The Silver Dragon Who Flipped the Pot and Fled

My skull feels a bit itchy.

"Mmm, Shi Qiu'er, stop licking. Let me sleep a bit longer,"

Li Wei mumbled with dissatisfaction, feeling a cool sensation on his head.

But Li Wei's gradually awakening mind quickly discovered something strange...

It felt... a bit hot... Mmm... like I'm taking a bath...

And... Shi Qiu'er's tongue seems way too big... and it stinks.

This is definitely not my Shi Qiu'er!

Li Wei's eyes snapped open.

Dog.

What greeted his eyes was undoubtedly a dog's face, but it wasn't his own adorable Shi Qiu'er Samoyed. Its skin was even covered in a layer of dark brown scales. At this point, Li Wei's old worldview had already crumbled by half. As his gaze continued downward and he saw the body full of philosophical muscle, he froze completely.

"Kobold?"

The phrase popped into Li Wei's mind subconsciously...

WTF?!

Li Wei quickly discovered a more unsettling fact: the way these creatures, which he would tentatively call Kobolds, looked at him was very wrong.

It was the look of someone who had been starving all day and finally got their takeout BBQ, which was more than half an hour late.

They wanted to eat him!

He had woken up and become a hot pot!

This realization instantly cleared Li Wei's previously muddled thoughts, and he instinctively struggled.

The movement caused him to topple into even hotter soup, and he gulped down a considerable amount of the broth, which had a slight, astringent taste of fungi. This effectively choked back the torrent of profanity that was about to erupt from Li Wei due to his terrible mood.

As he tumbled and rolled, Li Wei saw his current appearance through the rippling water surface.

It was an egg with a silvery sheen.

To be precise, it was an egg from which a round lizard head had emerged.

Sticking to his skull, whether it was egg liquid or soup, was the piece of eggshell he had pushed open. Coupled with his current bewildered expression, which seemed to question his entire existence, he looked rather foolishly cute.

Though it was a very brief moment, his stunned mind felt like it had wandered for a long time. However, the reality of the situation forced him to admit the established fact that he had transmigrated and become a lizard. He didn't have the luxury like other transmigration predecessors to reminisce about hardships in a warm nest.

Perhaps sensing the movement in the soup pot, the Kobolds around, who were already close to crying from hunger for the broth, let out a 'howl' and rushed forward one after another. They used their short spears, which looked like they were made from polished stalactites, to shove the Silver Lizard, which was trying to flip the pot and escape, back into the soup.

Although I don't know why the well-made Boiled Lizard Egg turned into Lizard Soup, but broth is more filling than egg soup, right?

As the Old Chieftain, Salong looked at the children, who had become somewhat excited by this small surprise, with a gaze that was both loving and melancholic. His mind, however, was on the increasingly dire living conditions in the Underdark, due to the escalating friction between Gershon City, ruled by the Shadow Matriarch, and a certain Mind Flayer city nearby.

This lizard egg, which they had found in a Sinkhole, was already one of the few decent hauls they had in recent days.

"Let them continue like this for a while longer. If it really doesn't work out..."

Salong sighed as he thought this, musing that if they couldn't find a Shelter with a sufficient food source, they would likely have to find another strong power to attach themselves to.

This was also the survival method for most Declining Species like them.

Although in most cases, they would become Vassals who had lost all sovereignty.

They might even temporarily serve as Reserve Food when the other party was short on supplies, but any other outcome was better than the extinction of their species itself.

"It would be great if we could attach ourselves to a Dragon."

It was just that most of the Chromatic Dragons within their tribe's survival radius already had powerful Retainers, and most of them were already involved in the conflict stirred up by the Shadow Matriarch.

If they presented themselves now, they would likely either be sent to the front lines as Cannon Fodder or be chopped up on the spot and preserved with Rock Salt as Military Jerky.

When Salong was young, he heard his father say that one of their Ancestors had once had the honor of becoming a vassal to a Red Dragon. After accumulating enough Merit, he was even bestowed with a drop of Dragon Blood, which broke the species' Talent Lock and turned him into a noble Dragon-Blooded Kobold!

However, this kind of boasting about Ancestors was something that probably nine out of ten Kobolds had said something similar, and they often became the Laughingstock of other creatures.

But just as this Old Kobold was contemplating the future of his entire Tribe, a commotion that startled the Dog Pack erupted from the 'Lizard Egg Soup' in the distance, which he had almost forgotten about.

Scalding hot, scalding hot, scalding hot!

Li Wei felt like he was about to be cooked!

No! If another species were subjected to his current treatment, they would have been thoroughly cooked long ago!

And for some reason, his current body seemed to have considerable endurance, or perhaps resistance, to this high heat? He had been held down by a group of Kobolds and boiled in a simmering Soup Pot for so long, yet he was still alive and kicking!

This fact seemed to have refreshed the Worldview of many young Kobolds, making them somewhat shocked and angry. They kept baring their teeth at Li Wei, issuing threatening growls.

"You damn dogs!" Li Wei, too, had gone from initial panic and despair to impatience and anger!

Well, after all, anyone who was held down in a scalding, foul-smelling bathtub and not allowed out would be extremely angry.

But this kind of helpless anger in the face of tragedy was something that, in his previous life, people on the internet liked to call...

Rage against the dying of the light.

Li Wei was currently in this extremely awkward predicament.

On one hand, he was extremely unaccustomed to this unfamiliar body. Although his Claws were sharp, his short Forelimbs often caused him to Misjudge distances.

So every time it tried to struggle out of the soup pot, it would be poked on its claws and body by several stone spears.

Because of the scales, these attacks didn't cause fatal damage, but they still hurt a lot.

Many of the softer scales had been flipped and curled, and the soup began to show a blood color.

