Dragons are mythical creatures found only in legends and fiction in my world. As dominant apex predators, they sit at the top of the food chain, possessing immense strength, intelligence, flight capabilities and elemental abilities such as fire-breathing, making them the ultimate hunters in every story.

  “This is crazy..“ i muttered

  I remained in a trance as a flood of information overwhelmed me, making everything suddenly clear. Solitude is natural for all dragons. When a dragon ys an egg, it stays to protect it until it hatches. However, once the dragon senses the egg is about to hatch, it departs, having fulfilled its purpose.

  Dragons are born strong, even as newborns. It is customary for them to consume their own eggshells, which serve as their parents’ parting gift. In my world, this act can be seen as a form of parental support.

  The eggshell itself is imbued with magic, carrying traces of the parent dragon’s power. By consuming it, the newborn gains immense strength and intelligence, ensuring its survival. This transfer of power and knowledge is why even newly hatched dragons should never be underestimated.

  "This is absolutely crazy..."

  Still reeling from the revetion that came with consuming the eggshell, I found myself overwhelmed by the profound understanding I had gained—not just about my own existence, but also the immense power that now coursed through me. It felt almost too magical to be real.

  Just moments ago, the weight of my situation had nearly crushed me. The realization that I had reincarnated as a monster left me teetering on the edge of despair. Yet, with the knowledge of my true nature, my doubts were completely overturned.

  Dragons do not question their existence. They are creatures of instinct, power, and absolute certainty. Unlike humans, who constantly seek meaning and struggle with their identity, dragons are born with an innate understanding of who they are.

  In essence, dragons exist in a state of unwavering self-awareness, guided by primal instinct. They have no reason to doubt themselves—because they simply are.

  "Fshh... Fuuu..." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts.

  Right now, my human mind and my dragon mind were at odds, cshing against each other. I was relieved that my human self hadn’t been completely consumed by my dragon instincts—I was too deeply attached to it to let go. Meanwhile, the dragon's mind felt like nothing more than a construct, a forged identity that threatened to tear my consciousness apart.

  This situation now forced me to make a choice. If I embraced my human self—the part of me that once wanted to give up, unable to accept the reality of becoming a monster—then I would be rejecting what I had become. But on the other hand, my dragon mind was filled with shame, disgusted by my doubt, and seeking to erase my hesitation entirely by taking control.

  if i let my human self be consumed then my human reason would vanish and change into an arrogant and prideful being, who keeps its head up and looks down every being like insignificant existence

  “And i don't want to be that kind of an existence” i resolutely affirmed

  I grown up as a humble person, thanks to my parents who guided me in a good path, becoming arrogant and rude is a contradiction of what i once was

  I took a moment to gather myself. My mind was a chaotic mess, spiraling with jumbled thoughts, yet I was relieved that I hadn't lost my sanity or succumbed to madness. In my world, humans possess an extraordinary ability to adapt to the most extreme and illogical conditions. This resilience allows them to survive and even thrive in bizarre or dystopian realities. However, such adaptability is a double-edged sword—blindly conforming without question can be just as dangerous as the chaos itself.

  "For now, I should organize my thoughts and get some rest."

  I composed myself and settled into a resting position. Mentally, I was exhausted, though my body remained in perfect condition. Having a dragon’s body, everything felt natural—there was no discomfort, even as I y on the hard, rocky cave floor. I couldn't help but feel grateful; if I were still human, sleeping on such an unforgiving surface would have been unbearable, my body too accustomed to the softness of a warm, fluffy bed.

  For now, I decided to rest and ease my troubled mind.

  ?

  ?

  I woke up feeling refreshed, as if rejuvenated—so different from before, when I was still lost in contemption about my existence. Thanks to the presence of my dragon self, my doubts had finally faded away.

  Yet, I hadn’t fully embraced the mind of a dragon. A lingering fear remained—that surrendering to it completely might erase who I once was. I still cherished my past self, believing it could guide me through my journey and shape my future.

  Rise

  I pushed myself up on all fours, stretching my entire body. Spreading my wings wide, I shifted into a deep stretch—first forward, then backward, like a waking beast. It surprised me to realize that what felt like a short rest had actually sted an entire day. The exhaustion must have been more than just physical—I had been mentally drained by everything that had happened.

  "My priority now is survival" I decided.

  With a newfound purpose, I prepared to embark on a journey into the unknown. Having secluded myself in this cave like a recluse, I had no idea what y beyond its walls.

  I still didn’t know what awaited me—whether this was a dream, a nightmare, or the beginning of a new, magical world.

  Whether I belonged here or not, whether I would survive or perish—only time would tell.