Pain …
It hurts …
It hurts so much!
The agony of being torn to pieces crawled over his entire body, a fierce sense of suffocation,
And the crushing sensation of being in a confined space intertwined endlessly, forcing him to struggle.
In his mind, a voice thick with resentment kept echoing, filling his heart with fury:
“Sorry, my friend, you’re no longer useful to me. This is my last request—please, just die.”
His writhing body made him feel as if he were trapped in a vat of viscous liquid,
Unable to breathe, and even less able to escape.
Overwhelming rage, coupled with the will to survive, pushed his body to its limits.
At that moment, an egg nestled among crimson ore let out a faint, crisp cracking sound.
Through his blurred vision, a sliver of light appeared, urging his suffocating self to summon the last of his strength and rush toward that gleam.
Crack—
A crawling, red-scaled creature slid out of the egg.
Its body covered in egg fluid, it collapsed to the ground, its frail form twitching twice,
And after a fit of violent coughing, it spat out the remaining egg liquid from its airway.
Only then did it manage to struggle to its feet, opening those crimson eyes to survey its surroundings.
But his vision was still blurred. Before he could take in his environment, a sharp pain stabbed through his brain.
A domineering and strange memory forced its way into his fragile hatchling mind, compelling him to accept it.
“Genasar Kanostarl Largkard… What… What is this thing?”
“Of course, that’s your name, hmm…” Suddenly, a deep voice tinged with a trace of femininity caught the attention of this newly hatched, bewildered wyrmling.
He jerked his head, then looked up, only to finally notice a gigantic, semi-transparent white dragon right beside him.
Her body reflected a dazzling, rainbow-hued halo, as if she were sculpted entirely from gems.
Her enormous figure was like a towering mountain, but one could clearly see kindness and benevolence in her draconic face.
Floating in front of her was a massive, exquisitely covered Notebook, and a Quill hovered above it, dancing across the page.
The Crystal Dragon muttered to herself:
“Name: Genasar… Gender: Male… Possible Innate Intellectual Disability.”
“Huh?”
Hearing her odd words, Genasar cocked his head in confusion.
“Innate Intellectual Disability? What’s that supposed to mean! What kind of talk is this! Do you even know what manners are?
How did you come to such a conclusion?” To call someone dumb right after they’re born—who could tolerate that? Genasar immediately voiced his objection without hesitation.
To his surprise, the Crystal Dragon actually became curious after hearing his protest.
“Oh? You don’t even recognize your own name. That’s the only conclusion I can draw, but… you do seem rather special.”
The Crystal Dragon didn’t dwell any longer on whether the hatchling before her was intellectually deficient.
Genasar’s body was suddenly suspended in midair, spinning and tumbling in all directions—clearly the work of this Crystal Dragon, who was inspecting his body.
Hey, hey, hey! Don’t mess with the new account!
Genasar, who had just hatched and hadn’t even gotten his bearings, instantly felt his tender mind grow dizzy from all the spinning.
Luckily, she seemed aware of this as well and quickly set him down.
Then she exclaimed in surprise: “That can’t be right. It looks like I’ve pulled a rather extraordinary egg.”
She simply stared quietly at Genasar, saying nothing more.
Being watched like this made him nervous, and his mind raced with wild speculation.
“What’s this guy staring at me for? Don’t tell me she wants to have a taste? But in this situation…”
He looked around, taking in the environment.
A simple, semi-circular chamber, with only the red platform in the center where he’d just hatched.
Radiating waves of heat, it seemed to be made from highly concentrated Fire Crystal Ore.
Clearly, this was just an Incubation Chamber.
After thinking it over, Genasar quickly grasped his current situation.
After being killed, he’d been reincarnated as a Red Dragon, one of the Five-Colored Evil Dragons. As for the massive dragon before him, she belonged to the Neutral Faction of Gem Dragons; specifically, the Crystal Dragon was known as one of the kinder types.
But she had an odd quirk: she liked to steal Evil Dragon eggs, then hatch and raise them, aiming to train them into good dragons.
Most of the time, she’d choose White Dragons with low intelligence for convenience—training them like dogs, and once they gained wisdom upon adulthood, they would instinctively turn to good.
But if she was confident enough in her own strength, she’d sometimes pick other dragon species.
Right now, Genasar was certain: he was one of those lucky eggs stolen by a Crystal Dragon?
Being raised by a Crystal Dragon was definitely better than being raised by a Red Dragon. Red Dragons weren’t exactly responsible—they’d usually kick their offspring out of the nest by the time they reached the wyrmling stage; only a few would keep raising them into adolescence.
In other words, this Crystal Dragon in front of him was a massive backer?
Gurgle—He’d just thought about it for a couple seconds before his stomach grumbled in protest.
“So hungry… I remember dragons usually eat their eggshells right after hatching.”
Common sense from his past life and his new body’s instincts drove him to crawl toward the eggshell on the Incubation Platform.
Hesitating for a moment at the tough-looking eggshell, he took a bite.
Hmm~ It tasted like original cut potato chips with salt and pepper—crisp and crunchy, the flavor and texture were both excellent.
So, driven by hunger, Genasar began to devour the eggshell rapidly.
The sound of eating interrupted the Crystal Dragon’s musings, and she snapped back to herself.
With a flick of her claw, a chunk of meat—not too big, not too small—appeared.
She tossed it directly in front of Genasar without a word, continuing to watch him as she wrote something in her Notebook with her Quill.
The meat landed in front of Genasar, startling him so much he nearly choked, but the fragrant aroma was irresistible and his hunger compelled him to turn back and ask the Crystal Dragon,
“Is this for me?”
The Crystal Dragon didn’t even look at him, responding absentmindedly,
“Mm-hmm.”
“Thank you, then I won’t be polite.”
“Hm?”
Genasar replied offhandedly, which seemed to set off a chain reaction.
“What? What did you say? Thank you?”
She exclaimed in astonishment, those rainbow-glimmering eyes locking onto Genasar as if she were looking at some priceless treasure.
This left Genasar completely baffled.
“Uh… yeah… huh?”
He finally realized—he was a Red Dragon now!
Red Dragons don’t say thank you! Being polite isn’t a good thing; what if she notices something odd and decides to abandon him?
He absolutely didn’t want to return to the dragon nest and play ‘battle royale’ with those super-macho Red Dragon siblings!
And if she found something truly alarming, thinking he was a threat and decided to snuff him out on the spot—that’d be a total disaster.
At this moment, Genasar looked calm on the outside but was panicking inside.
As he awaited his fate, the Crystal Dragon before him suddenly became wrapped in a shroud of pure white light.
Her massive body rapidly shrank and compressed, the draconic form morphing into a human-shaped outline.
“Thank you? Why would a Red Dragon say thank you? Did you mutate, and even mutate toward kindness?”
A clear, sweet voice rang out from the humanoid figure formed by the Crystal Dragon.
When the light faded, a stunning dragon lady stood before him, clad in a sparkling, cool, long robe.
Her glass-like hair was tied in a high ponytail trailing down her back.
And then—
“Wow~ Holy dragon thunderstrike!”