We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

I was transported to another world at the same time, but I'm the only dragon? Everyone else is a beautiful girl?!

Author: The Dreamy Fool

Introduction:

Lan Si, who was created and flown by the Supreme Hundred-ton King for saving someone, embarked on a journey across different worlds. However, he found that he was the only one who traveled through time and became a dragon. He was given a new name, Acharion Wilminax Pantocratol, and joined the happy family of dnd-like true dragons. Then he lived a miserable life of eating dirt every day in this snowy field where animals were extinct, plants were frozen, and there was only endless death and cold. It was basically no different from a forbidden zone for life.

But the other Lanci have all been reborn as beautiful girls! Their plights don't seem much better than his. The Lanci who traveled back in time as Ying is sealed away by the laws of nature, yet she woke up within them... The Lanci who traveled back in time as Altria is destined to become the doomed King of Britain, seemingly unable to change her future no matter what she does. The Lanci who traveled back in time as a beautiful white-haired, red-eyed undead girl is locked up in the Undead Asylum, and no one's given her the key? She's going to be locked up like this until the end of the world...

None of this matters. Acharion Wilminax Pantocratol Blue Si believes that with his own strength, he and the other Blue Si can all live happily together in the same bed!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 1. Hatching

First, there is nothingness.

I can't feel anything.

Then—perhaps slowly, or perhaps suddenly—a feeling begins to emerge.

dark.

The warm, viscous, suffocating darkness felt like being trapped in an endless abyss, with no light around and only a sense of oppression surging in like a tide, making it impossible to move.

Lan Si's consciousness awoke from the chaos, as if struggling to surface from an endless nightmare. The last memories in his mind were the ear-piercing screech of the dump truck's brakes and the sharp screeching of its wheels grinding against the ground, the sparks from the metal scraping against the earth still flashing before his eyes.

Clearly, it would be impossible for humans to survive such an impact.

...But what's going on now? Am I still alive?

An unbelievable doubt arose in Lan Si's heart, mixed with a bit of confusion and fear. He could feel that his body was enveloped by some kind of hard substance.

Completely curled up and unable to stretch out, each breath felt like swallowing flames, burning the throat and internal organs, bringing waves of unbearable stinging pain.

Lan Si had thought he would completely lose his mind and teeter on the brink of madness amidst such intense pain. However, to his surprise, his consciousness remained remarkably clear and calm.

Could this be some kind of experimental technology? Or is this the afterlife? I was hit by a car while trying to save someone, and even if it was just a momentary lapse of judgment, it shouldn't end up like this after death... Let me try to move around first.

Lan Si tried to raise his arm, and the next instant, a clear sound rang in his ears—

"Click."

Something cracked.

He didn't exert any force, not even a slight movement, and the thing encasing him shattered at the slightest touch, like a sun-baked plastic shell.

Then—the biting cold wind, like a wild beast breaking free of its restraints, roared and poured into the gaps in his body. The feeling was no longer just simple coldness, but like countless tiny and sharp blades, densely cutting...his skin.

Lan Si was suddenly startled. Something was wrong! The touch was not the warmth and softness that flesh and blood should have. Instead, it was cold and strangely smooth. The place where his fingertips touched it was like touching some kind of hard mineral!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene before him was unbelievably clear, as if a thin veil covering the world had been lifted in an instant. All the colors were vivid and bright, with distinct contrasts, as if an old 1080p monitor had been upgraded to an amazing 24K resolution, with every detail clearly visible.

The light between heaven and earth was strangely broken down into countless subtle layers in his eyes. The vast snowfield in the distance reflected an almost blinding, pale light, making him squint slightly, while the shadows nearby were as deep as ancient black holes, as if they could swallow up all the light, leaving only an unsettling darkness.

It took Lan Si quite a while to be able to see the dark parts clearly.

He was inside a giant gray-white egg in the center of a dark pit, surrounded by a wasteland covered with thick white snow. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse of white, with no end in sight. A feeling of insignificance and loneliness arose spontaneously.

