I Got Reincarnated As A Dragon

Chapter 5: First hunt

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 and kicked the wolf away with a swift blow to its belly.

He considered using his magical abilities to end the fight, but decided to rely on his physical strength instead. "Gaining battle experience is good; I will use this wolf to hone my fighting skills," he thought with a smirk. He gazed at the wolf, his voice filled with confidence.

"Look, Mr. Lone Wolf, it is your greatest honor to face me before your death," he proclaimed, his words echoing in the air, deliberately aimed to irritate the wolf.

The wolf's pride was bruised, and it roared in anger, releasing a fearful aura to intimidate the young dragon.

Elvis felt a chill run down his spine, but his dragon pride and bloodline kept him from being too affected by the skill.

[Fear resistance acquired]

Wolf: (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

The wolf, with its formidable hunting skills, was taken aback by the strange lizard's immunity to its attacks.

Determined to make a successful kill, it launched itself towards Elvis with increased velocity.

The impact was forceful, as Elvis was hurled against a tree trunk, the tree groaning under the impact.

Despite the gash inflicted on his scaly chest, the young dragon was protected by his impenetrable scales and resilient body.

Lying prone, Elvis feigned injury, a cunning ruse to outwit the wolf.

The predator's expression shifted into a sinister smirk, its sharp teeth bared as it closed in on its unsuspecting prey.

However, the wolf's confidence proved to be its downfall, as Elvis sprang to life with a mighty roar, catching the predator off guard, his planned work perfectly.

A scalding tail whip landed with a resounding crack on the wolf's face, sending it hurtling through the air and shattering its tooth.

Despite its speed, the wolf was no match for Elvis' raw power.

It staggered to its feet, its broken jaw a testament to the young dragon's strength.

Incensed at being duped, the wolf's anger boiled over, its eyes blazing a dangerous shade of crimson.

In an alarming transformation, the wolf's broken teeth began to regrow, its form swelling to become larger and more ferocious.

Elvis was taken aback by this sudden shift, as the wolf became a fearsome opponent, no longer held back by caution.

[Warning: The opponent has entered berserk mode].

Elvis, the young dragon, was faced with a difficult decision.

The wolf was getting out of control, and it was time to put an end to it. With a determined look in his eyes, Elvis declared, "Playtime is over!" His voice was like a thunderbolt, echoing through the air.

The wolf's response was a fearsome roar, filled with rage and saliva that dripped from its mouth like a rabid beast.

Elvis was covered in the yucky residue, but he stood his ground, unafraid.

As the wolf raised its paw high, ready to strike, Elvis closed his eyes, appearing to accept his fate.

But just as the wolf was about to deliver its final blow, a sudden and unexpected event occurred.

A voice echoed through the sky, "Thousand years of inferno pain!" And in an instant, a flame arrow shot from the sky, hitting the wolf on the head.

Before the beast could even comprehend what was happening, the sky was filled with thousands of flaming arrows raining down upon it.

The wolf screamed in agony, its final moments filled with pain and terror as it stared into the eyes of the devil that had brought its downfall.

[New fire skill learned: thousands of years of inferno pain]

[Added to fire manipulation]

As Elvis emerged from the fiery inferno, his gaze fell upon the desolate landscape of charred ashes that surrounded him.

A gentle breeze rustled through the air, and the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and gold.

For any onlooker, the sight of Elvis rising from the flames would have been nothing short of awe-inspiring. One might have been tempted to utter the words "Super cool."

However, Elvis' thoughts were consumed by a different matter.

As he surveyed the destruction he had wrought, he suddenly remembered the reason he had started the fire in the first place. "What have I done?" he muttered. "I got carried away, and now I've burnt everything to a crisp. What am I going to eat?"

Elvis: (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Exhausted, Elvis stumbled into his cave, his energy depleted by the sheer power of his skill.

Despite its impressive attributes, the toll it took on him was significant. But fate smiled upon him, as a rabbit lay injured in the aftermath of a fire arrow explosion.

Without a moment's hesitation, Elvis pounced on the hapless creature, sinking his fangs into its neck and ending its life with a swift snap.

The taste of warm, metallic blood filled his mouth as he ravenously tore into the flesh of the rabbit, relishing every moment of the feast.

Elvis began to eat in the raw meat, finding a strange pleasure in its unprocessed state.

Unbeknownst to him, a golden light approached his chest as he ate, granting him increased strength and the potential for growth should he consume a stronger creature.

Even if he had remembered the devourer's ability, Elvis would not have utilized it, for it would rob him of the pure enjoyment of the meat.

He savored the blood, drinking it like fine wine, and left not a single bone behind as he devoured his meal.

Satisfied, Elvis returned to his cave, little knowing that he would soon face the true owner of his newfound home