In the US, an ordinary man with an ordinary life was going home from the office. His name was Luke. He had no family, friends, parents, lover, or wife. He was in his early twenties. He was a man without any desire for money, power, position, women, or popularity. He just lived like a dog, surviving. His personal hobbies were eating fast food and reading fantasy lit novels and manga.
While he was going home, a truck hit him. He died in a few minutes. His final thought was, "Finally, I am in a sleep. A deep sleep no one can wake me from." The world had another plan for him. Before the ambulance arrived, Luke was dead—beyond survival. His body remained, but his soul had left this world.
Luke woke up not as a human but as something different. He could feel his body, but he could not move or sense anything. He tried to move; something cracked. It was an egg—not an ordinary egg—but one half the size of a human and twice its weight. Luke opened his eyes in his second life, not as a human but as a newborn dragon.
The first things he saw were strange creatures with human-like appearances. One of them looked human with big wings, and another resembled a lizard with wings. He looked again and again, but he saw the same two shapes. He remembered his first life and realized those were angels and dragons. Then he looked at his hand—small, silver-white with blue and gold patterns—a dragon hand. He was confused and unbelieving; he was a dragon, just like in fantasy stories and novels. He was a newborn child of dragons. Many angels and dragons were looking at him, and he wondered why they were watching him.
One female spoke, "Welcome, newborn." Luke heard her but could not understand because it wasn't English. He listened as other angels and dragons whispered about him, but he could not understand a thing.
A few hours after his birth, he was able to walk. He accepted his new power and identity as a dragon, but he was uncomfortable. He didn't know this world—it felt like a realm of nobles and fantasy.
After one month, he was able to speak, fly, run, and use his abilities. Dragons could grow faster than other creatures. He could control all the elements of the cosmos. The leader of dragons, Lucious (level 1,329,459, highest in the cosmos), called Luke.
Lucious told him, "You will choose your name in six months. It is one of the rules of dragons and angels; they must choose their own names." After six months, he chose his past-life name: Luke.