Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 1: The Escaped Whelp

The smell of sulfur and pumice.

The pupils are thin and vertical, like a cat's eyes.

Nostrils that spew smoke from time to time, and horns and crowns of thorns that are swept back.

Wei An closed his eyes and shook his head, not caring about the heavy head, which was like the physical heaviness of wearing a helmet. He looked closely and found that the ferocious head of the red dragon not only did not disappear but became clearer, and the scratches on the dark red scales became clearly visible.

Next, without waiting for Wei An to make any move, the red dragon raised its huge claws and poked him.

Under the red dragon's unrivaled power, Wei An stumbled to the ground, his head hitting the broken eggshell.

It hurts, so it’s not a dream?

Wei An, who lay down where he fell, was thinking wildly.

But wasn’t I working overtime at the company? I worked overtime for a month on the project. During the busiest period, I ate and drank in the company and slept curled up at my workstation. Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer. After solving a difficult problem, I leaned back in my chair and squinted my eyes.

Wei An climbed up awkwardly, and suddenly found that his hands were gone, replaced by a pair of small hands covered with bright scarlet scales...or rather, forelimbs.

Dragon, he turned into a dragon. Wei An suddenly reacted and raised his obviously disproportionately large head, and found that the red dragon was looking at him quietly, with its throat rolling and making a meaningless groan.

What are you looking at me for?
That dragon... judging from its appearance, it is undoubtedly the red dragon from DND, so is this the DND world?
Forgotten Realms, Krynn World, or Greyhawk World? Or maybe it is none of the above worlds, but a unique world created by a certain author? After all, DND has countless worlds, and each world has its own settings. In other words, there is no DND world, only worlds under DND rules.

No, my mind is a little fuzzy.

Wei An quickly thought of a serious problem. According to the setting, he should now accept the dragon's inheritance and then shout out his real name. Otherwise, he would be brutally killed by the mother dragon as a defective product, or at best abandoned... That's what he remembered from the novels.

Wait, wait, a vast amount of memories will flood into his brain. Be prepared and don't let the computer crash.

Wei An had never felt time passing so slowly. In the end, it was proved that he had not inherited the dragon's legacy and had no way of calling out his real name. There was a high possibility that he would die before achieving his goal.

How to do?
I'm dying. I'm dying.

The next moment, the young dragon was quick-witted and cautious. He first coughed and made some "hmm" and "ah" sounds to adapt to his new vocal organs. Then he opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse, high-pitched voice: "Leon...Leon Ansu...Leon Ansuert."

The young dragon nodded self-righteously, thinking that from now on, Wei An was a thing of the past, and his future self would be Leon Ansurt, the most powerful red dragon among the five-colored dragons.

Leon gave himself a name that sounded decent, and looked at the dragoness with great anticipation - he was sure that she was his mother now - expecting her to look away with satisfaction. However, the dragoness did not react at all, and after a moment she came closer to him... with a look as if she was looking at a fool.

In fact, the mother dragon was also a little confused. It was her first time as a mother, but she had never heard of such a strange cub. After hatching, it didn't immediately look for food and eat the roasted beef she had prepared long ago, or even eat the eggshells, and then find a corner or crevice in her nest to occupy it for itself... Instead, it insisted on looking at her, with its eyes wide open, and then shouted something strange.

How did she give birth to such a stupid thing?
It’s a little silly, but the focus is her cub.

Lick it. The mother dragon only needs to think about how to raise her cubs, but Leon has much more to consider.

He fell again under the licking of the mother dragon's forked tongue. The sticky saliva made him uncomfortable. Looking at the mocking expression on the mother dragon's face, it was hard to imagine that a big lizard could make such a complex and rich expression. His heart skipped a beat and he thought, is it really not possible?
Yes, among the real dragons, except for the white dragon whose IQ is a bit low, most of the others are higher than humans.

The mother dragon opened her mouth wide, revealing her sharp white teeth. Is she going to start eating?
When Leon was preparing to meet his fate, he suddenly found that the mother dragon moved her head away. He looked in the direction where the mother dragon turned her head and found that another dragon egg was about to hatch.

It's now!

He ran away quickly when the mother dragon looked away, to avoid being bitten to death by the mother dragon as a defective product because he had no dragon heritage. Leon gritted his teeth and stepped towards the cave entrance with his short legs.

Human babies can't do anything when they are born, but dragons are obviously different. Even a newly born dragon has plenty of strength and means. It has enough brute force to crack the eggshell, and it has breath weapons to use. Even given about an hour, it can prepare for flying, fighting, and reasoning.

In short, Lyon is off to the races.

Run, dragonfly.

The mother dragon looked at him again, and Leon quickly pretended nothing had happened. He looked around innocently as if he was patrolling his territory, and his throat rolled and made humming sounds. He rolled on the ground for a while, rolling back and forth until he felt a little stupid, stupid enough to increase the mother dragon's suspicion, and stopped silently.

Young dragons are capable of mating, and may do so out of sheer biological urge, but few of them are ready to produce offspring, and may abandon a clutch of eggs anywhere they stand a reasonable chance of survival.

Even evil or selfish dragons have some degree of parental instinct when they reach adulthood. They will place their eggs in a nest and watch over them to ensure they are safe during the incubation period. But that's about it. They don't take care of their babies as carefully as humans do, holding them in their hands for fear of dropping them or holding them in their mouths for fear of melting them.

Seeing that the childish creature was not dangerous and was just rolling around foolishly, the dragoness turned her head again, and Leon ran again. Now he was far away from the dragoness.

The dragon's nest was located in the ruins of a temple. The light shining into the dragon's nest from the gate became a little dazzling. The exit was just around the corner.

Leon decided to make a final push. He controlled his four short legs and ran as fast as he could, running and running, flapping his wings as he ran.

The young dragon saw fire and smoke. The sky outside the smoke was shining. In the distance, the land was rugged and uneven, with low hills rising one after another...so why was it a cliff?
Lyon wanted to brake suddenly, but his body didn't obey him and the delay was a bit high.

At the last moment before falling off the cliff, Leon thought of the dragonette that had just hatched. He didn't know if it was his brother or sister, but the dragonette didn't shout out its name. He thought of the look the mother dragon gave him as if he was a fool, and the look the dragonette that had just hatched gave him as if he was a fool... Is it possible that it is possible to live without the dragon inheritance?

It was too late to say anything now. He was like a ball or a boulder rolling down a steep hillside, splashing countless water and falling into the water with a "puff".

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu——

Gulu, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle——

Gold dragon, bronze dragon, green dragon, black dragon...many dragons have the ability to breathe underwater, but red dragon is not among them.

Fortunately, Leon was from the south before he traveled through time, and he knew how to swim. He learned how to swim the first time he went to the river with his friends in elementary school. He didn't understand why swimming required training classes, but now he just needs a little time to learn it.

(End of this chapter)