Reborn as a Devouring Dragon with a System-Chapter 127: Tattered Shop: Dragon Horn and Drakion Greed [BONUS]

"It seems my customers have returned."

Drakion watched as the old man practically bounced with joy, his face alight with excitement as he welcomed them. With eager hands, the old man began introducing various treasures, his voice animated. But when Drakion looked at the treasures, he slowly shook his head.

Ding!

[Host, it seems the system has made a mistake. There appears to be more than one Draconic treasure here.]

When Drakion heard this, he was visibly surprised. His brows furrowed as he began to question the true identity of the old man. What sort of person possesses such ancient and long-lost artifacts?

A creeping suspicion took root in his mind. As he contemplated it further, a theory emerged—perhaps this old man is a tomb raider. Then again, one couldn’t say for sure.

He quickly transmitted a message to Kaidros: "What we’re looking for isn’t here."

"Well, can I see the other treasures?" Kaidros said casually. There was no way he could express disinterest outright—not without arousing the old man’s suspicion.

The old man paused momentarily, studying Kaidros with narrowed eyes, then nodded and turned, leading them deeper into the shop.

As they stepped inside, Drakion’s senses were instantly assaulted by a sea of ancient energy and glittering artifacts. Rows upon rows of treasures surrounded them. Before he could even speak, Drakion found himself entranced. His eyes widened, caught in the gravity of greed. He looked around, unable to tear his gaze away, unable to stop the surge of desire that built in his chest.

He wanted them all.

It took a mountain of willpower to suppress the urge—to grab, to devour, to possess. But he held firm. He couldn’t risk drawing attention.

His eyes eventually settled on one of the many treasures hanging from above—a horn. It looked old, yet pulsed faintly with ancient might. Drakion immediately knew: this was no ordinary relic. This was the horn of a dragon.

And then, something strange happened. Both he and Kaidros noticed it—Elemarion, staring intently at the horn. Unmoving. Focused.

Drakion shifted his gaze between Elemarion and the horn. A strange premonition stirred within him. This is connected... to the Five-Element Dragon.

Without delay, Drakion sent a message to Kaidros, instructing him to begin negotiations. Kaidros nodded subtly and strolled through the collection, his expression calm.

He moved from treasure to treasure, feigning interest, picking items up, inspecting them, then placing them back down with nonchalance. He repeated the act several times, building a natural rhythm, before stopping at the Dragon Horn.

He held it carefully, his fingers brushing its surface, and muttered just loud enough to be heard, "Seems this treasure could be good for refining weapons..."

And of course, the old man’s ears picked up every word.

Meanwhile, Drakion discreetly gave Kaidros a thumbs-up. His partner knew the game. Now, it wouldn’t seem like they had any particular interest in the horn.

"Yes, yes! That’s a fine treasure!" the old man said with a grin. "It can raise your weapon by a rank—make it more formidable and sturdier!"

"Really?" Kaidros said, eyes wide, face molded into the perfect mask of disbelief. He continued gazing at the horn, his expression practically asking: Can this truly be that powerful?

"How much?" Kaidros asked, turning to the old man with practiced interest.

"The same price as before," the old man replied cheekily, rubbing his hands together with anticipation.

When Kaidros heard that, he shook his head. "I’m sorry, I don’t have that."

The old man’s expression fell. Disappointment crept into his eyes like shadows at dusk.

"But," Kaidros continued smoothly, "I have something similar to it."

Kaidros brought out a superior-grade Origin Stone, though its energy had nearly faded. The old man, upon seeing it, smiled knowingly.

He began to think that because the energy was low, Kaidros hadn’t recognized the true value of the Origin Stone—and this made him secretly delighted.

What the old man didn’t know was that this was a carefully planned act—an intentional play by Drakion and Kaidros to keep suspicion far from them.

Ding!

[There is still another treasure here.]

Drakion’s eyes sharpened as the alert echoed in his mind. He instantly asked, "Where is it?"

The system didn’t pause. It immediately began guiding him with precision. Drakion looked around calmly, masking his growing anticipation. He didn’t make a move—just turned with a relaxed smile and said, "Dad, they look so good."

"Don’t worry," Kaidros replied with a gentle grin, playing along with ease. "I’ll help you get the right materials to craft your weapon. You’ll be ready to face your opportunity when it comes."

The old man watched them, chuckling softly as he listened to the warm exchange between father and son.

"Dad, why don’t we just take everything? They’re so shiny!" Drakion added, voice innocent and filled with wonder. Though it was all a ruse, the hunger in his heart to seize every treasure here was real—burning.

"Well, it would cost a large amount of fortune," Kaidros responded, gently calming his "son."

At those words, Drakion’s expression sank. His golden eyes dimmed, his head lowered, and he pointed toward the ground, a visible gloom descending over him.

Even the old man found himself moved by the sudden shift. The boy’s sadness exuded an aura that tugged at his aged heart.

"But Dad... they’re just so cute," Elemarion chimed in unexpectedly.

The old man coughed, caught completely off-guard. He stared at Elemarion in disbelief, silently asking himself, What exactly is cute about ancient, dusty materials?

Kaidros sighed deeply. "Well, my sons, there’s nothing more your dad can do. Maybe... just maybe... you can talk to the shop owner."

The moment those words left his lips, Drakion’s head shot up. Elemarion’s followed. The old man’s heart skipped a beat. A bad feeling coiled in his chest like a warning bell.

"Grandpa..." Drakion called out sweetly, his voice childish and impossibly cute—enough to melt the stoniest heart. Tears shimmered in his eyes, sliding slowly down his cheeks. His golden eyes sparkled, magnifying his charm.

"Can we take everything here?" he asked, staring at the old man with puppy-dog eyes.

"You can only take them... if you pay," the old man blurted out hastily, his instincts kicking in.

"Can’t we take them for free?" Drakion’s voice echoed again—innocent, pleading, soft like wind brushing silk—but it thundered in the old man’s ears.

COUGH!