The sun-kissed afternoon illuminated the bustling city streets, teeming with life and activity.
Amidst the throngs of people, a young man with jet-black hair and a modest build donned the corporate garb of his office.Walking down the bustling walkway, the sweet melody of his music was the only sound he heard, muffled by the earbuds in his ears. Suddenly, a figure in black, burst onto the street, pursued by uniformed officers.The police shouted, "Stop in the name of the law!" as their voices echoed through the crowds.The masked fugitive sneered beneath his disguise, knowing that no one in their right mind would heed their demands. He had chosen this pedestrian-only zone precisely because the police were prohibited from using their weapons.The panicked screams of the crowds filled the air as the criminal pushed his way through, shouting, "Get out of the way!" at the top of his lungs.As the criminal neared the oblivious Elvis, both the fugitive and concerned bystanders tried to warn him, but he was lost in his music and unaware of the impending danger.In a fit of desperation, the criminal pulled out his firearm and aimed it at Elvis. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the street, Elvis fell and lay crumpled on the pavement, his lifeblood slowly seeping out of his body. The sweet melody that had only been audible to him moments ago now replaced by the haunting sound of his final breaths.His eyes, once bright and full of life, were now empty and lifeless. The corporate garb that had once been his armor in the bustling city now stained with his own blood.The gunshot wound that had pierced his chest was now a gaping hole, with the crimson liquid pooling around him, creating a macabre painting on the concrete. The scent of iron was heavy in the air, mixed with the panicked screams of the crowds that had now gathered around.The police were torn between their pursuit and the need to aid the wounded civilian, calling for an ambulance as they tried to prevent the growing crowd from getting too close.Elvis' consciousness was fading as he lay on the ground, his mind racing with questions. He wondered, "Am I dying? Will I never experience wealth or love? Will I die just like a virgin office worker on overtime?"[Regretting current life, host has been giving second chance]Bewildered and in pain, he could not believe what was happening."What kind of crazy bullshit is this?" he exclaimed, barely able to speak through the agony wracking his wounded chest. "I am dying, and someone is playing pranks on me."Elvis' sudden reaction caused his wounded chest to feel a bit of shock that sent pain across his body.'Ah, it f@cking hurts!'But as he cried out, something strange began to happen. His pain began to dull, and he could feel his body changing.[Acquired pain resistance]Elvis could feel that he was losing lots of blood, which made him feel that his body was weak.[Body that breaks the bonds of human weakness, granting][Self-healing acquired][Self-healing has been upgraded to regeneration.]He was granted the power of pain resistance, followed by a body that broke the bonds of human weakness, granting him self-healing abilities that were quickly upgraded to regeneration.As he struggled to comprehend what was happening to him, Elvis felt his body growing colder and weaker. "It is so cold; I need warmth and food; I am hungry," he moaned. But before he could finish his thought, he was granted the power of cold resistance, quickly upgraded to cold immunity. With an error message informing him that warmth could not be granted, he was given an alternative - the power of fire and heat resistance.[Acquired cold resistance][Cold resistance has been upgraded to cold immunity.][Warmth…… Error!......can not be granted... Searching for an alternative method[Fire attribute; heat resistance acquired][Devourer acquired]But as he continued to slip away, his soul drifting further from his body, he found himself filled with regret once more. "If only I were at the top of the world," he mused. "I would be feared or respected by the citizens. I could do whatever I wanted; having a girl - no, ten girls - at my side wouldn't be a problem."Yet even this wish was denied him, and he was granted an alternative - to be at the top of the food chain, feared and revered by many.[Top of the world!] Error!... can't be granted... Searching for an alternative method[Alternative: the top of the food chain, granted.][A creature feared and revered by many, to be sure.][Ding! All five wishes have been used up]With a ding signaling the end of his allotted wishes, Elvis was left bewildered and confused. "Huh, wishes?" he muttered. "If it was a wish, I feel that I would have wished for better things."Elvis was still cognizant of the cacophony of voices and the siren's wail as the ambulance arrived to transport him. But it was already too late; the world around him blurred, and the voices of his companions faded into an unintelligible drone.