Chapter 8 - 7: Wasn’t I Just Screwed?
On the western shore of the Old Continent, within a forest that had only recently thawed.
Racked with hunger, David awoke in a barren pit, still looking a bit dazed. After crashing through dozens of trees, it was impossible for his head not to be. It was also thanks to transmigrating into a Red Dragon that he was tough and hardy. If he had been in a human body, he wouldn’t have just been splattered; he would have been smashed to pieces and buried on the spot.
But it was his first time being a dragon. Lacking experience, he had nearly depleted his already scarce ’fuel’ to ’launch’ himself as far as possible. For a dragon, a creature known for its massive energy consumption, this was definitely taboo. For a hatchling, failing to replenish food in time could be fatal!
By the time David realized this, it was somewhat late. Before he could spread his wings for an emergency mid-air stop, he crashed into the frozen ground. Thrown off course by a conifer thicker than his own head, he shot out over a hundred meters, accidentally killing a bear that had just emerged from its den after hibernation, finally ending his hit-and-run journey. Due to extreme hunger, all David felt at that moment was darkness clouding his vision and his limbs growing cold, while his stomach churned with a burning, twisting pain. He was acutely aware that if he didn’t eat something soon, his stomach, like a steel furnace, would begin to digest itself. All he could do was muster his strength, take a massive bite of the unlucky bear’s head, close his eyes, and lose consciousness, until he awoke at this moment.
It’s just that... he distinctly remembered performing an extreme drift before fainting, a reverse parking maneuver into a bear’s den, and even giving the den’s owner a final kiss goodbye. So how did he end up falling into such a deep pit?
A hunting trap?
His rebooting brain had just conjured this alarming thought when countless bizarre and unbelievable memory fragments from various perspectives began to surface:
I dig and dig in the soil, unearthing a withered and rotting flower. I consume it to produce more nutritious poo, and then continue digging and digging until something indescribable snaps my intestines...
An earthworm?
I spent my entire life serving you, hoping only that you would still the thrumming of your abdomen and, in return, grant me the infinite power to love and be loved, my supreme Queen...
An ant?