The allure of beautiful, valuable, and rare books is undeniable, and the story of Zoltán Maelstrom, the Black Dragon, is a perfect example of this. The main plot takes place on the planet Treon Alliance, a world with an almost impractical existence.

The book admirably portrays the efficiency of the Galactic Council, composed of dragons, who managed to establish a peace treaty among trillions of creatures from different races. Creatures in improbable places in the universe, people who never dared to dream of such well-structured law regimes, were touched by this peace.

This richly detailed story always piqued Pierre's curiosity and interest, as he was fascinated by a future so well depicted in the plot. But curiously, he wondered: how could something that speaks so much about the future be found in the past?

Pierre’s uncle had discovered the book during an archaeological excavation in Saqqara, Egypt, revealing a hieroglyphic inscription that supposedly represented the symbol of the Treon Alliance Solar Council. This discovery raised fascinating questions about the connection between the past and the future, and how human imagination can manifest in different eras and cultures.

Pierre recalled the eloquent and animated discussions he had with his uncle on the subject. The book, with its warships, galactic ships, mechs, and advanced technology, provided an unforgettable experience for the reader. It was a story about dragons, their minerals, their kin, and their colors.

The narrative contrasted the First, Second, and Third World Wars on Earth with the intergalactic wars between planets and civilizations. The story took place in a universe with hundreds of solar systems and thousands of planets and races. Among them were Zergs, Orgs, Orcs, Hollets, Bratyannos, Krazed, Taldraex, Beasts, and other life forms, like giant insects and worms. And, of course, the dragons, who possessed celestial powers and drew energy from the very universe.

In this universe, the Treon Alliance Solar Council emerged when the cosmos became a vast expanse of hostilities, filled with conflicts. Wars legitimized the enslavement of various planets. The dragons, a separate and feared race, had no treaties or connections with other species, which they considered inferior. Any interaction with other races only occurred in extremely necessary cases. However, when other races devised a bold plan to challenge even the dragons, they took control and began to dominate the universe, becoming a social organization with super strength and political power.

Pierre couldn't help but think that the dragons were tyrannical — after all, they were driven by force and extreme longevity. However, his favorite character in the book was Zoltán Maelstrom, the “Super Black Dragon.”

Zoltán was solitary and arrogant, even with dragons of his own kind. He was bloodthirsty and ruthless, but Pierre never tired of the intense scenes involving this character. Zoltán's magnetic presence, combined with his relentless behavior, captivated Pierre in a way few characters ever had.

While reading, Pierre reflected on how Zoltán's power and solitude seemed to mirror the weight he carried in his own life. Perhaps it was this unconscious identification that made him return to this book time and again. He devoured his favorite scenes without hesitation.

“His hands moved slowly towards the belt of his robe. Then, he grabbed each side and opened it, revealing his powerful abdomen and his hard, pulsating erection. Framed by the black lining of the robe, his body was attractive, muscular, and magnificent. 'You belong to me,' Zoltán said harshly. A threat. Zoltán's romantic partner froze as he realized that Zoltán wanted his submission and obedience. Commitment, his name, his desire… were not enough to calm him.”

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Pierre looked up as he continued reading. He had read that part a thousand times, and it was still as thrilling as ever! Somehow, when he read and reread that novel, he found the most gratifying moments of his day. But something was changing within him.

As he read, a strange sensation took hold of his body. A discomfort in his breathing, as if the book that had accompanied him in his thoughts for 25 years was, in some way, connected to what he was feeling. He knew it was the end, but he didn't want to stop reading. Perhaps he hoped to find some solace in the printed words on the pages, or perhaps he was just prolonging his own story.

His eyes closed for a moment, and he allowed himself to rest. But exhaustion overtook him, and he fell asleep with the book still in his hands.

When he awoke, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked around and saw a woman, an older lady, concerned at his side. “Master, I thought you wouldn’t wake up. I was very worried about your health,” the old lady said softly.

“No,” said Pierre with an unchanged voice. His eyes moved around; what place was this? He realized he was no longer in his home in Brittany. Everything around him was different. The light was now soft and welcoming. He stood up and looked around, surprised by the landscape that unfolded before his eyes.

Pierre opened his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was the silence. Not the heavy, oppressive silence he knew, but a welcoming silence, almost reverent, as if the world itself was waiting for him to wake up. The pain that had once consumed him, the fatigue that weighed on his shoulders, everything had disappeared. He felt… light. As if an invisible chain that had bound him for so long had finally been broken.

He blinked a few times, trying to adjust his senses. The air seemed purer, more vibrant. When he finally sat up, he realized his body was not the same. There was no usual discomfort in his joints, nor the stiffness that always accompanied him. He looked at his hands — they were not the hands he remembered. What was happening?

Then, a vague and fleeting memory crossed his mind: the sensation of falling, the impact of cold water, and then… darkness. But now, he was here, breathing, conscious. Could this be the afterlife? A dream? Or perhaps… something else?

Before he could formulate a clear thought, a soft hand touched his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. He looked up and met the kind eyes of a woman. She watched him with a mixture of concern and relief.

“How did you fall into the water, Master? You could have died,” she said, her voice filled with a tenderness he did not recognize.

Master? He wondered who she was and, more importantly, who he was now.

“Are you alright, Master?” she insisted, the concern on her face growing. Pierre tried to respond, but the words seemed to get lost in his mind. He felt like a child discovering the world for the first time, unable to process all the information at once. The young man began to tremble, and the woman in front of him embraced him. He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

“Past or future… without knowing how or why… I… transmigrated?” The words almost came out hesitantly for a moment, as if they belonged to someone he once was, but from whom he was now distant.

The woman beside him seemed to grasp the depth of his confusion. “Don't worry, Master. You are safe now; let's go home.”

Pierre looked around, trying to understand what she meant by “home.” Everything around him was unfamiliar. The vegetation was lush, but strangely different from anything he had seen before. Two suns shone in the sky, an impossible detail to ignore. It was no longer the world he knew. He was in another place, in another body, in another reality.

“Where am I?” he murmured, more to himself than to the woman beside him. She smiled tenderly and accessed a small device on her wrist. Before Pierre could process what was happening, a small flying machine, rusty but sturdy, appeared before them.

“How is this possible?” he exclaimed, surprise and incredulity filling his voice.

“Don't be sad about our transport, Master,” the woman replied with an almost nostalgic smile. “This machine is old, but still very useful. We always used it to move quickly through the fields and plains, and you used to love it so much when you were younger.”

As the small machine carried them across the exotic landscape, Pierre allowed himself to absorb everything around him. The air was different, fresher, as if it were filled with possibilities. The feeling of being in a new world was intoxicating, a mixture of euphoria and tranquility.

This place, with its two suns and lush vegetation, was both strange and fascinating. Pierre knew he couldn't cling to the past. This new world, with all its unknown wonders, was now his. He needed to accept this new reality, explore its possibilities, and discover what the future held for him.

Pierre looked at the horizon, observing the unfamiliar landscape before him. The possibilities of this new world unfolded in his mind, but he knew he had to stay focused. There was much to discover, and the initial excitement gave way to a silent determination.

“This is… unexpected,” he thought, his expression hardening. Whatever had happened, he needed to understand and adapt quickly.

Pierre closed his eyes for a moment, letting the reality around him settle in his mind. Whatever the situation… He sighed, allowing calm to return, and murmured, “I'm ready.”