Origin Continent—a world where cultivation exists, where gods, demons, dragons, phoenixes, and all powerful beings have left their mark. Survival is about becoming the strongest; only fists and strength speak here.
Daniel tumbled through the black vortex, limbs flailing in a void so dense it felt like swimming through ink.
His thoughts, however, weren't stopped—only his five senses had vanished completely.
His mind raced—would he pop out in a velvet-lined crib, greeted by a doting single mom straight out of a romance novel? Or maybe a palace, with servants cooing over his "divine" baby cheeks?
He began to imagine what his parents would look like—their strength, abilities, and influence.
Would it be a single mother or father? If it was the former, he had no issues with it, even though something would feel missing without a father. Likewise, if it was only a father, a mother's presence would be absent too.
Parents were meant to support each other. If one was missing, the other couldn't perfectly fulfill both roles.
His thoughts drifted to siblings. Would he be the firstborn or the youngest? Would all his siblings be girls, or would there be a mix? Different scenarios of his rebirth flashed through Daniel's mind.
Then, suddenly, something unknown fused with him, altering the very foundation of his soul before the vortex spat him out like a bad joke.
One second: darkness. The next: light.
He felt as if he had broken free from a cocoon. His newborn eyes squinted, assessing the situation. Blurry shapes wobbled into view—a cave ceiling, jagged and glistening with mineral veins. The air smelled of damp stone and... egg yolk?
"Wait, why do I smell eggs?"
He tried to sit up. His body refused.
Panic spiked—had the Dragon God botched his rebirth? Where were his chubby baby fists? His toes? He wriggled, but his limbs felt... wrong. Alien. Like they'd been glued on backward.
Suddenly, a warm, milky scent tugged at his attention, and his stomach growled. Instinct took over as he flopped toward it, his movements jerky and inelegant.
"Is this how babies feel? What an amazing feeling!"
His mouth latched onto something soft and yielding. A warm liquid flooded his throat—sweet, rich, addictive.
"Breast milk?" He drank greedily. "It seems Mom's got great taste. Five stars."
But as the meal ended, drowsiness hit him like a truck. His last thought before passing out:
"Better wake up in a mansion..."
Weeks. Months. Years.
Daniel honestly didn't know how much time had passed. Whenever he woke up, his vision was still blurry, and all he could do was taste that delicious milk.
His routine? Eating, sleeping, and wondering.
Was his mother a noble dragon? A rogue cultivator hiding her hybrid child?
This was the life of a baby. And this was what he was experiencing.
After an unknown period, he woke up like every other time—except this time, his vision sharpened. No longer a blurry mess.
A cool, dark cave came into focus: walls streaked with bioluminescent moss, the ground uneven, its height and depth making it seem far grander than an ordinary cave.
"Did my parents abandon me, or what happened?" Daniel muttered under his breath.
He scanned his surroundings again and soon noticed tiny black shell fragments scattered across the floor like broken china.
He tried to stretch. His body rippled.
Looking down, he froze.
Black scales. Claws. A tail.
This was what came into his vision.
He looked around the cave—no human settlement, no sign that a human had ever stayed here.
"Speaking of which, the Dragon God never said I'd be reborn as a human... It seems I was reborn as a dragon."
But Daniel longed to see his dragon body. His first wish was to be a majestic and handsome dragon—his dragon form would strike the hearts of countless beauties, not to mention his human form.
He lunged for a puddle, slipping on his own tail. Face-planted. Tried again, limbs splaying like a drunk centipede. Finally, he wobbled over the water... and screamed.
A lizard stared back.
Not a dragon. Not a phoenix.
A long and slender body with dry black scales. A head that looked kinda triangular. Four legs with claws. A long, tender tail waving in the air.
Silence reigned for some moments.
"OLD MAN—" Daniel's shriek echoed off the walls. "YOU SENT ME TO FANTASY AUSTRALIA?!"
He rampaged—a tiny, scaled tornado.
"I'm a reptile! How am I supposed to flirt? Charm ladies? Wait—does this mean I have to reproduce the primitive way—sleeping with lizards?!"
He kicked a pebble. It pathetically rolled two inches.
"This is worse than the time Ebere called me 'friend material'!"
"God forbid," Daniel quickly cried out.
He cursed the Dragon God in every language he knew—Igbo, Mandarin, and the universal tongue of middle fingers.
"May your WiFi lag! May your dumplings always explode! May your dick—"
With every curse Daniel knew, he rained them upon the Devouring Dragon God.
He had even eaten the shell he hatched from, thinking it was breast milk.
After spending all of his newborn energy on cursing, he finally calmed down and began to think of his next step.
He had no knowledge of where he was, what this world entailed, the power level of its people, or what kind of energy they controlled.
He sighed, wondering why the Dragon God hadn't given him any knowledge about this. His first wish hadn't been fulfilled, leaving him puzzled—had he been scammed?
As for his second and third wishes, he had no choice but to wait and see if they would actually be fulfilled.
As he was thinking about this, he heard an unfamiliar voice—one that startled him, yet also brought him joy.
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