Lan Si lowered his head and began to observe his appearance—what came into view were two pairs of claws as sharp as light gray crystals, with five fingers together and sharp as blades at the tips, from which flashes of cold light appeared from time to time.

He tentatively raised his right hand—his right forepaw—and with a gentle swipe of his claw, he effortlessly tore apart the broken grayish-white eggshell that encased him. The eggshell fragments fell to the ground with a soft "sizzle" sound.

Lan Si's entire body was covered with fine and hard scales. The scales were a deep gray, like thick dark clouds in the sky, but slightly brighter than dark clouds, and reflected a jewel-like luster in the dim light.

His body presented a sleek and powerful silhouette, with firm and elastic muscles. A long and thick tail extended from his hips, its end resembling the blade of a giant sword, trembling slightly with his faint breaths, its surface gleaming with the same cold light as his claws.

A pair of large wings were tightly folded back, the wing membranes exhibiting an almost transparent texture resembling colorless crystal, which was both beautiful and resilient. However, after a few breaths, they turned into a gray color similar to that of the scales.

Just as Lan Si was blankly examining his new body, a cold and complex stream of information flooded into his mind like a tide. This information was ancient and obscure, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty, like an ancient and enduring law, directly imprinted into the depths of his soul.

It instantly took over his entire consciousness and made him realize that he was no longer a lowly human being.

Rather, it is the great, noble, supreme being—the true dragon: Akalion Virminax Pantokrator.

"I... I've actually turned into a dragon?!"

Lan Si—no, his real name now is Akalion Virminax Pantokrator—froze for a few seconds, his mind blank. Then, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: shock, fear, and a strange mix of excitement and unease.

After a moment, Akalion shook his head with a slight hint of regret.

So be it, he time-traveled. In a sense, it might be a kind of liberation. At least he escaped the suffocating and miserable life of a laborer and transformed into a powerful and mysterious dragon in legend.

Although the beginning seemed unfavorable, as a lone fledgling dragon, it was ultimately a true dragon whose lifespan was no different from eternity!

But... why is there nothing else in his dragon heritage besides this long and domineering true name, the cold phrase "You are a dragon," some common knowledge about dragon species, and some ancient methods of worshipping dragon gods?

And he's supposed to be a transmigrator, so how come he doesn't even have a cheat ability?!

"......call!"

Akalion took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into his lungs, bringing a chill that calmed him down a bit.

You can't think like that. Being able to have life again is already the greatest gift God has given him. How can he be so greedy and ask for more?

He tried to move his body and found that his newly hatched body was extremely weak. Every muscle felt like it was filled with heavy lead, and even moving slightly made him feel extremely tired, as if he was about to exhaust all his strength.

Akalion swung his hard-scaled dragon claws with all his might, tearing apart the eggshell fragments that bound him. Then, like a larva struggling to emerge from the mud, he laboriously crawled out of the sticky egg liquid and broken eggshell.

He looked down again at the scales on his body. The deep gray stood out starkly against the cold light reflected from the snow, clearly having nothing to do with the metallic dragons of the good faction that shone with a metallic luster.

Gray... Could he be one of the five chromatic dragons of the evil faction, and a hybrid of a white and a black dragon? This speculation made Akalion's feelings even more complicated.

Both the black dragon and the white dragon are incredibly lazy in raising their offspring—if they had to be ranked, Akalion would hand the championship to the white dragon without even thinking.

Black dragons typically adopt a near-cruel, hands-off approach to their young—simply put, they completely let them roam free. The little black dragons do whatever they want, receiving almost no guidance, protection, or care from the black dragons.

However, if outsiders dare to harm or even kill a black dragon's offspring, the black dragon will usually retaliate afterwards. But this is not out of maternal affection for its young, but more to maintain its dignity and territorial instincts as a true dragon.

If the enemy is too powerful and threatens his life, Black Dragon will not hesitate to prioritize survival, and the so-called 'revenge' will vanish.

