Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

POV Some Random Player:

The wide white road crisscrossed between majestic white buildings. Their white facades were adorned with intricate murals and stately pillars. It felt as if they had stepped back in time, wandering through the heart of ancient Rome in its resplendent glory.

A group of eight players strolled along, their gazes sweeping upward, captivated by the architectural marvels surrounding them.

"Wow, this is worthy of being a high-level area!"

With a regal bearing and confidence evident in their strides, they paraded down the avenue, enjoying the looks of awe from the surrounding NPCs. The group reveled in the attention, their powerful auras shimmering and elite gear—relics of their conquests in the most elusive dungeons—on full display.

'We SkyLancers are finally entering the big stage!' FukoFat, the player all the way in the back, felt like his dream was coming close—

they had finally crossed the legendary milestone of level one hundred.

"Hey FukoFat!" One of the players suddenly gestured toward the horizon, drawing everyone's attention. Pillars of fire reached upwards, their flames dancing menacingly, painting the heavens with an inferno's glow. It appeared as though the very sky had been set ablaze.

"What in the?!"

They simply couldn't understand what was happening—they were inside the capital of a major superpower, yet there was a huge fire right in its center.

Ding!

//

New emergency mission:

Objective: Stop the kidnapping.

Reward: 1 X Instant Level Up; 100 Gold Coins; 3 X Bronze Mystery Box

//

"Quickly, go!" FukoFat's body shook, and a pair of eagle-like wings of pure water ruptured his clothes as they grew out of his back. With a single beat of them, he shot into the sky.

The world around him became a mere blur, and he soared skyward, racing towards the twinkling stars. The buildings beneath him shrank in size, looking like mere toys from his vantage point, until his attention was captured by a grand mansion ablaze.

"Look, they are players!" As the rest of his party rose into the air, one of them pointed down at the street below them.

Like tiny ants, a group of cloaked players ran down the street. Their ethereal crimson capes billowed and danced in their wake, painting a vivid trail against the lilac cobblestone.

A small figure, likely a dwarf, carried a man at least twice his own size on his shoulder. FukoFat almost burst into laughter at the sight, but his laughter froze in his throat as he realized who the kidnappers were.

'Oh no!' He raised his fist, stopping his friends before they could rush to their deaths.

"Hold, you idiots! Don't you recognize their armor? They are serving that dragon."

The player nearest to him with the nametag: FukoFish, only burst into laughter and said, "Haha, what nonsense are you splurting out? It is one thing to fear the dragon, but we will not run away from their pathetic slaves! Look at the color of their nametags—they are lower level." 𝒷ℯ𝓭𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓮𝓵.𝒸ℴ𝓶

The player flapped his wings and shot straight downward like arrows. The tips of his aura-coated spear gleamed.

'That idiot!'

FukoFat slightly hesitated, the dark black armor and the capes woven seemingly out of energy intimidating him. Then a wave of adrenaline washed over him as he grinned, 'He is an idiot, but he is still a friend; I can't leave him to die alone. That would strain our party forever!'

With a powerful beat of his wings, he dove sharply, hurtling toward the earth like a blazing meteor, directly aiming for the group below.

But, without warning, one of them abruptly looked up. A pair of luminescent golden eyes, alive with electricity sparkling in them, bore into him. Time seemed to stand still, and an icy chill cascaded down his spine.

Emerging from the group was a towering, intimidating figure donned in obsidian armor. A mesmerizing display of electrical tendrils and sparks surrounded him, reminiscent of a storm's fury. From his back erupted two massive draconic wings forged from pure, crackling lightning.

'Yup, we are screwed. That must be Zeus.' They were just regular players, and he wasn't so naive as to think they could fight against elite, well-known players.

A sinking feeling of dread washed over Fukofat. Without hesitation, he poured every ounce of his energy into the petite fencing shield clutched in his right hand. "Legendary Super Shield, activate!" he commanded. In response, vibrant sparks emanated from the shield, giving birth to a robust barrier of mana that cocooned him, reminiscent of a gleaming soap bubble.

Below, the cobblestone pathway erupted in chaos as the lightning-clad player launched skyward with the force of a missile. Ethereal arcs of lightning painted a wild dance across the night, illuminating the heavens.