On the other hand, as time went by, it began to feel hunger, a hunger that went deep into its bones!

Li Wei had never been so hungry before. It felt as if its rebellious stomach would digest itself if it didn't eat something soon.

And in objective fact, its weight was indeed rapidly decreasing.

Just as Li Wei, weakened by its body, once again plunged headfirst into the soup pot and choked on some water, its spirits lifted!

"Smells amazing!"

And so, the brutal tribal hunt drama that was originally set in nature suddenly changed its art style.

Every time the Silver Lizard in the soup pot endured a few attacks from the kobolds, it would seize the opportunity to take a few bites into the soup pot!

Root vegetables? Hmm, tastes like potato!

Purple mushrooms? Will they be poisonous? Better than starving to death!

Dried meat of unknown origin? It's not mine anyway!

In a short period, Li Wei, with no other choice, had swept away most of the side dishes in the soup pot, which were already scarce.

The kobolds who witnessed this scene were all red-eyed with anxiety!

This was all the food they had gathered in the past few days! Now, it had all been eaten by the monster they originally considered their main food source!

The wails of the young kobolds finally attracted the attention of many adult kobolds and the Chieftain Salong, who picked up their weapons and rushed over.

And Li Wei, who was almost driven mad by hunger, couldn't care less. After hesitating for just a moment, it set its sights on what was beneath its feet!

"I'll eat my own eggshell!"

Who said eggshells were good for calcium?

Crunch!

Li Wei chewed a few bites and swallowed unconsciously. Its two originally oval, vertical azure pupils widened!

It couldn't describe the taste, but it gave Li Wei an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, and its consciousness became much clearer. It felt as if all the food it had eaten before was garbage compared to this!

Li Wei devoured the remaining eggshell at the fastest speed. Just as it was about to not even spare the piece on its skull and ponder how to escape this predicament, a sense of crisis that sent shivers down its spine made its scales contract.

It flapped its unfamiliar wings with all its might, twisting its body, but it was still a beat too late.

With a tearing sound, a spear made from a sharpened stalagmite shattered the pottery jar and pierced through Levis's right wing, pinning him firmly to the ground. Hot, blood-colored soup spread wantonly across the dry land.

It was the adult kobolds who had attacked!

Roar!

The pain, so intense it would drive a dragon mad, caused Levis to let out a low growl. As he looked up, he saw more than ten kobold monsters, significantly larger than the scrawny kobolds from before, striding towards him from all directions, wielding various old and damaged yet still sharp weapons.

Behind them, there was an elderly kobold, who, despite his thin and short stature, held a short staff and was scrutinizing him with a thoughtful gaze.

Levis instinctively felt that this one was more dangerous!

He was screwed! Were there mages among the kobolds?

In reality, Levis had overthought it. The kobold suspected to be a mage didn't even get a chance to act before an axe blade, notched but gleaming with silver light, followed close behind!

Pinned to the ground, Levis could no longer dodge this attack.

That kobold seemed to have foreseen the scene of this damned lizard's mongrel head being split in two and then dismembered by its own companions.

Levis thought the same.

But amidst this extreme unwillingness and rage, a massive stream of information finally broke through an invisible barrier and surged into his mind, making him instinctively feel the need to shout something out, lest his head explode.

"Tiberius Sextus Kinu Levis!!!"

As this convoluted phrase accompanied Levis's roar, an irresistible cold current surged from his mouth.

All the kobolds present could feel the surrounding temperature plummet instantly, and those who bore the brunt of it felt as if they were facing a winter storm!

Especially the kobold with the axe, who was about to strike Levis. His swift and powerful swing faltered uncontrollably midway and froze in mid-air.

Gales accompanied by ice crystals that materialized out of nowhere tore open wounds across his body. The blood, before it could even spill, was rapidly frozen by the frost that formed! Until everything before his eyes was covered in frost, plunging into eternal darkness.

A sculpture of ice, full of the beauty of power, was formed.

And behind this ice sculpture, a fan-shaped, jagged ice surface spread to the edge of his vision.

The kobolds behind him, though not instantly killed by this sudden frost breath, were still affected. Frost covered their bodies, and their feet were frozen to the ice surface, unable to move.

Crystalline ice shards drifted down from the sky.

The Underdark, which had not seen daylight for millennia, seemed to be snowing.

All the kobolds were stunned by this sudden turn of events. The younger kobolds, terrified, immediately prostrated themselves on the frigid ice surface, trembling and letting out whimpers of sorrow.

Many adult kobolds were also bewildered. Some even dropped their weapons on the spot and prostrated themselves like cubs, as if in pilgrimage.

This was by no means a foe they could contend with!

This is the way of survival for the weak in the Underdark.

Charge at the weak, cower before the strong.

Self-respect? Honor? Meaningless in the face of life and death!

Panic and despair spread uncontrollably through the tribe.

"Dragon True Name."

Salong spat out these words, almost gritting his teeth, staring intently at Li Wei, the instigator, with an extremely complex gaze.

Li Wei, who thought he was going to die, hadn't expected to unleash his potential during a life-or-death crisis.

Although the feeling just now was more like having a phlegm stuck in his throat that he had to cough up, this phlegm seemed to have quite a bit of power. He also hadn't expected these damned Kobold Monsters to surrender so easily after this strike, bowing down in submission.

"Was that a breath attack?"

"Did I transmigrate into a Dragon?"

Just as Li Wei thought he had overcome the initial crisis and could gain his first batch of followers like in a novel, he heard that ancient voice speak word by word:

"Children, this may be sudden, but it is indeed a moment of life and death for the tribe. Kill it! Immediately! Quickly! For the tribe! Anxilakusa!!!"

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