As for the white dragons, whose method of raising offspring is even worse than that of the black dragons, it can be said that they have absolutely no way of raising offspring. They usually don't even take care of the dragon eggs they lay, and they leave immediately after laying the eggs, let alone the hatchlings.

It's no wonder that it was despised by other powerful true dragons and called 'the shame of the true dragons'.

This is really not good news for Akalion, as the remaining three types of the five-colored dragons—red, blue, and green—will raise their offspring well.

Even red dragons raise their offspring for fifty years before 'encouraging' them to leave the nest after they reach adolescence, though this process may involve some violence.

But no matter what, it's better than the Black Dragon and the White Dragon!

If he is indeed a hybrid offspring of a black dragon and a white dragon, then his current situation of being isolated and helpless without any elders to protect him can be reasonably explained.

He tried hard to recall what he knew about dragons: black dragon eggs could only hatch in acidic liquids or swamps, while white dragon eggs could only hatch in ice and snow or when frozen.

The pit he was in was filled with damp, black mud at the bottom, emitting a faint smell of decay; it could barely be considered a swamp. Beyond the pit lay an endless, snow-covered plain, with howling winds and biting cold—which, for the sake of it, matched the environment of the black and white dragon eggs.

With my unique dark gray scales, could I really be a hybrid of a black dragon and a white dragon?

Akalion felt something was off. He carefully examined his body. At least, purebred black and white dragons would never have tails like his. His tail was thicker and longer, almost like a red dragon's, with the tip resembling the tip of a giant sword. This was clearly different from the thick, whip-like tail of a black dragon and the relatively short and thick tail of a white dragon.

Of course, it could also be due to abnormal development caused by mixed race; hopefully, it's benign.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 2. Dreams and 'Me' (Part 1)

Akalion's stomach was already protesting. He struggled to move his weak body out of the somewhat oppressive hollow and onto the vast snowfield, ready to begin his first hunt.

Unlike inside the crater, the cold wind here wasn't an invisible blade, but rather like countless unseen whips, lashing his scales fiercely and emitting a wailing howl.

The sky overhead was as gloomy as a huge block of lead, with thick, layered clouds that made it almost impossible to breathe, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Looking into the distance, the continuous mountain ranges stand majestically, like sleeping giants. The peaks are covered with thick snow, appearing a vast silvery-white under the gloomy sky, as if they might awaken at any moment and roar with earth-shattering force.

Beneath his feet lay pure white snow, untouched by any impurities. Each step he took caused the hard scales to crunch and creak against the cold ground.

The icy touch seeped through the hard scales, penetrating deep into Akalion's marrow, making him shiver involuntarily.

Surprisingly, the harsh environment seemed to have no effect on his body beyond that. Akalion could clearly feel that with each deep breath, the cold air rushed into his lungs, and a wisp of energy surged from deep within his body. His originally weak stamina was recovering rapidly at an astonishing speed.

After just two or three full breaths, Akalion felt his once heavy body become light, and an urge to fly stirred deep within him.

And he did just that, carefully unfolding the pair of huge wings on his back, flapping them slightly, and his body slowly lifted off the ground.

However, he didn't dare to fly too high. His innate instincts kept warning him that there were powerful beings lurking on this seemingly empty and quiet land that could threaten his survival. Before he could fully understand this snowfield, it was better to keep a low profile and be cautious.

He flew low over the snow, his gray figure drawing a low arc in the white world.

"...This place is really desolate."

Akalion flapped its wings and flew slowly at low altitude, its sharp dragon eyes carefully scanning the endless snowfield below. Apart from the occasional jagged rocks that stood out abruptly from the ground and the scattered groves of sparse, dry trees, there were almost no other obvious signs of life on this land; the silence was oppressive.

The fierce wind occasionally whipped up loose snowflakes from the ground, forming small white whirlwinds that spun and danced helplessly in the air, drifting like ghosts, before finally dissipating under the cold wind and merging back into the vast snowfield.

The air was filled with the crisp, clean scent of ice and snow, mixed with a hint of the bitter smell of earth.

