Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

Vesuvius watched as his army slowly carried out piles of golden coins, enchanted metals, and even antique statues from the entrance of the Dragon Mountains. The smell of death was so strong that he could swear he felt the distant presence of reapers waiting like vultures for their meal.

Ding!

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Analysis of the true-void dragon race completed!

New racial abilities were detected:

Void Travel (LV 1)

Description: The ability to freely open rifts in the fabric of reality, leading to the void hidden beneath it. The void is empty, devoid of space or distance, allowing instantaneous, unblockable travel across unlimited distances in both the physical and spiritual worlds.

Void Body (LV 1)

Description: The soul and body of the void dragon, blessed by the void and infused with the void element, can survive in the void without being corroded or erased.

Simultaneously, their bodies are more resistant to all forms of energy-based attacks, as the infused void energy corrodes all other energies.

All physical attacks with the dragon's body cause unblockable and irresistible damage to physical bodies, spiritual souls, materials, and energies.

Inside the void, the body can absorb void energy for later use.

The following racial abilities were modified:

Dragon Quasar Jet Breath (LV 25)

(NEW!): The breath contains void, causing unblockable and irresistible damage to physical bodies, spiritual souls, materials, and energies. The usage consumes void energy.

Quasar Accretion Sphere (LV 20)

(NEW!): The rotating sphere of super accelerated matter now contains void, capable of eroding anything upon touch. The usage consumes void energy.

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As Vesuvius reviewed the new changes the system had finished evaluating, he couldn't help but feel a mix of satisfaction and slight disappointment.

'More damage and defenses are never a bad thing,' he thought, especially pleased with the prospect of directly damaging souls. It was a capability that would undoubtedly prove useful.

'Sadly, void travel is kinda useless for me with my space-time powers.'

He shifted his gaze back to his army, which continued their work with relentless efficiency. The dragon's eyes, now glimmering with the faint light of void energy, scanned the horizon. The piles of treasure grew steadily, a testament to his victory.

Vesuvius flexed his claws, feeling the new energy coursing through him. His claws shimmered with a faint, dark glow, a visual manifestation of the void element now infused within him.

"Dragon!" Suddenly, a perfectly smooth, melodic voice called out, drawing his attention toward the distant sky. Two tiny dots quickly approached, transforming into two humanoid figures—one a blonde man in a suit and the other a blindfolded woman in white robes.

Even at first glance, Vesuvius could tell they weren't humans. Their unnaturally flawless appearances gave them away. Everything, from their hair to their perfect skin and symmetrical faces, was simply too perfect to be natural.

But more importantly, he could feel their suppressed but terrifying auras, the auras of king-level beings. The man's aura, in particular, was extremely dense and radiant, exuding an overwhelming presence.

As he focused on the woman, his domain exploded outward, making his minions drop the treasures they carried.

'It's that angel who kept shouting at me and crushing me while I couldn't defend myself!' This time, Vesuvius was determined to take his revenge, the energy already gathering inside his throat.

This time he felt confident.

"Wait, dragon!" the man spoke before he could attack. Vesuvius's draconic instincts screamed at him to ignore the plea and strike, but seeing the duo not attacking, and recognizing the man as the one who had helped him before, he temporarily stopped the energy gathering in his throat.

The man continued calmly, "Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar, is my name, and this," he pointed to the woman beside him, "is one of my siblings, Raguel Justice."

"Get to the point!" Vesuvius growled, hating the man's evident nonchalance.

"I want you to join a little venture of mine!" the man suddenly grinned. "Let us go and rob the heavens and show my dumb siblings that they are serving a fraud!"

'Rob the heavens?!' Vesuvius almost forgot his anger, his mind racing with the thought of the treasures gathered by the angels and the sheer audacity of such a plan.

Meantime in the divine kingdom of Hefaistos:

POV Hefaistos:

Hefaistos sat on his metal throne, inside his metal temple, the constant bangs of smithing hammers echoing between its metallic walls. The short, stocky dwarf god stared at his eroded metal biceps with his diamond eyes. The surface of his arms was marred, damaged as if struck by a weak acid, with seemingly liquid darkness still lingering on top, slowly corroding deeper and deeper.

The damage wasn't severe, but the god couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart.

'I was injured by that breath!' he thought, the realization chilling him to his core. It shouldn't have happened; the breath had directly damaged his soul. It was something he couldn't predict and shouldn't be possible.

He clenched his fist, and a surge of enormous and pure divine energy radiated from him, purging away the lingering void. The corrosive darkness evaporated, but the unease remained.

There was only one possibility he could think of: 'A hybrid of a void walker and a true dragon.'

'But how? The dragon was just a dragon before...' The memory of that day flashed through his mind. The day he joined the battle against the Hands of Genesis to prevent the rise of the new dragon king.

During the chaos of the battle, he couldn't afford to pay too much attention to the finer details, but now that he thought back, he recalled the weird sensation of being watched.

'Void is awake and helped the dragon ascend!' His metal face contorted into a mask of terror. 'At best, it will go back to sleep. At worst, we are done for!'

Hefaistos stood up from his throne, his body radiating a sense of urgency. He had to spread the news that the void was back. The implications were too dire to ignore.