"Azeria..."
The story begins with this name.
This is a planetary world dominated by a massive landmass called the "Eternal Continent," surrounded by an endless ocean and islands scattered like stars. The continent's geography is outrageously complex—the Frozen Throne covered in snow year-round, the Mouth of Destruction where lava flows, primeval forests that blot out the sky, the boundless Sand Sea with swirling yellow dust, and even the bottomless underground world—all manifesting the physical forms of the eighteen basic elemental powers.
"Legend has it that in the ancient Era of Chaos, elemental forces raged violently, and all living beings struggled to survive amidst the natural disasters," Cecilia's voice carried a hint of awe stemming from her Legacy memories. "Eventually, through the mediation of several unspeakable Elemental Deities, the major primitive elemental races signed the 'Elemental Covenant,' collectively restraining their powers and defining their respective territories and Laws of survival. Only then did the world enter a relatively stable period of development."
Caesar listened while rapidly performing simultaneous interpretation in his mind.
Eighteen basic elements? Got it, eighteen types. They didn't even bother changing the number. The world-building designer of this world must be Arceus.
Like the Lava Giants who control fire, the Thunderbird Clan that wields lightning, the Merfolk who are well-versed in the Way of Water... Speaking of this, Cecilia seemed to regain a bit of her pride as a True Dragon and subconsciously puffed out her small chest.
"And we noble True Dragons are the Incarnations of the 'Dragon' element that stands at the pinnacle of it all!"
Caesar remained expressionless, lifting a claw and gently pressing down, pinning her back to the Ground.
Pinnacle?
"So, are there any other races that dare to challenge us Dragons for this position?"
"Us Dragons"? You're just a Earth Dragon; do you even have the right to say "us"?
Cecilia's Silver Dragon scales grew slightly hot from shame and indignation, but in the face of the bowl of enticingly fragrant poison milk next to Caesar's claw, she humiliatingly continued.
"Of... of course there are...!"
She struggled to maintain the last of her dignity, complaining indignantly.
"Those Elves hiding in the Emerald Dream Forest, relying on the 'Fairy' element's natural suppression of our Draconic Magic, actually dare to openly defy the Dragon Emperor's decrees!"
Fairy? Suppressing Draconic Magic?
Caesar's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the Fairy-type's effectiveness against dragon-types from pokémon? It seemed the elemental composition of this world was more or less the same as the type effectiveness chart he knew.
"And those Machina races underground who believe in the'Steel' element—a bunch of cold scrap metal—actually dare to claim they will use so-called logic and order to replace our great Dragon Will!"
Steel-type, resists dragon-type damage. That also matches up.
Cecilia became angrier as she spoke, seemingly forgetting her status as a prisoner.
"Not to mention the Demon Race who believe in the 'Dark' element and spend all day playing with schemes in the shadows! A bunch of... a bunch of overconfident challengers!"
Demon Race? Dark-type?
Caesar silently noted these names. The hostile attitude of the Elves and Machina was perfectly understandable; after all, one was a natural counter and the other had high resistance. But this Demon Race sounded like the standard antagonist setup in an isekai novel.
Hero vs. Devil King? There wouldn't happen to be a Hero in this world, would there?
"I see." Caesar drew a line on the Ground with his claw, crudely dividing the world's landscape. "On one side are us Dragons, and on the other are challengers like the Elves, Machina, and the Demon Race. What about the remaining races? Which side are they on, or... do they help neither side?"
This question left Cecilia stunned.
She had never thought about this from the perspective of "factions." In her mind, the world only had two kinds of people: those who obeyed the Dragon Clan and those who didn't.
"...The Skywing Race (Flying) has an ambiguous attitude; they call themselves children of the sky and are unwilling to fully submit. The Merfolk (Water) are secluded in the deep sea and never participate in land conflicts. The Treants (Grass) are natural allies with the Elves..."
She stammered as she recited the knowledge from her Legacy memories, feeling like she was tutoring a Gible—it was a supreme humiliation in her dragon life.
As for those as weak as Humans (Normal) or those as rejected by almost all races as the Insectoids (Bug), in her past understanding, they were simply insignificant existences not even worth mentioning.
