Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Even though every nerve in my body screamed for me to turn back and run—like some helpless girl in a slasher movie—I didn’t. I just needed to know what the hell was going on. Curiosity’s a bitch that way.

I hadn’t gotten a full view of the dragon earlier, just that one shimmering scale, but now...

I crept forward through the dense canopy, the shadows of the trees swallowing most of my silhouette. I moved like one of those horror movie survivors—the ones you yell at on screen because they know something’s wrong but walk toward the monster anyway.

And sure enough, I found the reason why the big lizard was lying still like a taxidermy project.

The group was already here.

And Leon was with them.

My gaze locked onto the scene in front of me.

Leon and Amelia were standing hand-in-hand like some doomed lovers in a myth, and his mana—pure and icy—was surging into her, wrapping around her figure like a protective aura. She had her hand placed directly on the dragon’s massive, cold-scaled body.

It was glowing.

The dragon, I mean.

Radiating a soft, bone-white light like moonlight refracted through a cathedral window.