—Meanwhile, in a parallel dimension, a mystical mountain towered above its verdant surroundings, harboring secrets and dangers long forgotten. Deep within the mountain's recesses lay a concealed lair, which concealed a giant, dormant egg. Once a symbol of hope and vitality, the egg had lost its potency, abandoned by its mother and left to hibernate in a slumberous state. Yet, it was not lifeless, for in a blinding eruption of golden radiance, it cracked open, illuminating the mountain and the skies above.The light was so intense that even the surrounding flora seemed to bow in reverence. From a nearby cliff, an aged and stoic man observed the spectacle with a mix of awe and apprehension. "The prophecy has come to pass," he murmured to himself. "A creature of immense power has been born, one that will dominate all and be feared by all. The golden light is an omen of its coming, a harbinger of the upheaval it will bring."The old man's eyes glinted with a hint of excitement. "If it realizes its full potential, it will unbalance the world's power structures and pose a threat to all, even the divine. Finally, something noteworthy is about to occur in this monotonous and stagnant universe." And with that, he vanished as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving behind only the magnificent scene and the promise of a portentous future.'It's dark'....As the darkness descended upon him, Elvis was overcome with a sense of unease. His body was confined within a liquid space that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Pushing and pulling with all his might, he struggled against the boundaries of his prison, desperately trying to break free. Suddenly, he heard a loud crack and saw a sliver of light. Renewing his efforts, he pushed with all his might, driven by the hope of escape.With one final heave, the eggshell cracked open and Elvis tumbled out into a world that was strange and unfamiliar. He surveyed his surroundings, taking in the light blue cave that surrounded him. The space was vast, easily accommodating a private plane, but it was empty save for a towering nest and a few scurrying insects.Confused, Elvis looked around the dimly lit cave, trying to make sense of his surroundings. "Wait, didn't I die?" As his memories slowly began to return, he realized with a start that he was no longer human. He panicked, letting
As Elvis traversed the mountain pass, he took the time to comprehend the workings of the system and his own unique abilities.[Name: ...(Elvis)] [Race: Dragon][Abilities: Fire, Devourer, Regeneration][Skills:~~] [Resistance: Cold Immunity, Pain Resistance, Fire Resistance]As the young dragon, Elvis, stood at the edge of a sparkling lake in a lower cave, he was overwhelmed with confusion. Despite being a fire dragon, he was not immune to the flames of his own kind, but possessed immunity to the cold. He wondered, "Why don't I have fire immunity?" The system simply replied, [Host has not triggered the evolution of the fire resistance], leaving Elvis to ponder the mysteries of this new world he inhabited.He was, however, aware of his devourer ability. He possessed the power to consume anything magical or non-magical that he could slay and eat. Regeneration, too, was an obvious ability, and so he set his sights on crossing the lake that lay before him, in order to continue his journe
Elvis faced a three-headed Medusa serpent, a creature that sent shivers down even the most formidable of warriors. Its slimy scales shimmered in the dim light, its eyes glinting with a predatory intelligence. Its three heads swayed ominously as it sized up its opponent, clearly spoiling for a fight.The young dragon, Elvis, sprang into action with lightning reflexes, unsheathing his "Water Blade" to strike preemptively against the three-headed Medusa serpent. With a deft flick of his wrist, he severed the middle head, leaving only the two remaining on either side. The creature hissed in fury, its remaining heads lunging forward in a desperate attempt to claim revenge.Undaunted, Elvis sprang into action, his movements fluid and graceful. With each blow, he danced around the serpent, darting in and out of range, using his water-based attacks to keep the beast off-balance. But the serpent was no pushover. It lashed out with razor-sharp fangs, its breath hot and fetid as it snapped at the
