Synapse, Young Dragon Academy
"You are all too weak!" A golden young dragon, six meters long from head to tail, stepped on a red-scaled young dragon, laughing arrogantly with an air of superiority.
"What kind of dragon are you?" A small silver dragon asked, looking at Tiffany with suspicion. Although Tiffany was covered in gold scales, the silver dragon had never seen such a dominant golden dragon before.
"A golden dragon! Can't you tell?" Tiffany tilted her head, staring at the frightened little silver dragon.
"But, what kind of golden dragon looks like you?" The silver dragon backed away in fear, noticing how Tiffany's appearance was entirely different from a typical golden dragon.
Just earlier, when Tiffany had entered the Young Dragon Academy, it hadn't taken long for her to get into a fight with the other dragons. The red dragon she was stepping on had been playing a role-playing game, where he wanted to be the red dragon lord, and the other smaller, weaker dragons would be his subjects. When Tiffany arrived, still in her dragon-girl form, the red dragon set his eyes on her as another potential subordinate.
When Tiffany heard that the young red dragon wanted her to bow down to him, she exploded in rage. Even though it was just a game, Tiffany couldn't stand it. She immediately transformed into her true form and ruthlessly pummeled the red dragon, leaving him barely breathing. Her domineering and violent reaction had scared all the other young dragons, including the silver dragon.
Usually, when a golden dragon was bullied by a red dragon, they would run to the teacher for help. It was rare for a young golden dragon to fight back on their own.
"That just means you've seen too little!" Tiffany pressed harder on the red dragon under her feet, glaring at the silver dragon. "Well? Do you want to follow me? If you agree to be my subordinate, you can walk around Synapse with your head held high, just by mentioning my name."
"I…" The little silver dragon hesitated and backed away.
"You're not willing?" Tiffany's face darkened. Failing to recruit her first follower would be a bit embarrassing.
"Yes… I am willing!" Seeing Tiffany's angry expression, the little silver dragon quickly nodded.
"Good!" Tiffany smiled in satisfaction, then looked down at the red dragon beneath her feet. "What about you? Do you submit?"
"I submit!" The red dragon, who had just been beaten, nodded quickly. Though his injuries looked bad, he hadn't been seriously hurt.
"Good. From now on, you follow me!"
"Okay, boss!" The red dragon obediently agreed. Submitting to the strong was natural for most creatures.
"Who are you calling 'boss'?" Tiffany frowned and kicked the red dragon to the side. She wasn't happy with that title. "I don't like that name!"
"Then what should we call you?"
"Hmm, from now on, you will call me… Queen!" Tiffany had decided on the title for her new followers.
"Okay, boss!"
"Hm?" Tiffany opened her mouth, and a bolt of lightning struck the red dragon who had misspoken.
"Queen! I meant to say Queen!" The red dragon yelped in pain and quickly corrected himself.
"Good!" Tiffany nodded in satisfaction, then turned her gaze to the silver dragon.
"Queen!" The silver dragon also submitted.
Seeing their leader beaten and then submitting, the other small dragons followed suit, recognizing Tiffany as their new leader.
"Uh… Queen, what do we do next?" The battered red dragon limped over to Tiffany, excitedly asking.
"Are there many dragons here who like to play lord, like you?" Tiffany asked after thinking for a moment.
"Plenty!" The red dragon nodded eagerly. The Young Dragon Academy was a floating city designed by Muria for newborn dragons to adapt to their roles, and it was massive.
"That's too chaotic," Tiffany sighed.
"?" The other dragons looked at Tiffany in confusion.
"This academy only needs one voice! And that voice is mine, Tiffany's! All the young dragons should follow just one command: mine!"
"So, Queen, are you planning to make all the young dragons your subordinates?" The red dragon asked excitedly.
"They're not subordinates, they're subjects," Tiffany corrected her first follower's terminology.
And so, the great expansion of Queen Tiffany's dominion over the Young Dragon Academy began...
"What are you up to, Tiffany? Planning a rebellion or a coup?" Gladius, who had just returned from the heavens, came looking for her younger sister and saw her standing before nearly a thousand young dragons. He asked, somewhat exasperated.
At the young dragon level, Tiffany's innate advantages made her nearly invincible. There wasn't a single dragon in the world who could match her.
"What rebellion? What coup?" Tiffany was confused. She was just having some fun.
"If you're not planning a coup, why have them call you 'Queen'?"
"It sounds more powerful!" Tiffany replied matter-of-factly. Being called 'boss' was too unpleasant, and 'dragon lord' wasn't grand enough for her.
"Although… if I could become dad's successor and the queen of the Eleventh Empire, that would be even better! Then, with one command, everyone in the empire would gather treasures for me!"
"So, you want to replace our brother and become father's successor?" Gladius looked at his sister curiously.
"Why not? If he can be emperor, why can't I?"
"Alright, I'll go tell father now." Gladius spread his wings, ready to take off.
"Why are you going to father?" Tiffany grabbed her sister's paw, sensing something bad was about to happen.
"To have your memory and bloodline sealed, and send you to the mortal world to undergo the trials to become the empire's successor."
"…" Hearing this, Tiffany froze, then quickly hugged her sister. "No, no! I don't want to be queen anymore! Let brother be emperor!"
…
"Your Highness, the human population in the Synapse subcontinent has surpassed one billion. The settled elves now exceed three hundred thousand, and the dwarf population has grown to over three million. The number of species has increased from 39 after the war to 1,752. The basic ecological cycle has been fully rebuilt."
Miles stood below, reporting information that seemed at odds with his demonic nature.
"Very good!" Muria nodded. Although these numbers sounded large, spread across the entire Synapse subcontinent, the land was still sparsely populated.
After all, the entire subcontinent had been wiped out. Even with nearly a hundred legends intervening, it was impossible to restore it to the same level as the other continents in a short time.
"Your Highness, there is one more matter to report. With the influx of people from other continents, the population has become very mixed, which has created significant challenges for law enforcement in the cities. Of course, with the power of the Synapse Legion, we can suppress any troublemakers. However, the biggest issue now is that our legal system is full of loopholes and incomplete. Your territories need a more comprehensive legal system."
"Do you have any suggestions?" Muria glanced at Miles. He knew this was the real reason for the demon's visit.
"Your Highness, in a way, laws are like contracts. And we devils are the best at crafting contracts!"
"So, you want to oversee the drafting of the empire's laws?" Muria looked at his most powerful demon with a complex expression. Over the years, Miles had handled many things for him, some of which were less than honorable.
"Your Highness, the workload is too large. Even with my subordinates, it's too much to handle alone."
Miles gracefully handed Muria a carefully prepared proposal. As a proper subordinate, he not only raised the problem but also provided a solution.
No ruler likes subordinates who only bring problems without offering solutions.
Muria's expression remained calm as he read through the proposal, but soon his brow furrowed. He looked up at the demon standing respectfully before him.
"Miles, aren't you worried that the devils in Hell will hate you for this? How many of your kind do you plan to sacrifice this time?"
"It is an honor for those devils to serve as the foundation of the empire's laws," Miles responded with a smile.
"They're still your kin."
"Master, while I cannot escape my nature as a devil, I consider myself to be fundamentally different from the devils of Hell. In my personal view, the best fate for my kind in Hell is death."
"Since you already have a plan, I approve. You may begin the work at once. Finish it as soon as possible."
"At your command, Your Highness!"
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