It was a dragon, a fucking dragon. It was facing away from me. I had no idea what was going on. But there were two things I was sure of:

1. They had not only forced me to leave Marsha, They had also tricked me. But why?

2. I was in yet another foreign world, but this one did not seem to resemble Earth or Marsha.

Mangas, Animes, and novels from Earth and Marsha alike flashed before my eyes, however, I did not have time to spare exploring old memories, as I was in mortal danger. The dragon had turned around, sensing my presence. My fight or flight instincts immediately kicked in, a burst of adrenaline bolting through me. I tried to suppress my fear so that I could act calmly. However, right now, I could barely form a coherent train of thought. I couldn't even move an inch, not even shiver from the fear. That was how dominating its aura was.

I had been in multiple business deals with very rich and powerful men that radiated incredibly overbearing auras, yet none of them could even slightly compare. Well, what was I thinking, it was a dragon. However, it didn't want to kill me, if it did, it would've already. I think about it, and conclude that the most likely scenario is that it is wondering how I managed to sneak up on it. 'Then is this a test, is it testing me with its aura? Maybe it thought I might be dangerous, so it is containing me,' I deduce. No matter which one it is, if my train of thought is correct, then its most likely next course of action is questioning me.

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Wait, if this is a magic world, then is there mind magic, what if it can just read my memories? Then I would be of no use to it. Could the reason why it hasn't acted yet is that it is processing my memories. I fall to the depths of despair at this tragic train of thought. I immediately make up my mind to try my best at escape, even if it is futile, it is better than surrendering myself to fate.

That, is something I cannot allow myself to ever do again.

Gathering every drop of resolution inside me, I try my hardest to escape the dragon's control. Soaking in sweat and groaning like a bodybuilder, I push my body to the max, desperately trying to move.

Ah, is this how I'll die? At least I can say I died trying. NO! I immediately expel those thoughts of resignation and push my aching muscles further, as if trying to turn on a car with a dead battery.

Wait, if my body is the car, then the battery is fine. The problem is with the key, it won't turn. The dragon is holding it in place. How can I take control of my body back, I wonder. It was at that moment. The dragon approached me.

"Interesting human, you've even made contact with them"

I mentally shudder at its overbearing tone brimming with pride and… curiosity. What if I can salvage this? If it is interested in those beings, is there some sort of deal I can make? As I'm thinking, I suddenly feel the pressure lessen. It seems to be interested. I have to show proper respect, but I can't let myself become a slave to whatever its terms are. What do I have to offer? If I ask what it needs, I'll automatically have the lower hand. But there's nothing else I can do, after all, I have a serious lack of information.

The pressure lessens again and I immediately bow.

"Sir Dragon, may I know how I should address you?"

I request, sounding pitiful and submissive, but there's nothing else I can do.

"My name is…"