Roy didn’t deny Ophis’s claim that he could help her reclaim eternal silence.

He was confident in his potential. In the future, he believed he could reach the same heights as her.

In the infinite worlds, countless powerful beings existed.

Even Ophis, the second strongest in this world, might not rank highly among them.

With his system’s ability to travel between worlds, Roy could access the resources of various worlds to enhance his strength.

This path ensured that reaching the level of the Infinite Dragon God was only a matter of time.

Barring any accidents, Roy’s power would one day rival hers, and surpassing her wasn’t out of the question.

He had to admit, the intuition of the strong was terrifying.

For a pure dragon like Ophis, unburdened by stray thoughts, her instincts were pristine, her perception sharper than most.

“Take my ouroboros, become my ally, help me reclaim eternal silence, and I’ll grant your desire,” Ophis said, raising her hand.

A mass of black energy formed, shaped like an ouroboros, a serpent biting its own tail in a perfect circle.

Noticing her offer, Roy instinctively realized Ophis saw him as a key to her goal.

“Ouroboros?” he asked, taking the serpent like energy from her hand and examining it closely.

Ophis watched him with pure, unblinking eyes, waiting for him to consume it.

“Ophis, your wish is to defeat Great Red and return to the dimensional gap, right?” Roy asked, holding the ouroboros but not eating it, a smile playing on his lips.

“Yes. I want to defeat Great Red and return to my home,” Ophis replied.

Her usually emotionless tone carried a firm resolve.

Ophis wasn’t native to earth.

Born in the dimensional gap, she was a creature of that liminal space.

Long ago, Great Red defeated her, exiling her to Earth.

Since then, she had wandered, seeking a way to defeat him and reclaim her birthplace.

“Do you think, even if I take your snake now, I could help you defeat Great Red?” Roy asked, still smiling.

Ophis paused, then said with stubborn conviction, “My intuition doesn’t lie. You can help me.”

Roy’s current strength was negligible.

To Great Red, he might be as insignificant as dust, blown away by a single flap of his wings.

He couldn’t even withstand the aftermath of a battle between Ophis and Great Red.

Yet, despite the reality, Ophis trusted her instincts over logic.

She didn’t know why, but she believed Roy could help her defeat her foe.

“I’ll hold onto your ouroboros for now,” Roy said, neither consuming nor rejecting it.

The ouroboros wasn’t poison or a means of control.

It was a pure creation of Ophis’s power, capable of granting immense strength.

Roy estimated that swallowing it could elevate him to the peak of Satan class.

However, the ouroboros was tied to the Khaos Brigade.

If word spread that Roy had consumed it, trouble would follow.

He decided to keep it for later.

“You said you’d grant my desire, right?” Roy asked with a grin.

“What do you want?” Ophis replied.

“How about you bear my child?” Roy teased.

“Do you want me to conceive an heir for you?” Ophis asked, her tone unchanged.

“A child of us would be exceptional.”

Roy nodded, a bit amused.

Ophis fell silent, considering. “I don’t know if my body can produce offspring,” she said, shaking her head. “Given my nature, it’s unlikely.”

The stronger a being, the lower their fertility.

Dragons, especially those above Dragon King level, rarely produced heirs.

Ophis, as the Infinite Dragon God, was no exception.

“Even if I could bear a child,” she continued, looking at Roy, “you’re too weak now. A child wouldn’t help me defeat Great Red. My instinct points to you, not your offspring.”

“You’re relentless about defeating Great Red,” Roy said, laughing.

“I only want to reclaim my silence,” Ophis said, her voice steady.

Returning to the dimensional gap was her obsession, and she wouldn’t overlook any opportunity.

“If you can’t fulfill this request, it seems there’s little worth asking,” Roy said, growing bolder.

“When I defeat Great Red, will you bear my heir?”

Ophis replied, “That’s an empty promise.”

Roy shook his head. “No empty promises.”

Ophis stared at him silently, then said.

“Make another request.”

“Sleep with me?”

“Just sleep?” Ophis tilted her head.

“Not just sleep. Mating, perhaps?” Roy said bluntly.

Ophis fell silent, clearly troubled by the request.

“Forget it,” Roy said, waving it off. He hadn’t expected her to agree.

“How about a bit of your blood?” he asked.

“Blood? Why?” Ophis raised her eyes, curious.

“To see if I can use it to boost my strength. You know my current power is nowhere near enough to help you against Great Red,” Roy explained.

Dragons were treasures in themselves, their bodies brimming with power.

Ophis, as the Infinite Dragon God, was the pinnacle.

Her ouroboros alone could grant immense strength; her blood could be even more potent.

Having returned from the Danmachi world, Roy understood the Falna well.

He wanted to test if Ophis’s blood could enhance his Falna or further develop the Boosted Gear.

Ophis considered his request, her expression unchanging. “Very well,” she said, extending her hand.

A single drop of shimmering, dark blood formed at her fingertip, glowing with an otherworldly energy.

Roy carefully collected the drop, storing it securely. “Thank you, Ophis. I’ll see what I can do with this.”

Ophis nodded, her gaze steady. “When you’re ready, help me reclaim my silence.”

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