Mystical Journey

“This space…” After multiple attempts, Garen had completely given up on the idea of using his Soul Energy to explore the area.

At the same time, he noticed that there was a cord-like object attached to the inner wall of the eggshell and a soft liquid was flowing into his body from the umbilical cord.

“So these are nutrients?” He tugged at the umbilical cord and it was indeed very firm.

It was pretty obvious that he was in an embryo inside an eggshell, and such eggshell embryos often only appear with special creatures.

Garen searched through his memories and knowledge for almost half a day and instantly listed dozens of potentially similar species, but further verification was needed.

Time passed slowly.

The exterior of the eggshell gradually heated up as an unbearable heart was transmitted from the outside as if someone was toasting it with fire.

Garen started to feel hot, but the heat just got worse and worse he was almost unable to bear with it any longer. A subtle whining sound came from the small meaty object by the side that sounded like grains of sands, pitiful indeed.

Hu…

Suddenly, a breeze blew by and the temperature of the eggshell dropped instantly.

Inside the eggshell, Garen wriggled his body as he changed his position. Kicking the meaty object aside, he enjoyed the rapid decrease of the temperature.

“Esgula… Mildi…” Suddenly, a loud yet solemn voice rang outside the eggshell.

Garen was startled for a bit. After all, this was the very first time he heard something obvious outside that belonged to a creature, and it was a rhythmic voice, though it was an unknown language.

Hiss…

Soon enough, he was aware that something was not right.

The umbilical cord on his stomach began to glow, giving off a faint white shimmer like a lamp. Not only did it illuminated the inside of the eggshell, it shone on his current weak body.

White…!

Everything was white. Whether it was the inner wall of the eggshell or his body at that moment, everything was completely white.

By the light, Garen lifted his claw and noticed that it was a beast-like claw and there was no sign of humanity at all. The skin of his beast-like claw was covered with tiny scales, reflecting the white light faintly like a mirror. It was unusually beautiful.

“This body seems really weak,” Garen thought. Looking at his Attribute Pane below, there was nothing on display. Who knew when would his attributes restore. However, there was no doubt that his talent and power originated from this world. If he wanted to clear this up, the only chance he had was to be incubated and break out of the eggshell.

Garen tried out his body’s strength and surprisingly, his body’s strength far exceeded what he had imagined.

“Seems like my soul is too strong already, I guess most human bodies aren’t able to accommodate me without modification, and that’s why I’ve entered such a tyrannical creature’s body,” speculated Garen.

As he made various speculations in his mind, a soft and warm liquid suddenly oozed out of the umbilical cord on his stomach. There seemed to be a special unknown Information Stream in the liquid. Just like a trickling creek, the Information Stream poured into his mind along with the liquid, entering the surrounding air of his Soul Rings as if it was engraved, turning into many interesting patterns.

Garen’s immense Soul Energy system quickly rotated, consuming a large supply of Soul Energy. It soon found the language system of the Information Stream and differentiated them properly into his brain’s language region.

Once he was done with all the work, ten minutes had barely passed.

Garen cast a glance toward the meaty object by the side and realized that it was also receiving the Information Stream through the umbilical cord as well. Obviously, it was not all meant for him alone.

“Legend says that certain powerful creatures have an innate inheritance even before they are born, might this be the so-called innate inheritance?” Garen made a wild guess. He believed that his soul was strong enough to a certain extent that the type of body he chose was definitely not any weak types, so it would not be surprising at all if he was to receive innate inheritance.

After the language system passed in by the umbilical cord was completed, he began to use it as a tool to view other information.

With a look, he immediately fully understood what kind of being he was.

‘I’m one of The Great Colorful Dragon Clan, I was born to be incomparably noble, being the apex predator at the top of plenty of food chains. We, the dragon race are born honorable, growing into Level Five creatures. We have brutal close fighting abilities and of course, talent and spells of great lethality…’

An unknown voice swayed in the depths of Garen’s heart, repeatedly narrating the various powers, glories, and honors of the dragon race.

The voice kept repeating over and over again until Garen was annoyed, but the mass of meat by the side was enjoying it. Lying there motionless, slight Soul Energy emitted from it showed that it was extremely concentrated at the moment.

