"Indeed, the power of the bloodline is formidable, but human technology is also quite fascinating." Herzog smiled as he poured the white powder from the small vial into his hand, rubbing it between his fingers. "Mimir's Venom—I named it myself. Mimir is the god of wisdom in Norse mythology, and 'Mimir's Venom' is a drug that deactivates wisdom, representing control."
"Ten years ago, I had the idea of creating a drug that could control human thought. Originally, I intended to use it on the prime ministers of various countries after I became a newly reborn dragon." Herzog said, "While the creature upon the throne is always solitary, I cannot rule a completely empty world. Yet, relying solely on brute force to conquer this world is terribly unwise; that is the lesson taught to me by the decadent dragon civilization. As a newborn dragon, I must combine supreme power with my lifelong wisdom."
"Military might will lay the foundation for my status, and wisdom will establish my prestige. By then, the prime ministers of every nation will be my spokesmen, and human society will continue to operate in an orderly fashion. The only difference is that the entirety of human civilization shall become my slaves." Herzog laughed heartily. "The ants bustle about on the ground, while I, alongside the newborn dragons of my choosing, will rule over everything from a throne in the high skies, forging a brand-new, eternal era!"
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