Before he could even blink, Zeus crossed the distance like a bolt of lightning, and the crackling halberd split his friend FukoFish into half, the rest of his body turning into ash that fell down like a snowfall.

'Haha, our defenses can't even stop that monster for even a second. Poor FukoFish...'

"Unleash everything you've got!" The urgent cries of his allies echoed from the skies. A barrage of metal spears took flight, each zooming through the air with the speed of a missile. They all honed in on the lightning player, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the real Zeus.

As metal met armor, the ensuing symphony of clangs and explosive shockwaves obliterated the clouds of smoke rising from the burning mansion, revealing a clear sky. Each impact on the dark armor sent ripples of force in every direction.

"Hahaha, feel the wrath of my lightning!" Zeus stood there untouched, his armor pristine and shiny as ever. Any sliver of hope that had resided within FukoFat evaporated. The adversary before him was no mere player; he was more akin to an overpowered boss.

with runic inscriptions on her scales, surveyed the vast hall before her. The cavernous space stretched so high that the ceiling POV Vesuvius:

Bathed in a soft mint luminescence, the green gem dragon, adorned with runic inscriptions on her scales, surveyed the vast hall before her. The cavernous space stretched so high that the ceiling transitioned into a frigid zone, draped in crystalline icicles and sheets of frost, while its floor glowed from the heat.

"What is this place, master?" Even though she was now a true dragon, her master was still her master—the gap between them was simply too large, and it wasn't a shame to be a vassal of a stronger dragon. Especially when she owed that dragon as much as she did.

"Our last safe haven. It must be finished before the next month arrives."

She already knew about the upcoming crystal disease that would strike the mortal world like a hammer. However, the walls and fortifications they built were more than sufficient in her eyes.

As if hearing her thoughts, the elder dragon continued, "No matter what you expect, this world will be doomed to burn. Greater powers than us have already started their game. It might be a time for us to retreat back into the shadows until the situation calms down."

Her eyes dangerously shone, as she already knew what her master meant. They were at the peak of the entire draconic species and were strong enough to defend themselves. However, their minions were squishy and weak.

'My minions...' Her own minions were especially weak, most of them focusing on civil vocations. They weren't warriors, nor was she herself. Even though she had the confidence to fight off mortals, she doubted she could stand with her current strength against powerful servants of the gods.

'Even stronger dragons fell to their trickery before...'

"I will gather all my trusted craftsmen and turn this place into a hidden fortress."

With a surge of pride and the desire to showcase her newfound might, her horns ignited with radiant brilliance. Visions of runes, each one intricately twisted and suffused with the arcane enigma of draconic magic, danced in her consciousness.

Almost instantaneously, her mana burst forth, expanding like a dense fog. Each pulse from her glowing horns directed this effusion of mana, channeling it through the labyrinthine tunnels, vast hallways, and the very walls that surrounded them.

Within moments, the mundane surroundings were transformed. Runes, glowing with an ethereal luminescence, adorned the walls, ceiling, and even the floor, their reflections dancing in the icy crystals overhead.

The runes of concealment, reinforcement, and even isolation are all interlocked in glowing patterns. Each one interweaved seamlessly with the others, crafting a protective tapestry that would shield and obscure their lair from any unwanted intruders.

'This place is amazing. All the energy in the environment makes me wonder how it got here. If I already had my domain, I could probably engrave much larger areas.'

She was the rune dragon, her aura carrying the power to etch runes into everything in its range. She could even make her enemies blow up by drawing runes on them, or she could destroy their gear and weapons by etching bad runes on them. It was her ultimate power and dream.

"Perfect, Alesia. With this, we might have a chance to finish this up.'

Pride swelled up within her at the praise of the elder dragon lord she was looking up to.

"This is just the beginning! I will show you what I and the minions I borrowed can do!" Her heart pounded as if she were once again a child playing with other children. All the magic arrays and even the concepts her otherworldly minion practiced interlocked in her mind and formed an image of the mightiest, most concealed, and most protected fortress anyone ever built.

'No, I will also turn this into paradise. Artificial biomes, controlled temperature, and air. All hidden and protected deep underground.'