The dragon's harem

Gojo stood and looked at the vast sea. His blue eyes flashed with light, glowing against the expansive dark sea.

The waves rustled in the distance as Gojo slowly turned toward Arad with a smile.

“If the plan works. The Dracorage Mythics Meteor would fail.”

Arad looked at him and smiled.

“Well, I hope it will work.”

If Gojo’s plan works, then they won’t need to worry about the universe getting undone from the inside by dragons. That at least gives Arad peace of mind.

“So, if that is your plan. Then how about yourself? Can you stay sane?”

Gojo burst laughing, approached Arad, and sat beside him. His smile grew wider, and he looked at Arad’s eyes.

“Are you worried about me?”

Gojo made Arad worry in more than one way. The first of which is his rapid aging. Void dragons can absorb souls to grow rapidly, but that also gets them closer to twilight.

It was good in a pinch if the gods needed to raise several void dragons quickly for a sudden war, but it was extremely disruptive and destructive for the dragon’s lifespan.

Gojo is already a Mature Adult void dragon, which means he wasn’t that far away from becoming an adult, then an ancient. Arad might see his older brother die to Twilight in half a decade if the two of them kept growing at the same rate.

Arad will live, ever exist as an immortal Pricolici, but Gojo doesn’t have that.

Arad and Gojo didn’t know whether the mental degradation of void dragons’ minds happens due to age classes or time itself, but none of them wanted to fight out what would happen when Gojo becomes an Ancient void dragon.

Just like before, Arad will be fine; he has Altair to lean on. Gojo doesn’t have anyone.

Gojo smiled, lifted two fingers.

“Two things. For the mental degradation, I believe it’s related to time more than age class. The depression won’t spawn out of nowhere in our minds; it’ll build over centuries.”

Arad nodded. That was a possibility he could accept. But what about the twilight? Only a fraction of dragons survive it, and by a fraction, Arad means one in a million. Out of Gamond’s whole world, only she emerged. In this world, besides the Queens, Arad only saw like two or three.

“About the Twilight, shadows preserve us.”

Arad stared at Gojo for a second.

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’re not shadow dragons.”

Gojo shrugged. “I don’t know. Yog’s mumbles. Which brings me to the Twilight solution.”

Gojo pointed at his chest with his thumb.

“Simple. I don’t plan on staying dead. I’ve got several plans to align my void magic just right to increase my chances of resurrecting as an Elder dragon. So I’d say I have about a 60% chance of doing it.”

Arad’s eyes opened wide.

“You can do that? How?”

From what Arad knew, only the dragon’s raw power, willpower, arrogance, defiance, and luck could help them surpass the Twilight.

“It’s an extreme method, but it’ll work for me. And sadly, it could only work for me.” He looked at Arad with a smile. “Just like how you have Altair to help you with not going crazy. I’ve got Lucy helping me surpass the Twilight, and a trump card above it.”

“Explain.”

“Well, when I become a Great Wyrm and feel my days coming to an end. I’ll open my guts, rip my stomach out, and graft it to Lucy’s stomach. Then I’ll have her eat my dead corpse so I can bask in my own void magic for the whole time, increasing my chances.”

Gojo smiled.

“All other dragons have to evolve with their corpses rotting in the elements, but I’ll do it from the comfort of the insides of a divine being, getting soothed by my own void magic and her divine energy.”

Arad remained frozen for several minutes, flabbergasted at the extent Gojo was going through.

“Was this your idea?”

Gojo chuckled.

“You can tell? Of course you can. This wasn’t my idea; it was Lucy’s idea.”

Lucy saw and understood that she had similar powers to the void dragons. Like them, she has a massive and endless stomach that can store many things, but mainly food and preserve it. If she were to store Gojo’s corpse there, it would never degrade or rot away.

As it seems, the problem with surpassing twilight isn’t surpassing it. That’s fairly easy, and in fact, many dragons surpass twilight in due time. Some take a few decades, some take thousands of years.

The part where they all fail is integrating into their dead body. Some return only to find dust; they’ll try to revive, but instantly get sent back to the land of the dead. Only the strongest few can survive an injury as bad as their whole body turning into a pile of bone dust.

From Lucy’s theory, she thinks that Gamond surpassed the Twilight because her body was frozen and preserved until she returned.

Using all of that information, Gojo concluded several factors to surpass the Twilight.

1-20% Is the condition of the body.

2-20% The dragon’s ability to integrate into a dead body, which also relies on the body.

3-20% The dragon’s mind and willpower must remain concussions even after death.

4-20% Overall power of the dragon.

5-20% Luck.

Lucy can keep the condition 1, he can study for condition 2, and he is confident in his overall power, so condition 4 is set as well.

That only left two conditions, 3 and 4. Luck is luck, he can’t do anything about it, and he can’t tell if he can stay concussions after death unless he dies to try it. This is where Gojo’s 60% confidence came from.

Arad nodded.

“I see, but all of that is theory. Let’s say everything fails. What’s your trump card? You did mention Yog, didn’t you?”

Gojo sighed.

“Yeah, I did mention her.” He looked at the sky.

“If I die and can’t come back as an Elder dragon… she’ll give birth to me again as an Elder dragon. In exchange, I have to keep researching magic. Basically, doing what I like.”

Yog’s deal was simple. She is the goddess of magic, and only cares about magic for the most part. Gojo is a talented wizard who is already showing progress and pushing the boundaries of spell-craft and magic incantations.

Yog would simply bail him out of death if it meant him keeping the magic advancement moving forward.

“Can’t she just will you back to life?” Arad sighed, and Gojo shrugged.

“I asked the same question. She seemingly can. But instead, she said that giving birth would sound better in history books and legends. Something about it being interesting enough so the scholars of the future keep reading.”

Arad leaned on a boulder.

“Whatever she wants I guess. As long as you stay alive, relatively unharmed, and free.”

Gojo laid on the ground and looked at the stars. “True.”

But then, the stars disappeared and were replaced by something pale, with a pink slit in the middle. Someone was standing on his upper chest, and he looked right up into her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath.

“Did you talk about me?” Yog was standing there on Gojo, looking down at him a grin. “Do you like the view.”

He frowned. “Not a single bit. Get us out of here.”

“I can, but I won’t. Kali can destroy the universe, and so can Entropy. If I get you out, she might go berserk.” She looked at Gojo with her glowing blue eyes, a grin quickly covered her face.