Draco was just a guy on his way to pick up groceries. Nothing exciting—just bread, milk, and maybe a few snacks if he could sneak them past his budget. His biggest concern of the day was whether the local shop had restocked the dragon-shaped gummies he liked since childhood.
That was when the sky split open.
A blazing comet of light tore through the heavens, trailing fire like the breath of some cosmic wyrm. People screamed, cars screeched, but Draco… froze. His heart raced, yet there was no fear in his eyes—only awe.
By the time you reacted it was too late.
The comet's trajectory wasn't random. It was coming straight for him.
There wasn't even time to run. The world drowned in blinding light.
When Draco's awareness returned, there was no earth beneath his feet, no air in his lungs. He floated in a void of endless black.
"...So this is death?" he whispered.
But before despair could take root, a glowing screen shimmered into existence before him. Its text was crisp, radiant, alive.
[Greetings, Draco.]
I am your System.
The words pulsed with warmth, carrying a strange familiarity—like an instinctive extension of himself.
[You are now the Draconic Will. To prevent your consciousness from shattering under the influx of information, I was generated instinctively, a mediator to guide you.]
Draco blinked. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He tried again:
"Wait… System? Draconic Will?"
The text responded instantly.
[Correct. The unconscious will of dragons throughout the Omniverse we're forming a collective being. Its formation collided with you. The two merged.]
[However, as a human, your physical body could not withstand the burden. It… exploded.]
Draco stared. His mind raced, flashing back to the comet of light. His body… gone? Just like that?
"...So I'm dead."
[Incorrect. You are reborn. You are no longer merely human. You are the embodiment of the Draconic Will—the instinctive drive of dragonkind to survive.]
The words glowed brighter, almost proud.
Draco, on the other hand, was silent. His whole life, he had adored dragons—collected their figures, read their myths, even argued on forums about which fictional dragon would win in a fight.
And now… he was them. Or at least, he was about to be.
A laugh slipped out, shaky but growing louder. "Of all the people in the world… you picked the right guy."