"Phew -- I've finally finished digging the hole."

Only then did Max realize that his body was no longer the same as before.

As a Red Dragon, digging a hole was something as simple as cleaning up a room.

Max turned back to took a look at his work. The "hole" he was digging was already the size of his previous room.

In that moment, Max decided that it would be his very own hideout.

Max then turned his attention to the Dragon-vanquishing Ballista.

It was a 3-meter-tall giant ballista.

As for its power, Max had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Max estimated that when the bowstring was fully taut, it was capable of harming even a 3,000-year-old Dragon like Agatha.

However, such a great weapon must never be brought into the lair.

Should he bring it back to the lair, and if Agatha were to spot it...

It would be like a child returning home from school with an AK47, and with a smile on their face.

Moreover, dragons would never allow such items around themselves.

Dragons were very disdainful of technology.

The pride of the dragons had prevented them from fighting in any other way aside from using their own strength.

As such, forget about armor or weapons.

Some dragons refused to even work together with their own brethren.

In short, fighting alone and bare-handed was the very pinnacle of a dragon's combat ability. 

Max's only comment towards that attitude was that, 'The times are changing.'

'It's still fine for now, as the world is still in the medieval age.'

'No matter how powerful humans were, they can only rely on heavy armor and some petty magic to barely stand on their own feet in the world.'

'But in a few hundred years, when the humans have developed firearms and missiles, what would the dragons do then?'

'While it's true that the dragons that have achieved godhood were unaffected by the developments in the mortal realm...'

'For the dragons in the mortal realm, especially for Dragon Hatchlings like Max, the development of these weapons were highly threatening.'

Max was very familiar with the troublesome aspects of humans.

Even if he were to annihilate all of them, there was no guarantee that they would not manage to reproduce again by some miracle.

"Tsk, why are humans like cockroaches?"

Max shook his head. Regardless, he was still very interested in the ballista. He did not mind that it was a made by a human, nor that it was made by the bones of his own brethren.

To Max, developing his own strength was the most important thing at the moment.

To achieve this goal, improving himself via sleep alone was insufficient. So long as there was an avenue to increase his strength, he would gladly accept it!

With this in mind, Max started to move the ballista.

However, the ballista was much lighter than Max had imagined.

Although it was 3-meters-tall, in reality, it only weighed around 200 kilograms.

For Max, who possessed the physical strength of a Black Dragon, he was able to easily move it.

After taking two steps, Max suddenly thought of a problem.

'200 kilograms.'

'This might be a rather light item for me, but what of the previous owner, that female adventurer?'

'That female adventurer didn't look very strong.'

'Even if her physique is different from ordinary people and she was born with supernatural strength that allows her to easily carry this ballista and run around...'

'There's no way that she can outpace the other two adventurers, right?'

'The human swordsman was as fast as a cheetah when he ran at full speed earlier.'

'He should've been the first adventurer that we encountered at those speeds.'

'How on earth did the female adventurer run so fast?'

The question lingered in Max's mind.

Suddenly, he noticed that there were four iron wheels at the foot of the ballista.

"Wheels?"

'Can this thing be pushed?'

'No...'

Max noticed that the design of this ballista was very unique.

Its shape reminded it of the folding bicycles he used to see in shopping malls.

"Can this ballista be folded?"

Max thought so and tried to fold it.

Crack crack crack --

Under Max's strength, the ballista really began to fold and transform.

Finally, when Max folded the last part of the ballista...

It had become a car!

Max sat on top of the car.

There was a white magic stone. The top part of the magic stone was dark, and the bottom part was still shining.

"Could this be..."

Although Max had never driven a car before, he had at least been in a car before.

The magic stone was half-bright and half-dark.

It was obviously used to show how much magic power was left. In a way, it was a "fuel tank".

Max thought to himself, 'Can this car really be driven?'

The moment Max pressed down on the magic stone.

The vehicle purred, and mana began to surge.

The car slowly started to move.

Then, Max could feel the wind whizzing past his scales becoming stronger and stronger.

Although he had already experienced the feeling of flying, Max was still surprised by the sensation that he was experiencing. 

'It feels so much like driving a car!'

'Was this something that could be thought of by humans in the Middle Ages?'

Although the world was slightly different from the Middle Ages that he was previously from, for example, there were dragons that could destroy the world at any moment, magic that would put the wizards from Harry Potter to shame, and adventurers of all ages...

It was not to the extent that technology developed so quickly, was it?

As such, if one were to claim that there existed other transmigrators on the continent, Max would believe them.

...

Max drove to the entrance of the cave that he had dug, drove the car in, and put it together with the giant ruby.

Then, he covered the cave with soil and sealed it.

Finally, he put a small flower on top of it, so that he would not forget where he had buried the "treasures" in.

However, such a situation was not likely to happen. After all, dragons had very sensitive noses.

Unlike humans, where 90% of their information of the world was obtained from their eyes...

For young dragons, 300% of their information came from the eyes, 200% came from the nose, and 150% came from the ears..

That added up to 650%.

There was nothing wrong with this figure.

'Shouldn't the senses of Dragon Hatchlings be several times that of a human?'

...

After hiding the equipment, Max focused on the only thing that could be eaten.

The body of the human warrior.

Although Max had killed three adventurers in a row, the female adventurer was charred, and the older one was crushed into powder by his future self.

Only the warrior's corpse was intact, gaping hole in his chest aside.