dragon Script quickly." Without giving Koln a chance to react, the young dragon picked up a piece of chalk from the podium and wrote the phonetics on the blackboard, then began teaching Koln, "Come, Koln, repeat after me: Ah, Oh, Eh, Yi, Wu, Yu." "Ah, Oh, Eh...Yi, Wu, Yu." After one class, Koln's faced remained expressionless as he left the young dragon's dreamscape—what kind of dream was this young dragon having? He must be bored to the extreme to end up learning phonetics in the dream of this young dragon—did he really need to learn phonetics to recite Dragon Script? Dragon Script...isn't it something you can recite if you have a mouth? Nightmare indeed. Leaving the young dragon's dreamscape, Koln seamlessly connected to the dream of Lance. Lance?! Wasn't this the young dragon's teacher?! His dream world was indeed clean. Blue skies, white clouds, birdsong, and fragrant flowers. A small boat floated on the clear, pristine lake surface, with Lance sitting at the bow fishing. His float went under, a sign of a bite. He lifted the rod, as the sound of the line cutting through the water emerged. He stood and walked back and forth, left and right—it was fish playing. A ten-pound grass carp was pulled up by him. He cast again, achieving another bite, hooking another grass carp. He cast once more, and the float went under again... The Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln watched for a long time, increasingly finding it hard to keep watching—the float going under with every cast, ensuring a catch every time. Acting as a teacher in the young dragon's dream, and a fisherman in his own? Even being a fisherman was fine, but to always catch fish with every cast... quite the dreamer he was. For a fisherman, this dream must surely be a pleasant one. With the float submerging with every cast in the dream, he most likely often comes up empty-handed in real life. Otherwise, who dreams of consistently getting bites? He couldn't let him remain immersed in this sweet dream. The Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln grinned at Lance at the bow of the boat, and in the next moment, he appeared in the lake water. Splash— The Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln suddenly emerged from the lake surface with a fierce and terrifying dragon head, letting out a deafening roar at Lance, who was sitting at the bow of the boat, "Human, fishing in my territory, are you declaring war on me again?" Drenched by the dense lake water, Lance sized up the Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln that had leapt from the lake. The dull brown dragon scales, the same color vertical pupils, and a sinister dragon head topped with three dragon horns. A gruesome aura radiated from its body. The dragon's body was approximately over two hundred meters long. Was this the prehistoric Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln? "Evil Dragon, it was you who intruded into my dreams. I didn't expect you to truly be able to enter my dreams while I slept, Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln." Lance threw his fishing rod back into the lake and stood up, looking into Koln's vertical pupils with a smirk. This here was his dream, and appearing in it was akin to intruding into his territory, and even worse than a simple territory breach. "Since you know of me, then you must have heard the legends about me, human... I'm giving you a chance to become one of my kin. Offer me all your wealth, and I will let you become one of my followers." "You dare to barge into my dreams and want to plunder my wealth, no, to be precise, you've already plundered my wealth once. Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln, hand over my wealth and pay me suitable reparations, then our grudge can come to an end." "Haha, quite a spine, are you threatening me?" Lance smirked, and the lake beneath him disappeared, with the scenery changing to an endless grassland. Seeing this, Koln's dull brown vertical pupils showed a look of astonishment. Switching the dream's scenery. Dream control?! This human called Lance could control dreams! "You can control dreams?" "Many Transcendents can control dreams; it's not something you should find surprising. But as for you, an old dragon who's lived for over ten thousand years, how can you be so shocked over such a trivial matter?" "Are you... a hero?" "Yes, and no. I used to be a hero, but after defeating too many Evil Dragons, I was cursed by them, and now... I'm like you... an Evil Dragon." "???" With a grin, Lance transformed into a fierce and dreadful Black Dragon under Koln's puzzled gaze. Reverting to a Black Dragon, Lance roared, and with his roar, the weather changed; thunder rumbled in the skies, followed by flashes of lightning and the rumbling of thunder. The Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln, hovering in the air by the beat of its wings, squinted subconsciously from the blast of Lance's roar. A Black Dragon. It was actually a Black Dragon! And the body of this Black Dragon... was even larger than that of the prehistoric Evil Dragon's. ------------- Was this the prehistoric Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln? "Evil Dragon, it was you who intruded into my dreams, I didn't expect you to truly be able to enter my dreams while I slept, Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln." Lance threw his fishing rod back into the lake and stood up, looking into Koln's vertical pupils with a smirk. This here was his dream, and appearing in it was akin to intruding into his territory, and even worse than a simple territory breach. "Since you know of me, then you must have heard the legends about me, human... I'm giving you a chance to become one of my kin. Offer me all your wealth, and I will let you become one of my followers." "You dare to barge into my dreams, and you want to plunder my wealth; no, to be precise, you've already plundered my wealth once. Nightmare Evil Dragon Koln, hand over my wealth and pay me suitable reparations, then our grudge can come to an end." "Haha, quite a spine, are you threatening me?" Lance smirked, and the lake beneath him disappeared, with the scenery changing to an endless grassland. Seeing this, Koln's dull brown vertical pupils showed a look of astonishment. Switching the dream's scenery. Dream control?! This human called Lance could control dreams! "You can control dreams?" "Many Transcendents can control dreams; it's not something you should find surprising. But as for you, an old dragon who's lived for over ten thousand years, how can you be so shocked over such a trivial matter?"