Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game 4 Chapter 4

With a satisfied burp, the young dragon concluded his meal of boar, leaving only a crimson stain upon the woodland floor.

'I've leveled up! I should check if the status screen functions similarly to how it did in LOMM.

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Status:

Name: Vesuvius Dragor Ignatius Cremator

Race: True Dragon (Fire/Wind)

Evolution: 0 (Dragon Welp)

Level 2 (195/600XP)

HP: 284/285

MP: 975/975

Stat point: 5

Ability points: 1

Vitality (VIT): 19 x1.5

Intelligence (INT): 19

Strength (STR): 16 x1.5

Agility (AGI): 14

Defence (DEF): 43

Endurance (END): 12

Magic (MAG) : 65 x1.5

Abilities:

Dragon Scales (LV 1), True Dragon Breath (LV 2), Draconic Vitality (LV 1), Draconic Might (LV 1), Draconic Magic (LV 1), Fly (LV 1), Dragon Eyes (LV 1), Bite (LV 1), (Claw LV1)

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'It really is just like the game... but why does it feel so incredibly real...

A sudden rustling in a nearby thicket jolted him upright. His extensive gaming background immediately prompted evasive action. The crudely fashioned spear struck the very spot he had occupied mere moments before. Emerging from the bushes were four diminutive, green-skinned humanoids with pointed ears and long noses – goblins. Two brandished meter-long spears, crudely tipped with sharpened stones. Another goblin clutched a short dagger, while a slightly larger one was equipped with a shortsword, which, given their diminutive stature, resembled a longsword. All five were clad in apparel stitched together from animal hides and furs.

"Gagaga, ugaga giaga niba!"

"Gagaga gúúú!"

The goblin armed with the dagger lunged towards the small dragon. Vesuvius swiftly swished his tail, sending the attacker sprawling several meters away. The goblin collided with a tree trunk, collapsing onto the ground.

​ "Gíííí" The stunned goblin began to shriek in agony, convulsing on the earth as dark green blood trickled from its ears and mouth.

Anger contorting its features, one of the remaining goblins hurled its spear at the momentarily distracted dragon. The projectile shot through the air with a velocity that rivaled Olympic athletes from Earth. It swiftly closed the distance, striking the dragon's flank. However, the stone tip of the spear shattered harmlessly against the dragon's formidable scales.

'Simpletons! How could a pathetic stone spear, thrown by a weakling, possibly pierce the mighty scales of a dragon!!!' His eyes blazed with fury; his draconic pride could not tolerate such an insult from shoddy weaponry.

'Well, they don't appear particularly appetizing... At least I can test out my breath weapon!' Vesuvius grinned, baring his long, sharp teeth to intimidate the goblins.

The goblins, suppressing their fear, began to cautiously encircle the dragon. In response, the dragon opened its maw wide, unleashing a torrent of bright orange flame that swept across the creatures.

The inferno engulfed the two closest goblins, transforming them into living torches. They had no time to even utter a sound before they were consumed, rapidly reduced to charred black corpses.

[+60Xp]

[+60Xp]

The last remaining goblin turned tail and fled toward the treeline.

Suddenly, the intensity of the dragon's breath attack surged as a powerful gust of oxygen-rich wind joined the outpouring flames. The range of the fire breath instantly expanded, allowing it to catch the fleeing goblin, incinerating it even more swiftly than its companions.

[+80Xp]

[+40Xp] Meanwhile, the goblin lying on the ground succumbed to its grievous injuries.

Vesuvius panted, feeling drained after expending his fire breath, much like after a strenuous run, yet a grin remained plastered on his face. He felt no remorse or pity for the fallen goblins, only the exhilaration of gaining experience points. He was unsure if this sentiment stemmed from his transformation into a dragon or from years of gaming that had desensitized him to violence.

In most games, goblins are considered among the weakest adversaries. However, in LOMM, they had earned a notorious reputation as silent killers of unsuspecting beginners, owing to their exceptional stealth capabilities and their propensity for sneak attacks and ambushes.

The air was thick with the scent of scorched flesh. Fortunately, the forest floor was damp enough to prevent the spread of the fire. Vesuvius began to feel drowsy and decided to retreat to the relative security of his hatching site. Retracing his scent trail, he began to move back the way he had arrived.

His return journey through the forest proceeded with surprising tranquility; he made no efforts to remain quiet, inadvertently startling most of the local wildlife. Throughout the entire trek, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had encountered this particular forest before, though he couldn't precisely recall where.

After an hour of travel, he arrived back at his hatching site. The gentle murmur of the nearby river quenched his thirst, prompting him to approach its banks and drink copiously, enough to sustain an entire garden.

He then settled down upon the sun-warmed stones.

The stark reality of his circumstances began to sink in. 'Did I… did I actually die in that accident and then get reborn as a dragon within a game? It sounds far-fetched, yet deep down, a part of me insists it's the truth. If this is real, then I ought to be overjoyed. It feels incredible, just hunting and existing without the pressures of modern life. No more demanding boss or looming mortgage payments… Wait, this is even better! I have the system from my favorite game.'

With a contented draconic grin, which likely appeared terrifying to any other creature, the little dragon shut his eyes. Soon, the only sounds were his loud snores, punctuated by puffs of flame erupting from his nostrils.