Chapter 776: Ten Years of Free Torture

The dragon youths slept for three days.

Three whole fucking days!

Only after those three days had passed did they finally begin waking up, one after another.

When they slowly opened their eyes, they discovered Clara, Eliza, and several God Gym disciples standing nearby, watching them with rather curious expressions.

The moment Clara noticed them waking up, her violet eyes immediately sparkled with delight.

"Ohhh! Good morning, my dear sleepy dragons! Hehehe! Did everyone enjoy their wonderful little nap?"

The red-haired dragon youth slowly sat up, his expression pale and confused as he looked around the training hall. "W-What happened? How long were we asleep?"

Clara innocently raised three fingers. "Just three days!"

The red-haired dragon froze. "THREE FUCKING DAYS?!"

Eliza calmly nodded, her expression remaining as cold and emotionless as ever. "Yes. Three days."

Another dragon immediately began trembling as he recalled the strange drink they had consumed before collapsing.

"W-Wait a fucking minute! Just what the hell was in those drinks?! How could we suddenly pass out for three whole days?!"

Clara scratched her cheek awkwardly, her usual mischievous grin becoming slightly stiff.

"Hehehe... Well, you see, it seems I might have made a teeny-tiny mistake with the dosage. Just a little one, though! Don’t worry, everyone! I promise there won’t be a second time!"

Although she tried to appear cheerful, Clara was secretly letting out an enormous sigh of relief.

Holy shit! So that’s why Mersha specifically warned us not to exceed the dosage!

She had finally understood just how ridiculously potent the [Celestial Dragon Training Serum] actually was.

Even a single drop contained enough medicinal power to stimulate a Celestial Realm dragon’s bloodline and sustain intense physical training.

And she had casually doubled that amount!

Meanwhile, the dragons were practically trembling with fear.

After all, who the hell wouldn’t be terrified after discovering that a single bottle of some suspicious training drink could knock them unconscious for three entire days?

However, just as they were beginning to panic, something unexpected happened.

The red-haired dragon youth suddenly clenched his fists, his expression changing dramatically. "Wait... what the hell?"

He could feel it.

His draconic bloodline had become more vigorous, his muscles were noticeably denser, and even the divine energy circulating throughout his body felt considerably stronger than before.

Another dragon quickly examined his own body before gasping in disbelief.

"My strength... it’s increased!"

"Mine too! My physical body feels completely different!"

"Holy shit! My bloodline has actually become stronger!"

One by one, the dragons began discovering the astonishing improvements in their bodies.

They had only undergone a relatively short training session before collapsing.

But the combination of the intense workout and the powerful serum had apparently stimulated their draconic physiques far beyond what they had expected.

For a moment, the entire training hall fell silent.

The dragons exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions caught somewhere between excitement and absolute terror.

After all, they had undeniably become stronger.

But the price had been three days of completely losing consciousness.

Clara watched their reactions before slowly recovering her usual playful grin.

"Hehehe! See? I told you our training was effective! You even got three whole days of wonderful sleep as a bonus! Isn’t that amazing?"

Eliza silently glanced at her. "Don’t do it again."

Clara immediately nodded with an awkward giggle. "Hehehe... Yes, yes! I learned my lesson!"

Unfortunately, judging by the suspicious look in Eliza’s pale grey eyes, she wasn’t entirely convinced.

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The dragons continued their training for another two weeks, and although their strength had improved considerably during that time, something else had also begun changing.

Their attitudes.

At first, they had been excited about their rapid improvements, believing that the [Dragon Hell Resort] was truly an incredible place for dragons to grow stronger.

However, after two weeks of experiencing the resort’s so-called training programs, that excitement had completely disappeared.

What replaced it was fear.

Absolute fucking fear.

The red-haired dragon youth stood in the middle of the training hall, his exhausted body trembling as he looked around with horror in his eyes. "What... what the actual fuck is this training?!"

Another dragon sat nearby, staring blankly at the ceiling as though his soul had already abandoned his body.

"We just train, eat, sleep... train, eat, sleep... train, eat, sleep..." His voice trembled as he continued muttering the same words repeatedly.

A third dragon suddenly grabbed his head and screamed in frustration.

"DO WE EVEN HAVE LIVES ANYMORE?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLACE?! ARE WE DRAGONS OR SOME KIND OF FUCKING TRAINING MACHINES?!"

Unfortunately, their complaints only earned them a confused look from Clara, who was standing nearby with her usual cheerful smile.

"Oh my? What’s with all these gloomy faces?" Clara blinked innocently before bursting into playful laughter.

"Hehehe! Come on, everyone! Why are you acting like you’ve been tortured for centuries? We’ve only been training for two weeks, you know!"

The dragons froze. "Two... weeks?"

Clara nodded enthusiastically, placing her hands on her hips as her violet eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yup! Just two little weeks! And guess what? You still have ten whole years of free training left!"

Silence... Absolute silence descended upon the training hall.

The red-haired dragon youth slowly turned toward her, his face becoming deathly pale. "T-Ten... years?"

Clara tilted her head sweetly, seemingly confused by their reactions.

"Hehehe! What’s wrong? From what I know, ten years isn’t even that long for dragons, right? You guys live for thousands, sometimes millions of years! Ten years should be nothing!"

The dragon youths stared at her, their mouths hanging open.

Normally, they would have agreed without hesitation. After all, ten years was indeed an insignificant amount of time for beings with their enormous lifespans.

But ten years of this?

Ten years of lifting absurdly heavy weights, drinking Mersha’s horrifying potions, having their bodies pushed beyond their limits, and repeating the same miserable routine every single day?

That was a completely different fucking story!

For the first time in their lives, these proud and arrogant dragons finally understood what true fear felt like.

And the most terrifying part?

The smiling purple-haired woman standing before them genuinely seemed to believe that ten years of this madness was perfectly reasonable.