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So I Became a Black Dragon… and Found a Dying Fox Girl

Logan’s life objectives were simple: work his way up the ladder, relax, and not get roasted by his roommates. His ideal college routine? Queue for ranked, drink way too many energy drinks, and tilt his teammates so badly they started doubting their life choices. But then came the soda. One can of cola spilled across his keyboard, a lightning bolt straight down his spine, and one last rebellious scream—I swear I could’ve turned that fight! The next thing he knew, Logan was dead. And was reborn in a world that made zero sense. When he awoke he was no longer in his dorm. He was in a cave. A damp, echoing cave. And he wasn't human. He was a dragon. Not the cool kind, either. Not the burn-cities-to-ash, comes-with-his-own-orchestral-theme type of dragon. No—Logan had come back as a black dragon so feeble it took him three full minutes just to sneeze out acid. And to make matters worse, in the corner of the cave lay a little girl with white hair and twitching fox ears, cowering like a frightened kitten. She looked at him with huge, tear-filled eyes that almost screamed: You... you are not going to eat me, right? Logan would have liked to be honest with her. That he couldn’t even stand up right now, let alone eat anyone. He’d just made the most embarrassing gesture in the annals of dragonkind: a full face-plant into the cave floor. But then the memories hit. Not his—but those of the dragon’s. And they were more than disappointing. They were mythic levels of stupidity. It turned out this dragon had once chosen to fight an entire human army. Why? To kidnap a princess. Spoiler: it didn't go well. They beat him so badly he was nearly served medium-rare. Logan was now trapped in a world of swords and sorcery, with a clean slate. He was forced to learn again how to walk, how to fly, how to breathe fire without coughing on it, how to appear threatening rather than pathetic... And what to do about a fox-eared girl who looked like she might burst into tears at any second. However, shortly this world would get to know a bitter truth: The most dangerous being is not the mightiest dragon. It’s the one who never wanted to be—unless someone gave him a reason.
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