As the sun rose, its rays filtering into the cavern where the dragon slumbered, Elvis stirred from his slumber. With a yawn and a stretch, he emerged from his lair, his rumbling stomach a reminder of his hunger."It is time to hunt," he declared, his keen eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any potential prey.With purposeful steps, he ventured deeper into the woodland, eventually coming upon a lone wolf, twice his size, feasting on a fresh kill.Determined, Elvis crouched low, stealthily making his way towards the beast, concealing himself among the brush. The only sound that betrayed his presence was the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot.Suddenly, the wolf raised its head, sniffing the air and growling fiercely in Elvis' direction."F@ck," Elvis cursed, his thoughts interrupted as he was discovered by the wolf, who was renowned for its hunting prowess. The predator pounced, pushing him to the ground and snapping its massive jaws towards him. Elvis nimbly dodged the attack a
As dawn broke, the fifty brave knights and adventurers embarked on their mission, each handpicked for their unique skills and experience.They were divided into smaller groups, with some mounted on horses, while others trudged through the forest on foot.As night fell, they settled in a secure location within the forest and made camp. A warm fire was kindled, casting an inviting glow in the dark of night.Two figures stood amidst the flicker of the campfire, deep in conversation beside the campfire added a touch of intrigue to the stillness of the forest. The pot-bellied man, with a carefree grin on his face, took a swig from his mug and chuckled. "You know what? I think we're overthinking this. We don't need so many men to take down a single monster. A team of four top-ranked adventurers would suffice."The knight, ever the voice of reason, replied with a stern gaze, "I'd watch your tongue if I were you. Such words could get you into trouble if overheard. Trust me, the consequences
As the sun rose on the verdant forest, Dryad emerged from her tree body, her ethereal form shimmering in the morning light. She approached Elvis, who lay sleeping in a bed of soft leaves, and gently roused him with a tap."Good morning, little dragon," she said, her voice as warm and comforting as a summer breeze.Elvis rubbed his eyes, then sat up and looked at her. "Good morning," he said, his voice still heavy with sleep.Dryad gazed at him for a moment, as if she wanted to say something. But before she could speak, Elvis took a deep breath and looked into her green eyes."I thought about what you told me yesterday," he said, his voice resolute. "I want to go out and explore the world, to see if the legend is true."Dryad smiled, proud of the young dragon's growing sense of adventure. "You've grown since I first met you," she said. "You're not a little dragon anymore."But even as she spoke, Elvis' face clouded over. "I want you to come with me," he said, his eyes beseeching.Dryad
Amidst the chaos, fear and desperation were palpable amongst the surviving humans. Panic was on the brink of setting in, when a voice of bravery shattered the silence."I am a holy knight, in service to one of the human kings. Reveal yourself!" The holy knight stepped forward with unwavering conviction, not only eager to lay eyes on the one behind the attack but also hoping to provide reassurance to those around him.The mysterious entity, Dryad, remained hidden, but her voice echoed through the forest. "Is this the decree of the entire human empire or just a decision of the northern region's king?""Let's just say it's the northern region's decision, made for the greater good of humanity," replied the leader of the adventurers.The holy knight swiftly cut in, "That's enough. We do not owe any explanations to the enemy, especially not to this one.""Now show yourself, or we will continue to destroy this forest until we are done with our goal," said the holy knight.Dryad didn't respon
Elvis soared through the sky, the wind whistling past his scales as he flew toward the western horizon. But despite the thrill of flight, a strange feeling crept over him, a melancholy he couldn't shake. Unbeknownst to him, tears trickled down to his snout.Shaking himself from his daze, Elvis refocused on his journey, pushing himself further and further into the endless expanse of the sky. But even the excitement of flight could not keep his exhaustion at bay, and after hours of soaring, the young dragon began to search for a place to rest for the night."System," he called out, his voice ringing through the empty air. "How much further until my destination?"The reply came swiftly, a cold, clinical voice echoing through his mind. [Estimated time of arrival is twelve hours, assuming no breaks are taken.]Elvis snorted in frustration. "I'll take a break when I damn well please," he muttered, and with that, he spiraled downward toward a cavern he had spotted in the distance.As he enter