However, under Caesar's "kind" interrogation, she spilled everything about all eighteen sapient races corresponding to the eighteen elements.
When he heard that the Myconid he encountered earlier were actually one of the eighteen sapient races, Caesar was a bit surprised. No wonder they could provide such pure "Poison" attribute factors.
From the mouth of the Little Silver Dragon, a worldview based on the eighteen pokémon types gradually became clear in the Gible's mind—
His Move planning also became clear accordingly.
dragon-type Moves were a must. With Cecilia, this mobile "dragon-type EXP pack," around, high-power Moves like Outrage and Draco Meteor were within reach. Caesar's goal was to become a mixed attacker war god proficient in both physical and special attacks. Additionally, functional Moves like Dragon Tail and Breaking Swipe also had to be obtained somehow.
Damn! If I could learn Dragon Dance, I'd even be willing to let the author be a dog for Sylveon, Gardevoir, Tsareena, Lopunny, and Pheromosa!
If I really can't learn it, there's an even bolder idea: if I can learn Dragon Cheer and pair it with Scale Shot, I could cosplay as a Dragon Dance user... Just tell me, isn't Dragon Cheer basically a Dragon Dance! (Hands on hips)
Ground-type is the STAB, the highest priority. On the original game path, Garchomp couldn't learn Earthquake by leveling up, which was honestly quite a struggle.
Its awkwardness was on par with Salamence and Gyarados; none of them had a good STAB Move to use.
It was said that the "Children of Gaia" representing the "Ground" element in this world were extremely hard to find, which wasn't good news. If all else failed, he could only rely on the Move Dig to be a sneaky ambusher for now.
Rock and Ground go hand in hand. Rock-type Moves, especially Stealth Rock which can counter Flying-type and Ice-type natural enemies, must be acquired. According to Cecilia, the Dwarf Race (Rock) are famous Great Masters of forging, so they should be relatively easy to find.
Water, Fire, and Electric types as coverage Moves can greatly enrich his offensive range. Among them, Fire-type has the highest priority but also sounds the hardest to find. Once these three types of Moves are all learned, combined with the possible existence of weather-based skills... Caesar felt he could even cosplay as Groudon and Kyogre.
As for the Steel-type, since he now had Poison Jab to target the Fairy-type, its priority could be pushed back a bit.
Of course, there was one outlier attribute that Caesar believed he must obtain, and would definitely obtain!
That was... the "Normal" attribute of Humans!
Endure, Substitute, Protect!
Just these few life-saving god-tier skills were enough for him to pull off countless tricks.
Not to mention a boosting Move that gives Attack +2—Swords Dance!
Back in the day, Generation 4 Garchomp was banned to Ubers just because of its Swords Dance + Earthquake combo, and it still tore through Ubers. That's what a broken pokémon is.
Too bad its Mega was too weak.
Other pokémon like Gengar at least got Nasty Plot as compensation after losing their powerful Mega forms, but not Garchomp. The designers obviously knew Mega Garchomp was weak, but they just didn't give it any compensation.
If they had just given it Dragon Dance and put all EVs into bulk, it could still hold its own in the Gen 9 environment.
Hmph, Duraludon, Baxcalibur, Archaludon... they are all just mediocre hacks living in an era without me!
Cough cough.
Getting a bit off track.
Anyway, once I leave this Dragons Nest Mountain Range, I must find a way to kidnap a human to "study" them properly.
With a rough plan for the future, Caesar was in a great mood. Using that extremely strange translation-style Draconic, he announced word by word to Cecilia, who was lying on the Ground.
"In view of your excellent explanation, I have decided to sign a'Symbiotic Contract' with you."
The general content was as follows: Silver Dragon Cecilia must "regularly and quantitatively provide the right for her body to be licked" in exchange for the "high-quality food and necessary security protection" provided by Caesar.
Under the fine name of: "Silver Dragon, I want you to help me with my cultivation!"
Caesar placed the bowl of soup on the Ground and pushed it to Cecilia's mouth.
