A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1036: Garrett: I Changed... Sister Moon Song, Help!!!

If there was the most beautiful creature Garrett had seen since he crossed over, it was undoubtedly the Silver Dragon.

That streamlined body!

Those radiant silver scales!

Those strong, powerful muscles!

Those spines like spears and swords, pointing straight to the sky!

Soaring through the clouds and fog, flying high, bending its neck to breathe out an icy mist towards the ground, the overwhelming physical strength and magical power were simply unparalleled!

Garrett always remembered the Silver Dragon descending from the sky, falling in front of him, barely breathing, its heart completely still. He and Bernard tried to perform a direct current reversion. The scales, though thin, required a dagger to struggle for half a day to break through the defense.

Garrett always remembered those spines and membranes on the dragon’s back, appearing cold from a distance, but warm when he hugged them. Moving through the lake with him, his bare feet on the dragon's back, the hard scales had an unusual warmth.

Garrett always remembered watching through instruments at the Dragon's Nest Hotel, the image of the Silver Dragon stretched into various lines, yet still retaining a smooth beauty.

For her, he saved silver coins for a bed, built a dragon's nest, earned gold coins, learned Dragon Flight to fly alongside her. What he truly wished for was...

Even if just for a day, even if just for a moment, to become a Silver Dragon, flying alongside her in the high heavens.

I want to become—a Silver Dragon!

Silver light surged.

A strong wind swept across the grassland. In an instant, the grass leaves shook, roots broke, flying outward in a flurry.

In the center of the grass, cold mist rolled, expanded, continuously growing, each strand of mist coated with a thin silver light.

And in the densest part of the silver mist, there was a rising and falling, rising and falling. It seemed an extremely large creature was struggling to breathe, trying to stand up...

Even the scenes through the Arcane Eye began to waver. Archmage Haines and Archmage Jennings glanced at each other, seeing surprise and seriousness in each other's eyes:

"What is Garrett doing?"

"What is Nordmark the mage doing? What does he want to turn into?!"

He better not mess this up! Transformation spells, especially the first time, are the most prone to problems!

The Lord of Thunder is not here, nor is anyone from Thunder Horn, and there are no high-level mages from Transmutation School. If something goes wrong, their master and apprentice might not be able to handle it!

"Hurry! Get the Arcane Eye closer!"

"Can't get closer! The image is already distorted! Now we need to pull back a bit to see clearly!"

"Just go over directly! Forget the Arcane Eye!"

"No! Our necromantic aura is too strong, it will interfere with him! Contact the Tower Spirit, call Archmage Abate!"

"The one over there is a 16th-level elf, a nature servant... Transformation spells from Transmutation and Nature Schools are different; what the elf can't handle, Archmage Abate might not either..."

Even the elf couldn't guarantee handling it. Aishe Moon Song stood straight at the edge of the grassland, her figure like a spear or sword. She bit her lip, clenched her fists, then forced herself to relax, gathering the surrounding natural energy:

"Garrett, don't mess around... Don't mess around... You can't turn into a creature too strong... Your level isn't high enough, you won't hold up, it's dangerous... Retreat, start with a leopard first..."

She was tense, and the others at the edge of the grassland were even more nervous. Lynn hugged Mr. Troka tightly, arms constricting, making the black cat somewhat uncomfortable. If cats weren't so liquid-like, it would have been crying out and waving its claws by now.

The black cat didn't struggle or attack but pressed hard on Lynn's arm. Its soft pink paw pads exerted force, pressing a plum blossom mark into Lynn's thin arm.

Bernard took two steps back, leaning on Appa. Human against deer, deer against human, his shoulder against the deer's chest, instinctively beginning to push. Unknowingly, Bernard's feet and Appa's hooves started sinking.

Only Cirilla's eyes brightened. The Silver Dragon girl took an instinctive step forward, breathing rapidly. She spread her arms, waved, as if wanting to transform into a Silver Dragon, then suddenly snapped out of it. Clenching her fists, she cheered Garrett on:

"Garrett, you can do it! You can do it! Keep it up! If you succeed, we can fly together!!!"

Garrett had no time to think about whether he could or couldn't. Nature guided him, pushing him to undergo his first voluntary transformation. His internal magic swirled, boiled, filling the transformation framework—

Bones!

Muscles!

Scales!

Spines!

Wings!

Membranes—

The immense form of a Silver Dragon appeared on the grassland. From head to neck, to body and tail, just standing there occupied half the grassland. It spread its wings, slightly lifting—

The tremendous wind pressure instantly blew away the silver mist, revealing a Silver Dragon as large as Cirilla in her true form, perhaps even slightly larger.

