So I Became a Black Dragon… and the Dying Fox Girl
The objectives of life of Logan were basic: to work his way up the ladder, relax, not to be roasted by his roommates.
His ideal college routine? Prepare ranked queues, drink a lot of energy drinks and tip his teammates over to the extent that they doubted their life decisions.
But then came the soda.
One can of cola lying in his keyboard, a lightning bolt straight down the spine, and a last, rebellious scream—I will swear I could have turned that battle!
The next thing he knew, Logan was dead.
And was reborn in a world that 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 burns cities to ash, comes with his own orchestral theme type of dragon.
No, Logan had come back as a black dragon so feeble, that it had taken three minutes of him to sneeze out acid.
And to make matters worse, in the corner of the cave a little girl with white hair and twitching fox ears, lay cowering like a frightened kitten. She looked at him with great, weeping eyes that almost screamed:
You... you are not going to eat me, right?
Logan would have liked to be honest with her.
That he could not even rise at this moment, much less feed anybody.
He had just made the most embarrassing gesture in the annals of dragons the face-plant against the bottom of the cave.
But then the memories hit.
Not his, but that of this dragon.
And they were more than disappointing. They were mythical amounts of stupidity.
It seems that this dragon had previously chosen to fight against a whole human army. Why? To kidnap a princess.
Spoiler: it didn't go well.
They flogged him to such a point that he was almost served medium-rare.
Logan was now trapped in a world of swords and sorcery, with a clean sheet.
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 to get a fox-eared girl that looked like she could burst into tears any second.
However, shortly this world would get to know a bitter truth:
The most evil being is not the mightiest dragon.
It is the one that had never wished to do so—unless someone provided him with a reason to do so.