"Now, fulfill your obligations, and then enjoy your rights."
This was no contract!
This was clearly an outright declaration of slavery!
Cecilia was mortified, tears welling up in her beautiful dragon eyes.
Her body trembled violently with rage.
But the aroma of that soup was like an invisible hand clutching her throat, making her unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.
Her young body had already formed a nearly instinctive physiological dependence on the craving for that "poison milk." That ultimate deliciousness, that ethereal feeling, was like the most wicked curse, tightly binding her will.
Humiliation, anger, resentment... all emotions appeared so pale and powerless in the face of physiological craving.
Finally, she slowly lowered that once-proud head.
This one movement represented absolute surrender.
Caesar looked with satisfaction at this Silver Dragon with a round head who had completely become an "EXP ATM" and a "mobile tool dragon," his eyes flashing with a deeper ambition.
This was only the first step in subverting the Azerian Dragon Bloodline Theory.
In the broader isekai world, the factors of those sixteen different attributes were waiting for him to collect.
The Gible wagged its short tail and gently, with a hint of control, patted the top of Cecilia's head with the tip of its tail.
It was a comfort, but even more so, an announcement.
Cecilia's body suddenly stiffened, yet she didn't even dare to make a single Move of resistance.
She could only let that terrifying Little Earth Dragon find a newly grown dragon scale on her tail, roughly pry it open, and then... stick out its tongue and begin a new round of licking.
"Wuu..."
A sob-filled whimper echoed faintly in the cave.
[Ding! High-purity "Dragon Attribute" factor detected, absorbing...]
[Experience Points +50!]
[Experience Points +50!]
...A series of System prompts frantically flooded Caesar's mind.
The previous molting sleep had made the Dragon Element in Cecilia's body even more refined, and the experience points provided had also increased significantly!
Surges of massive energy poured into Caesar's body; he could clearly feel his body becoming stronger at an incredible speed!
Strength, speed, defense... an all-around improvement!
Time slowly passed amidst the Little Silver Dragon's humiliated sobbing and Caesar's satisfied absorption.
After an unknown amount of time, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from Caesar's body!
[Ding! Level Up! LV.13 -> LV.14!]
Immediately after, before the light could dissipate, another even stronger level-up light shone!
[Ding! Level Up! LV.14 -> LV.15!]
Boom!
An unprecedented feeling of power instantly filled every part of the Gible's body!
He stopped his movements abruptly and clenched his claws.
So strong!
[True Name: Capulius Caesar (LV.15)]
[Attributes: Dragon/Ground]
[HP: 41→46]
[Attack: 40→45]
[Defense: 34→38]
[Sp. Atk: 29→33]
[Sp. Def: 30→34]
[Speed: 33→37]
[Ability: Sand Veil]
[Moves: Tackle, Sand Attack, Sand Tomb, Dragon Breath, Poison Jab]
All attributes surged!
Strong and powerful, so strong and powerful!
Especially MP, which is the mana value of this world; Caesar felt it had more than doubled.
This meant he could now maintain "Sand Tomb" for a longer time, and even coordinate it with "Sand Attack" to create a truly persistent field of "flying sand and rolling stones."
In his home field, combined with the Sand Veil ability, his combat power would increase exponentially!
"Powerful!"
"So powerful!"
"Cecilia! I adore you!!"
The Gible excitedly looked at his new status panel, then turned to look at the "EXP pack" on the Ground.
Poor Cecilia had been completely drained. The Little Silver Dragon girl's body lay limp on the Ground, with a suspicious trace of glistening liquid hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking like a broken doll.
"...?"
Caesar poked her with a claw.
No reaction.
Poke again.
Still no reaction.
It seemed she was truly exhausted; there was no way he could squeeze anything else out of her for the time being.
Caesar looked at her miserable state, then at his own surging attributes, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
Logically, his pokémon ranching plan was proceeding smoothly and according to plan.
But... Caesar had a look of disgust on his face, his expression so strained it looked like the meme of the old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Why does it always feel like I'm doing something terrible to a minor!
This vibe... it feels like it might not pass the review, huh?