"Goo-"

Just then, a deafening roar came from Akalion's abdomen, echoing across the silent snowfield like muffled thunder.

Hunger overwhelmed him like a sudden eruption of volcanic lava.

It had been a long time—actually, not that long, probably only ten years—that I hadn't felt this hungry. It felt as if I had returned to the painful time ten years ago when I had just left the orphanage.

Akalion, while 'reminiscing' about the past that can never be returned to, anxiously scanned his surroundings—there was no trace of life in the air, only the low whistling of the cold wind and the silent stillness of the white snow, as if the whole world had fallen into a deathly silence.

It seems that the only option right now is to try out my own eggshell.

It wasn't mentioned in the Dragon's Legacy, but some novels he'd read seemed to say that dragon eggshells tasted quite good and could provide some nutrition for newly hatched dragons. So, his own eggshells should be edible, right?

After all, the current situation doesn't allow him to be picky.

He flapped his wings and flew back to the crater where he had hatched. Looking at the pile of eggshell fragments scattered on the ground, resembling broken plastic, a clear hesitation and resistance appeared on the dark gray dragon's face.

In the end, the intense hunger prevailed. He carefully extended his dragon claw, which was as clear as light gray crystal, picked up a sharp-edged shard, shook off the black mud on it, and put it into his mouth with a hint of trepidation.

The next second, Akalion almost couldn't hold it in and vomited.

This is fucking awful!

The eggshells taste absolutely awful!

Akalion felt as if he were chewing on a cold, rusty piece of iron, mixed with a nauseating smell of chalk dust, dry and rough, with a strong metallic odor and an indescribable bitterness.

Akalion's throat and taste buds felt as if they were being tortured, almost numb from the intense stimulation. Each time he put a piece of eggshell into his mouth, it was like a painful self-torture.

Despite the terrible taste, in order to survive and to quell the hunger that felt like a dull knife churning in his stomach, Akalion forced himself to swallow the entire eggshell fragments scattered on the ground, bit by bit.

As the last sharp-edged fragment slid with difficulty down his throat and into his stomach, he finally felt a faint warmth spreading from his stomach to his limbs and bones. The dark gray scales on his body seemed to be brighter than before, shimmering with a faint luster.

It seems... it does have some effect.

However, this meager amount of food was like a drop in the ocean for his empty stomach, and could not alleviate the famine that roared like a wild beast in his belly.

I want to eat!

I want to eat!!

I want to eat!!!

A deep sense of helplessness and anger grew wildly in his heart like weeds. In his impotent rage, Akalion suddenly raised his dragon head, looked around at the still desolate white world, and finally could only lower his head helplessly and sniff the cold ground.

Aside from the eggshell, he seemed to recall reading in some unreliable novels that some strange dragons could even feed on mud... Now it seemed he had no choice but to try it, even if it seemed hopeless. Otherwise, he might really starve to death in this icy wasteland.

He sniffed the black mud carefully; besides the smell of decay, it also had a metallic odor. Akalion hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, with a hint of despair, he took a bite of the black mud with his teeth.

It felt like sucking on a mouthful of paste—a little smelly, a little bitter—but much better than chewing on an eggshell that felt like chewing on rusty iron.

I eat!

I'll eat it!

I'm going to eat, eat, eat!!!

Then, a strong churning sensation came from his stomach, and he couldn't help but gag.

No, this stuff isn't for dragons! He felt his stomach protesting violently, as if it wanted to vomit up everything he had just swallowed.

But his dragon stomach had already digested all that black sludge.

Heaven knows what all that sludge was eventually transformed into in his stomach. In any case, Akalion did feel that his body seemed to have become a little stronger, and there was a faint energy surging within him. He even felt as if he could breathe dragon's breath... If he ate some more, he should—wait, the sludge was gone.

"Did I eat that fast?"

Are we destined to live on dirt from now on?

Akalion sighed helplessly, looking at the frozen soil revealed as the mud disappeared, without much resistance in his heart.