I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

The majestic statue was not shaped like a golden dragon, but rather resembled a silver dragon with a more slender, winding body, full of elegance and mystery!

Its scales are carved with exquisite detail, reflecting a flowing silver luster in the sunlight. Upon closer inspection, each white scale is surrounded by a faint blue glow, as if it might come to life at any moment.

The dragon's head was slightly raised, its eyes were two large, azure gems that seemed to contain galaxies, gazing into the distance.

The most amazing thing is that behind this silver dragon statue, there are seven fist-sized canaries that slowly rotate and shimmer with different colored starlight, shining like companion stars!

"This is... a silver dragon? It's so beautiful!"

Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

Although he had already guessed that this was Bahamut, the god of good dragons, he had to admit that he hadn't expected the god of good dragons to look like this.

The lineage of the evil dragon race in Vayne does contain the most basic information about this benevolent dragon god.

However, it becomes severely distorted when it comes to specific appearances.

When he was released, Lao Ba looked like he was made of stainless steel from a previous life, to the point that Wayne even suspected that there was a dragon in his legacy deliberately vilifying Lao Ba.

Upon hearing this, Vivian couldn't help but glance at Wayne with a look, and then couldn't help but complain:

"Golden Dragon Lord, how could this be a Silver Dragon? This is the Dragon God, for crying out loud!"

After saying this, Vivian quickly removed her hand from her chest, swiftly clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and, facing the direction of the statue, whispered a prayer for Wayne in a very fast and devout tone:

"Great, supreme, and unique Lord Bamhat! Please don't be angry! This golden dragon... he's not very bright, and he lost his mother when he was young... but he really, really is a good dragon!"

"He saved so many children and destroyed a cult! Please, for the sake of his good deeds, don't punish him for his ignorance! I kowtow to you on his behalf!"

After praying, Vivian seemed to have survived a major crisis and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she turned to Wayne and explained in a low voice:

"Lord Golden Dragon, this isn't a silver dragon! Look closely, isn't the color of this statue... a little different from that of a typical silver dragon?"

After hearing what she said, Wayne also restrained his casual attitude and began to observe the statue more carefully.

Previously, I only caught a glimpse and thought it was silver, but now, upon closer inspection, under the sunlight and the surrounding magical glow, the surface of the statue does not have a simple silvery-white luster, but rather a more beautiful and magnificent color.

It was like moonlight, or like stars shining!

It is indeed very beautiful, and doesn't look like the stainless steel of the past at all.

"Well...it seems a little different."

"That's more like it!"

Seeing that Wayne had finally noticed the difference, Vivian's face lit up with that childlike, boastful look, and she began to explain to Wayne as if reciting a familiar story:

"Because it's platinum gold! Lord Bamhat's signature color!"

"Other dragons, whether they are the gold, silver, or copper dragons among the metal dragons, or the crystal or emerald dragons among the gem dragons, or even the red, blue, or green dragons among the five-colored dragons..."

Although they are distinguished by color, there are often many dragons within the same color, with only similar scale colors and subtle differences in details.

"But platinum is different!"

Vivian held up one finger, her expression serious.

"The only platinum dragon in the world is Lord Bamhat! His scales are a unique, unreplicable color, a supreme color symbolizing divinity, order, and creation!"

"And the seven canaries behind Lord Dragon God symbolize the seven ancient golden dragons who follow Lord Bamhat! They are also Lord Bamhat's most steadfast followers!"

She paused, then concluded in a resolute tone:

"In other words, the Platinum Dragon is unique! There is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no other dragon in the world that is platinum! Not even the seven ancient gold dragons that follow Him!"

"This is Lord Bamhat's sacred symbol!"

666, and there's even a different color!

Wayne couldn't help but complain in his mind.

This dragon god really knows how to play games, even creating a unique limited edition for himself.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Gods need to have some prestige, so they should have a unique skin color.

That makes sense.

Moreover, it seems that the dragon gods all have their own unique appearances!

Bamhat is the only platinum dragon, and Tiamat, the mother of dragons, is a five-headed evil dragon... both are highly recognizable.

A somewhat reckless thought suddenly popped into Wayne's head, and he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:

"Then... Vivian, what if, I mean what if, some other dragon gets bored and uses magic to turn its scales platinum, wouldn't there be a second platinum dragon?"

"Absolutely not!!!"

Vivian's reaction was unusually strong, her voice even rising slightly, which startled her so much that she quickly covered her mouth, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then continued:

"Absolutely not! Don't even think about it, and definitely don't try it! Master Jinlong!"

"Master Jinlong, you are a natural spellcaster, not a mage. You haven't studied the corresponding spell theory, so you may not know."

"In the realm of magic, sometimes similarity is the same as identicality!"

When Vivian arrived at the mage tower, the old man's first lesson for her was this.

Why do different spells require different specific materials, and how are these materials substituted for each other?

One major reason for this is that each material has its own symbolic meaning, and their effects on magic vary greatly.

Materials that symbolize similar things can be substituted for each other without affecting the spell's effect.

It is evident that even symbolic similarities have mystical significance, and Vivian, as a first-ring minor mage, was unaware of what visual similarities or complete identical appearances might lead to.

However, there is one rule in the code of conduct for monks.

If you don't know what will happen, it's best not to try.

"While theoretically it's possible to use this similarity for something... the risk is too great. It would almost immediately be noticed by the corresponding deity, leading to divine punishment!"

"I see!"

Wayne understood.

It turns out that it wasn't that people disliked special colors, but rather that special colors had been bound to a single account by the Dragon God.

Anyone who dares to create an identical skin is essentially stealing a god's account, and you, Dragon God, will surely strike hard and ban your account.

On the other side, seeing Wayne nodding repeatedly, Vivian couldn't help but mutter under her breath:

"Speaking of which, Lord Golden Dragon, what's in your legacy? Why don't you even know these details about Lord Bamhat...?"

"Sigh, it really is because I don't have a mother!"

Vivian wanted to elaborate a bit more on the topic of the orphan dragon's lack of common sense, and share her experiences regarding the self-development of left-behind children...

However, at that very moment!

"Ugh—!"

A deep, long, and resonant horn-like sound, seemingly coming from the depths of the mountains or echoing directly in the soul, suddenly resounded over the magnificent ceremonial square without warning!

This highly anticipated and unprecedentedly grand Hel Star Awards Ceremony and Mount Valius Audience Ceremony—

it has started!