Here’s the beginning of a new weight gain sequence! I tried to go for a sort of Asian fable vibe with this one, and I’m really happy with it overall. Hope you all enjoy!

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Although most oriental dragons were sources of great wisdom, there were some who were anything but wise. The haughty Yingfu was a perfect example of this type of dragon. The fierce intelligence of the young dragon lacked any traditional humility, instead coming partnered with overwhelming arrogance. He believed that he was absolutely unstoppable - and he was right to believe so.

He was truly a monolith of a man, standing at a robust 16’3, easily towering above most men. His red, scaled muscles glimmered in the sunlight, bringing attention to his finely defined physique. Every last inch of him was finely toned, striking envy into hearts of his friends, and fear into the hearts of his foes. And his form was not just for show - his fiery breath melted through steel, his razor sharp claws could tear through bone, and his powerful spells could easily incinerate an entire house.

But still, his powerful form was not enough for the dragon. He needed something more... material. He had not an emperor to serve, nor a empire to rule, nor even a castle of his own. He simply had to find some source of honor and wealth. Only then would he truly be worthy of envy.

And then, things changed, after another day of pillaging, when a rumor graced his ears. Far up above in the Eastern Peaks, lies a Great Spirit that can grant a man what he truly deserves once he completed his challenge. However, should he fail, he shall be made into a servant of the spirit, and nothing more. With this in mind Yingfu set out, eager for the prospects that awaited him. After ascending the Path of Two Thousand Steps, Yingfu reached the summit, where he found a yawning wooden doorway jutting out from the cliff. He entered the chamber to find what he sought, and amongst the steam-covered room he found nothing at first. The room itself was larger than should’ve been possible, being easily double the size of the mountain’s peak. Stranger yet, the walls were pockmarked with sliding doors, holding who knows what else on the other side.

These oddities did not deter the dragon at all, who bellowed our to the most, ”Hear me now, Great Spirit! I, Yingfu, Marauder of the Lower Plains, have come to complete whatever paltry challenge you may offer. I beseech you, spirit, show yourself.”

The silence was broken as the Spirit spoke in a voice like honey, “Are you truly so bold, young Yingfu? I shall not show myself until the time is right. Show the proper respect, or you may find it rather hard to leave here. Step here now, unto the table, and you may begin the trial.”

Yingfu stepped forward, puffing our his chest, as he prepared for whatever he would face. “Truly, Great Spirit, be swift, and give me your meager challenge, so that I may gain my honor!”

The spirit masked its irritation at his arrogance, but it continued anyways, his brash nature sealing his fate. “Yingfu, you shall now endure the Trial of Taste...”