Year 1023 of the new calender, in the month of the Chariot, 27th day
In the Redwoods of Iabrun, a tiny egg by Dragon standards was laying in a pile of undergrowth. It was only 3 meters long and was in an oblong shape. A few cracks, not dissimilar to shattering glass, started stretching their way over the egg. Some of its yolk started to seep through the cracks, slipping down the egg with a viscosity similar to molasses. A tiny head poked out of the side of the egg, inching itself out of the egg. After realizing there was no immediate danger, the little hatchling fully released itself from the sticky bindings. After which, it directly proceeded to eat the egg for the rest of the nutrients, and the memories contained within it, shell and all.
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I looked around for a while. The sun was glaring through the canopy of trees, though it was less of a canopy than a mild smattering of leaves above me. Nodding, I went up a tree. Although I had Dragon blood in me, it would take an exorbitant amount of time before I became the world-rending calamity that was a Primordial Dragon. For now, I had to be careful of the environment and whatever hazards are in here. Satisfied with my standing on the tree, I went on to the next step to help me become more in tune with my ancestors, wiped they may be. I said ‘Status’ in my mind, and the corresponding screen appeared in front of me. This information had been passed down generation after generation between my ancestors, putting the basics inside the egg shell, the consumption of which every newly-born Dragon would do.
Status: Healthy(Alive) Level: 1(15 for next evolution)
Name: None Race: Lesser Wyrm
HP: 150
MP: 200
Stamina: 300
Titles:
The last of your species: +25% Exp gain in total
Ancestor of the Primordial Dragon: +1% stats against every enemy(Upgraded the higher up in the evolutionary line)
Stats:
Strength: 77
Agility: 33
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Vitality: 62
Charm: 8
Intelligence: 27
Skills: Skill points: 5
Observer’s eye Lv1: Can look into other people’s status. Gained due to your innate sense as a fledgling Dragon
Cut Lv1(Passive): Your claws become sharper, sturdier and more useful
Bite Lv1(Passive): The teeth in your maw will become sharper, sturdier and more useful
Innate mana manipulation Lv1(Passive): Your heritage is filled with the blood of the Primordial Dragon, mana comes naturally to you as naturally as it is for you to breathe.
Hatchling mana sense Lv1(Passive): The Dragon’s have an innate sense for mana, starting from only having weak hints to sensing the tiniest speck of it on the other side of the world.
The statistics seem to be in line with the memories inside the shell, though my intelligence seems to be higher than normal. Nonetheless, I knew I had a tough journey ahead of me, I’m far too weak to be considered little more than a bug. Dragons were powerful, but that was in the later stages. Whatever might have wiped the Dragon race would have been quite powerful, perhaps more so than my ancestors. Looking around me once again, and confirming that there was no immediate danger, I went down and began searching for my first prey. I was still quite full, the contents of the egg were quite enough to satiate me for a few weeks, but the experience points were more important.
I began to walk due west, my little frame only 2 meters long not carrying me far in each step. The demise of the Dragons was 5,000 years ago, their information might not be totally accurate. I’ll try to compare what I already know to new things I discovered, though for now, the acquisition of experience would be the task I will need to complete first. Though I loathe to even think of this, I will need a humanoid body eventually. Walking around as a lumbering Dragon near human civilizations would instantly alert the people, those few that know what my race is, to the birth of a new Dragon, which in turn would also alert whoever or whatever culled my race. Besides, whatever treasures those humanoids have gotten over the years must be pretty precious.
While going over the large overarching plan, little more than the barest of bones as of now, I see the first creature I would kill. It was only about a meter long, and quite low to the ground. A lizard that has 5 eyes was lying down on a rock next to a large redwood tree. My eyes were gleaming, a perfect first kill. Something extremely easy to kill, one which can also help boost my growth. I activate my Observer's Eye to glean any information from this lizard.
Name: 5-eyed Lizard
Level: 3
Description: A little lizard, preyed upon by near everything, but it is deceptively fast for its size.
Perfect, I thought. I creeped closer and closer to it, until I was a little more than 3 meters away from it. The lizard would presumably be faster than me, I would only have a single chance to kill it completely. Luckily for me, the Redwoods had many patches of undergrowth easily 4 meters tall near the lizard. Calming my breath, I prepared to lunge in a swift motion. A brief hesitation swept over me, but I quickly suppressed it and lunged at my target.
The lizard was easily startled and started to run from me, but I sunk my claws into its back before it could get far. Easily sinking my teeth into its thrashing neck and dislocating it, the little lizard finally stopped moving. Grinning, I moved it up a nearby tree, anything else could easily take this kill from me.
Exp gained
Good, just what I needed. Now, what to do with this corpse. I could eat it, but that would be a waste, I’m already full, but if I just left it, anything with the mental capacity more than a worm would know that something had killed it. Sighing, I gorged myself on this body. Was surprisingly tasty, but after I ate all of it, including the bones, I hopped down and continued on my way. This journey would start here and now in this forest.