"Your roar earlier has been heard by every creature on this continent, which ans they are now aware that a true dragon is out there," Drax said as if he were congratulating Drake.
Silence befell their surroundings as Drake's dragon form froze—before he burst out.
"How the fucking hell is this good news?!" Drake cried out, his heart pounding as if it were about to burst from his chest.
"Don't worry, the worst thing that can happen to you is getting your blood extracted or getting roasted—which isn't really a problem, considering you've been roasted before," Drax said with a grin.
Drake's golden eyes turned chilling with anger, his entire body trembling as his fury surged.
"You idiot! How is that a good thing?!" Drake pounced on Drax, throwing a punch.
But sothing unexpected happened.
Drake was shocked to find that his fist actually made contact with Drax's body.
When he realized this, he grinned and stood like a human, clenching his dragon fists together as they creaked.
"Oh, oh..." Drax forced a smile. "Calm down! Let tell you sothing—!!!"
"AHHHHH!!!"
Drax's pitiful cries echoed throughout the forest as Drake rcilessly beat him.
Within minutes, Drax's cheeks were swollen beyond recognition from Drake's relentless punches.
Seeing Drax's puffy face, Drake finally felt his anger vented, making him smile satisfied toward Drax.
Drax snorted at Drake's grin. Then, in the blink of an eye, his face returned to normal.
Drake, though confused about how he had managed to touch Drax, pushed that thought aside. Right now, his life was in danger.
He began pacing up and down, ruminating. How the hell was he supposed to avoid this?!
He had just awakened, and now the entire continent was after him.
"Isn't there a way to hide my dragon form?" Drake muttered as he fell into thought, trying to find a solution.
Then, an idea struck him—he could try shifting into his human form.
Without wasting ti, he activated the Draconic Transformation Skill.
His draconic body glowed for a mont, and in an instant—
It disappeared.
In its place stood a one-year-old naked boy with black hair and golden eyes.
He was extrely cute and handso—the kind of child any lady would want to hug and pamper.
His determined expression starkly contrasted with his baby face, and his stance mimicked that of an adult.
Drake assessed his surroundings, looking down at his familiar hands—only now, they looked tiny.
He glanced around, noticing that the trees seed much taller than before.
A sinking feeling settled in his chest.
Drake refused to believe his suspicions were correct.
"Drax... what kind of human body do I have?!" Drake cried out.
Drax looked at him before grinning.
"You have a one-year-old body—because that's your age."
Drake felt as if his entire world had collapsed.
"What the hell is the difference between this tiny one-year-old body and my dragon form?! Both will attract attention!"
Drake groaned in frustration.
"Am I supposed to fight in a one-year-old's body now?! For heaven's sake!" he wailed.
Then, as he looked down at his 'little brother,' he suddenly froze.
A mont later, his eyes widened in surprise.
For a one-year-old boy, this 'little brother' was...
Bigger than normal.
"Wait first, Drax. You said that's my age—does it an I have lived in this world for a year?" Drake asked, a bit confused.
"Yes, you have spent a year in this world," Drax nodded.
When Drake heard this, his confusion deepened.
"Isn't it not even up to three weeks since I got reborn? Including my deep sleep and everything else?"
When Drax heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"After getting reborn, you should rember the mont your eyes were blurry, and you fell into a deep sleep. You spent one whole year in that deep sleep before your eyes finally cleared to see the world."
Drake's face twisted into an expression of disbelief.
"So... I actually spent a year in that deep sleep?"
He sighed and looked up at the sky. It turned out bad luck was still following him—no, it was laughing at him—just when he thought it had left.
"Oh yeah, Drax, why was I able to make contact with you this ti?" he asked, though he already had a theory.
Drax harrumphed before answering, "It's due to your Devouring Soul and Body. If not, do you think you'd be able to touch ?"
When Drake heard this, he felt satisfied. So his earlier guess was right—it was because of his powers.
He looked at Drax with cunning eyes. Now, if this guy dares to try anything funny, he can finally teach him a lesson.
Drake also took the opportunity to check out his skills. Even though he hadn't used them in battle yet, he needed to familiarize himself with them.
He couldn't afford to misuse them in an actual fight.
Minutes passed.
A one-year-old black-haired, golden-eyed boy stood holding a double pitch-black scythe that reeked of death.
Anyone would be shocked to see such a young child wielding such a deadly weapon—and even smiling at the sight of it.
Drake looked at the Reaper Death scythe in his hands. He had been expecting a sword to make him look cooler, but instead, it was a scythe—one that made him look even deadlier.
And it wasn't just a scythe—it was a double-bladed weapon.
He swung the pitch-black scythe, getting a feel for it as he familiarized himself with its weight and movent.
After that, he turned his gaze to the endless desert surrounding him.
"It's ti to test out my skills," he thought with a grin.
His body began emitting a deathly aura, and his golden eyes turned chilling.
But first—he needed to find sothing to wear.
He couldn't go around swinging a scythe while completely naked.
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