Night. Jack was reading a novel, lying on his bed, leaning sideways against the pillow, his phone still charging.
But suddenly, darkness fell before his eyes, and his vision was instantly plunged into an endless void.
....
Waking up from the darkness, Jack's mind was almost blank.
After opening his eyes with some effort, he found his vision extremely blurry. Everything around him was shrouded in a chaotic double image, and noisy, shrill sounds seemed to reach his ears from time to time.
"Am I dreaming?"
Shaking his head vigorously, Jack's consciousness gradually cleared.
Before Jack could understand and observe his surroundings, the largest white double image in his vision merged together, gradually converging into a behemoth that made his heart palpitate and almost made him jump up.
This was a terrifying giant beast, entirely cold white, with a pair of bat-like wings that seemed enlarged and widened on its back. Its veins were clearly visible, taut and powerful.
The white scales on its body, like ice crystals, were extremely smooth and beautiful, reflecting a layer of glittering light. Moreover, these scales were arranged tightly and orderly, overlapping layer by layer without revealing any gaps, giving it an appearance of formidable defense.
Its size was enormous in Jack's eyes. Even lying lazily on the ground, its entire being resembled a heavy, tall building.
The oppressive aura rushed towards him, making Jack forget to breathe for a moment.
The white giant beast watched Jack with its cold, vertical pupils, as if waiting for something.
At the same time, Jack's body trembled, and then he froze, his eyes filled with confusion.
In that instant, a massive amount of memories flooded into Jack's mind, intermingling and colliding with his own.
This stream of memories was vast, containing all sorts of knowledge that Jack found unbelievable. It came quickly and left quickly. In just a few seconds, Jack regained his senses.
Dragon Inheritance... I've become a white dragon... The white giant beast in front of me is my White Dragon Mother.
The large amount of knowledge and information he had just received made Jack understand his situation.
At the same time, the White Dragon Mother's vertical pupils stared at the newly hatched dragonet with some doubt.
White dragons were the smallest of all dragon species. Newly hatched dragonets were generally only the size of an adult wolfhound, and often even slightly smaller.
But her dragonet, just hatched, was already the size of a normal lion or tiger. Its body was larger, and the muscle lines beneath its scales were much stronger and more agile than those of a normal dragonet. This appearance was usually only achieved by dragonets several weeks old.
In addition, unlike typical white dragon hatchlings, although a large area of Jack's body was covered in pure white ice scales that reflected light like a mirror, there were some dense black scales on his neck that were out of place with the overall appearance.
This circle of black scales interlocked to form a ring, possessing an indescribable charm.
Could it have turned into a brainless dragon beast...? At this moment, the White Dragon Mother was already somewhat impatient. Frosty air sprayed from her nostrils, landing on the ground and solidifying into a translucent piece of ice crystal.
She stared at Jack coldly, and a human-like dangerous glint gradually appeared in her pale yellow dragon eyes.
Opposite her, Jack's heart suddenly jolted, and a series of melodious syllables rapidly spilled from his mouth: "Garon·Aurelian·Volibear... Godzilla·Tigasol!"
This was his True Dragon Name.
Being able to speak one's True Name after birth signified that this newborn dragonet had received the Dragon Inheritance and had not become a brainless dragon beast driven by instinct. It would not be expelled or killed by its birth mother and could have a relatively safe period of growth.
Although its appearance was somewhat strange, since Jack had spoken his True Name, it meant that he was indeed a true dragon. The dangerous intent in the White Dragon Mother's eyes gradually dissipated.
She closed her eyes and fell into a lazy sleep.
After uttering his True Name, Jack tried hard to shake his head, and a series of distinct hunger pangs came from his stomach.
Turning his head to look at the broken eggshell beside him, Jack lowered his head and began to nibble at it.
"Not bad... cool and refreshing, and a bit like chocolate."
The eggshells of dragons contained many nutrients they needed, as well as inorganic substances that could accelerate the growth of bones and scales. It was the first meal for a newly hatched dragonet. After discovering that it tasted good, Jack wagged his head and tail as he munched on the chocolate-flavored eggshell.
After eating, the little dragonet carefully sorted through his memory information and then secretly sized up the White Dragon Mother lying not far in front of him.
No matter how many times he saw it, he was shocked by this terrifying yet beautiful giant beast. His own size wasn't even as large as the White Dragon Mother's head.
"And the White Dragon Mother's size is considered small compared to other dragons."
Jack thought silently.
At the same time, he saw his own appearance reflected in the light refracting off the White Dragon Mother's scales.
The center of his eyes was not the pale yellow color of the White Dragon Mother, but a pair of platinum dragon pupils with dazzling colors, bright and beautiful, extremely good-looking.
If he were among a group of dragons, he would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching one.
Dragon pupils came in a wide variety of colors: black, light yellow, brown, azure, deep purple... and countless others. However, the color platinum was quite rare.
In addition, Garon's limbs were thick and his muscles were strong. Because he had just been born, his white scales were smoother and more translucent than those of the White Dragon Mother, without a trace of roughness, reflecting light like a mirror. The pair of dragon wings on his back were wide, their membranes as tough as sails, and their wingspan was somewhat longer compared to his body length.
His shoulder height to body length ratio was approximately one to six, giving him an overall slender yet agile appearance.
At the same time, Jack also saw the circle of dense, ring-shaped black scales on his neck.
"A built-in black necklace? Looks pretty good."
Jack was stunned for a moment and didn't think too much about it.
After all, the forest was vast, and there were all kinds of dragons. It was occasional for some variations to occur at birth. A strange circle of black scales wasn't considered a major mutation.
Such somewhat mutated dragons were recorded in the Dragon Inheritance. They were called Variant Dragons.
Most Variant Dragons were much weaker than normal dragons, but occasionally, abnormally powerful individuals would mutate.
"Hopefully, my mutation is positive and beneficial..." Jack thought to himself.
After clearly seeing his appearance, Jack lowered his head and gazed at the sharp, cold light already present on his forelimb dragon claws. He mentally repeated his long True Dragon Name.
"The name Jack will fade away with the past."
"From now on, I am Garon, a white dragon named Garon!"
At this moment, Garon's mood was rather complicated. On one hand, he felt a bit uneasy because he had come to a completely new world. On the other hand, he was excited because he had glimpsed a magnificent corner of this world through the Dragon Inheritance.
Dragons, undead, giants, elves, spellcasters, elements, demons, the abyss, gods...
"Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it."
Garon took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, then slowly opened them again. His mind had calmed down a lot.
Being able to reincarnate as a dragon, rather than a pitiful slime or goblin or other low-level monster, was already an extremely fortunate thing.
Crack, crack...
Some faint cracking sounds caught Garon's attention. He turned his head and saw that the sound was coming from the intact dragon egg beside him.
He saw the millstone-sized dragon egg shake slightly, and at the same time, cracks appeared on its surface, and more and more of them.
The dragonet inside struggled hard, and after a few seconds, it finally broke out of its shell.
Unlike Garon, who had been stunned in place for a long time, this newborn dragonet, as soon as it came into contact with the outside world, let out a childish dragon cry and then spoke its True Dragon Name.
"Hill·Rose·Vanessa... Rebecca."
Hill's voice was tender and soft, giving Garon a loli-like feeling.