"He wants to transform into a Silver Dragon! He actually dares to transform into a Silver Dragon!"

Archmage Haines stood abruptly, his face pale. A Silver Dragon, an adult Silver Dragon, transforming into an adult dragon requires at least an eighth-circle spell! A 15th, maybe 16th-level archmage, skilled in this area, to cast it normally!

Garrett is only level 10! Level 10! Even with natural priest bonuses in transformation, forcefully exceeding many levels will cause major problems!

"We need to go over immediately!"

"No, wait—"

Archmage Jennings pulled his teacher back. In just that moment of delay, the scene projected by the Arcane Eye changed again:

"Garrett—"

Cirilla, full of joy, cupped her hands around her mouth, calling softly. Before the words were out, the huge Silver Dragon suddenly deflated as if leaking air:

Shrinking, shrinking. From twenty meters to ten meters, from ten meters to five meters, from five meters to one meter...

The silver light vanished, the silver mist dispersed. The previously imposing Silver Dragon, its immense body seemed supported by the boiling silver mist, shrank naturally as the mist cooled and condensed into droplets.

Height decreased, head shrunk, tail shortened, wingspan reduced. Finally, what appeared before everyone was a tiny Silver Dragon, just over a foot tall, the size of a cat.

Garrett was completely stunned. Just after successfully transforming, before he could even feel joy for a second, a sudden weakness overcame him. Then, his vision rapidly dropped, dropped, dropped...

What’s happening to me?

What’s going on?

Oh no, too ambitious, not enough level, not enough magic, can't sustain it...

Garrett tried to dispel the transformation spell, but having just turned into a Silver Dragon, his magic seemed drained, unable to even cast basic spells.

He tried to run, but tripped on a piece of coarse cloth from his robe, "thud" falling to the ground.

After struggling to get up, he could only flap his wings, his tail swishing the ground, spinning in circles on the grass. Raising his head, he looked towards Aishe Moon Song, desperately calling for help:

Sister Moon Song, save me—

"Woo~"

Oh no, close your mouth. The cry of a young dragon is so pitiful, it completely ruins the image...

Lynn: "..."

Mr. Troka: "..."

Bernard: "..."

Appa: !!!

The Silver Moon Deer pushed forward hard. The barbarian stumbled, took two steps forward, almost falling:

Why are you pushing against me so hard?

Both archmages' steps halted. The next moment, Archmage Haines moved left, Archmage Jennings moved right, quickly manipulating the Arcane Eye:

"Quick, quick, quick! Record it!"

"Move the Arcane Eye closer! Closer! Record everything!"

"Don't miss a thing! Every angle, don't miss a thing!"

A rare sight!

The Plague Lord's young dragon, no, hatchling, no, extremely shrunken adult Draconic Form!

Still wobbly, still unsteady, still stumbling and calling!

This must be recorded! Bring it to the Black Crow Swamp, store it in the Sleepless Tower’s Tower Spirit! When the Immortal One sees it, he'll laugh till his skull falls apart into 23 pieces!

Aishe Moon Song had started running since the Silver Dragon shrank. One step, two steps, five meters, ten meters. But her running speed couldn’t keep up with the dragon's transformation speed. Seeing the grass shaking, the bare patch of grassland now had a... a...

Well, is this a hatchling, young dragon, or a shrunken adult Silver Dragon?

Aishe Moon Song tried to sense Garrett's condition, instinctively looking back at Cirilla. Hey, real Silver Dragon, what do you think?

Cirilla stood still, hands clasped at her chest, lips slightly parted. Her eyes shifted, unsure if she was scared or delighted, maybe even a bit amused...

But whether scared or delighted, Aishe Moon Song didn’t feel any concern or worry from the Silver Dragon girl. This gave her some relief:

Garrett's current state, at least, should not be dangerous?

Well, if Garrett were alone, there might still be danger. Just after transforming, unable to cast spells or fight, even controlling his own body was

 difficult.

Couldn't run fast, couldn’t jump high, even if not killed by predators, he could roll down a slope and break his own neck—

But with so many people around, on flat grassland, with people protecting, there shouldn't be any accidents.

Aishe Moon Song first looked up, ensuring no eagles or hawks were circling in the sky, no flying predators would suddenly swoop down and snatch Garrett. Then, she slowed down, cautiously walking over:

"Don't be afraid," she softened her voice, comforting the flapping, slightly panicked cat-sized Silver Dragon:

"You transformed well, your form is normal, no problems... Not flying or walking is just you not being used to it... Don't worry, calm down, it’ll be fine, let me help you transform back..."

"Wait!"

Cirilla rushed past her like the wind. Stopping, she bent down, scooping the shrunken Silver Dragon into her arms.

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