I Received System to Become Dragonborn

The forest was vast. It stretched across the land farther than Sylven could see, filled with trees of countless varieties.

Some of them were small and young while others were enormous and ancient. He recognized familiar species such as oak, maple, birch, pine, cedar, redwood, and baobab, yet some of them grew together in places where they would almost never naturally exist side by side.

Trees from completely different climates stood within the same forest as though the boundaries between continents and ecosystems had simply disappeared.

Sylven could not help feeling happy as he looked at the incredible environment around him. The forest seemed to exist in perfect harmony. Every tree, plant, flower, and patch of moss appeared to have its own place within the ecosystem.

There was something beautiful about seeing so much life growing together without the destruction and corruption he had become accustomed to seeing elsewhere.

For a moment, Sylven almost became captivated by it.

Then he remembered where he was. This was the Trial. A Trial created specifically for Dragonborns!

The Trial knew about his power. It knew that he was a Plant Dragon. So why would it give him an environment that seemed almost perfectly suited to his abilities if it was supposed to challenge him?

Sylven slowly narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong here.

He allowed himself one final moment to appreciate the forest before forcing his attention back toward his surroundings. He could not allow himself to become careless. Danger could come from anywhere, and inside this Trial it could take almost any form.

Then he heard something. It was a whisper. Sylven stopped in his track.

The voices... had come from the trees.

He slowly turned his head and listened. He heard more whispers followed. The plants were speaking.

Sylven’s expression changed immediately. He had not even used his power to communicate with them. Normally, he needed to establish a connection before he could hear their voices clearly but now the forest itself speaks directly to him.

That had never happened before.

Sylven decided to listen for now.

The trees told him about the forest and the strange harmony that existed within it. They spoke of how they had stood there for thousands of years, growing through hundreds of seasons while watching the world around them change. They told him that the forest had remained remarkably untouched despite the passage of time.

However, monsters occasionally entered their territory.

Some of them destroyed parts of the forest. Other monsters built nests among the trees or fought with one another until entire sections of vegetation were damaged.

The trees remembered those events as brief disturbances within their extraordinarily long existence.

Sylven listened carefully. Thousands of years... The thought immediately caught his attention. Could these memories actually be real and he was transferred to this world? Or had the Trial simply created them to deceive him?

He did not know. Sylven continued deeper into the forest.

Eventually, he found a large group of flowers growing together beneath several enormous trees. The moment he approached, their voices reached him as well.

Unlike the trees, the flowers spoke about events that had happened much more recently. They remembered creatures passing through the forest, strange visitors appearing among the trees, and ancient events that had left subtle traces upon the land.

Sylven became increasingly fascinated. There was so much information here!

Every plant seemed to possess its own memories. Every tree had witnessed something different. Even the smallest flowers could tell him stories about events that had happened long before he arrived.

Sylven felt genuinely happy. This place was so fascinating. It was almost enough to make him forget that he was inside a Trial at all.

That was exactly what worried him.

Sylven eventually forced himself to stop listening to the forest. As fascinating as the plants and their memories were he had not entered the Trial to admire the scenery.

He needed to understand what the Trial wanted from him. Until he discovered that purpose he could not afford to become distracted by every interesting thing he saw.

He continued walking through the forest while carefully observing his surroundings.

He searched for anything that might serve as a clue, a challenge, or perhaps an entrance to whatever awaited him deeper inside.

After some time, he began meeting animals.

Several deer moved between the trees, birds flew above the branches, small mammals appeared between the bushes, watching Sylven cautiously before disappearing again.

At first, nothing seemed unusual about them.

Then he saw something much larger.

A massive creature moved between the trees several dozen meters away. Its body was enormous compared to the ordinary animals around it.

Sylven immediately recognized it as a species he had encountered during one of his previous journeys to another world.

He stopped.

That creature should not have been here.

As he continued forward, he encountered more animals that produced the same realization.

They belonged to worlds Sylven had visited during his long existence, from completely different environments and should never have been able to exist together.

It became obvious now that this was not a real forest. The Trial had created these creatures from his memories and experiences.

That conclusion made Sylven slightly more alert. He began listening to the animals as they spoke to him through the natural connection surrounding the forest.

Their voices were calm and innocent. They spoke about the forest as though they had lived here for generations. They described the trees, streams, changing seasons, and the occasional monsters that entered their territory.

But then Sylven noticed something strange. Their stories did not completely agree with one another.

Some animals claimed that the forest had always been peaceful. Other animals remembered periods when entire sections of plants had suddenly moved and fought against intruders.

One deer spoke about trees that had uprooted themselves and attacked monsters or each other. A bird described vines that suddenly twisting around creatures and dragging them into the darkness.

Another animal mentioned flowers that released clouds of poisonous pollen when something threatened them.

Sylven’s expression gradually became more serious. Plants fighting?

Magical plants could defend themselves through countless natural methods. But the way these animals described it sounded different. They spoke as though the entire forest itself could awaken when threatened.

Sylven looked around at the trees. The forest suddenly felt different. There was something hidden within this place.

The contradictions in the animals’ stories were not mistakes but clues deliberately placed there for him to discover.

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