“Dragon race?” From the Information he had, Garen quickly read about the specimen he belonged to, White Dragon.

The voice continued steadily, reading out the information accordingly. It barely reached one-third of its contents before Garen finished all the content sent in from the Information Stream.

He also understood his current identity.

A White Dragon!

To be precise, he was a young dragon belonging to the White Dragon Clan.

“Interesting!” This was Garen’s first time reincarnating into a non-human race. The transmitted Information obviously had personal emotional characteristics, it was evident that the previous generation of White Dragons had amended the contents with their own emotions. In the beginning, it was an explanation of the lofty status of the dragons’ superior position. After that, it was just some basic knowledge of common sense. Then, regardless whether the young dragons were able to stand it, huge and complex knowledge of customs, taboos and other information all swarmed inward. It was obvious that the information were all prepared to store within the minds of the young dragons and as they slowly grow up, the information would all open up. This was the normal growth of a young dragon.

But clearly, Garen did not fit into this normal category. With a few glances, he had already finished reading through the information. This Information Stream in comparison to the Black Hole was practically the difference between an ant and the Sun, even filling a tooth gap was not enough.

However, soon enough, the transmission of the Information Stream came to a halt.

The inheritance had ended.

The outside quietened down once again as time passed by slowly and Garen started to feel bored all over again. The inheritance had allowed him to understand what kind of place he was at.

Main Substance Plane.

His inherited memories called this place as such.

The place was very, very huge. It was so vast to the point that even if White Dragons fly at their highest speed, three hundred kilometers per second, for nineteen years, they would still be unable to see the plane’s edge. Plenty of ethnicities stayed here as well, but humans were the largest ethnic group that occupied the land. They were powerful, greedy, and they were like grass that could not be burned out by a prairie fire. Another group appears in a blink of an eye after one group dies and they had innumerable strong people.

Since the disappearance of the dragon race from twenty thousand years ago, they had completely fallen into a state of decline. Although the inherited memories praised the greatness and glories of the dragon race, Garen’s sensitivity could sense the hatred against humans and dwarves, especially humans. They hunted the dragon race using special crafts to keep the bodies, and they even made all kinds of powerful equipment for the dwarves.

They were more disgusting and greedy than the devils from Hell and demons from the abyss.

Those detailed yet boring contents were quickly swept through by Garen, just so he could instill the hatred and loathing of the young dragons toward human beings.

The main concern of Garen was the environment here.

Clearly, the environment of this world was pretty similar to plenty of Western myths he had once seen on Earth.

What shocked him the most was that there was a God here!

Some Gods descended on gospels or miracles and there was a large number of believers who established organizations and built the country. Some Gods blended into daily lives such the God of Poetry, the God of Wealth, the God of Water, the God of Forests etc…. All sorts of Gods who were powerful and promising. Not only they had ordinary high-ranked warriors as their subordinates, but they had demigods who ignited the sacred fire, Holy Spirits that were pure and innocent. Various religions divided ninety percent of the entire Main Substance Plane.

“Gods… The Gods here, what way of existence do they have?” Garen continued to analyze the inherited Information in the eggshell.

There were no firearms here, no powerful weapons like nuclear bombs and guided missiles, at least. That was because gunpowder was extremely unstable! Furthermore, the powerful force here was way beyond a technological world like Earth.

The more powerful ones here were the wizards.

There were two round moons in the sky. One was the Goddess of Wizards, founder of Weave, and also the Goddess of Magic, Mystra. The purple moon represented the core of the Weave, and was not just any ordinary planet.

On the other hand, the other moon was black in color. Only necromancers and believers who held control over dark shadow energy could see it. That was the Black Moon, and it represented another Weave — Shadow Weave. It originated from the Dark Goddess Shar and it was created to fight against Mystra.

These two Weaves were this world, or perhaps, the main transmission system of this plane.

Garen did not quite understand the concept of this plane.

The planets he was familiar with were the galaxy and the nebula. However, there were no specific forms here, and replacing them instead was the plane, various sizes of plans that constantly changed.

A plane was a sphere that resembled a planet that constantly rotates. From the inherited information, this was the only point he could understand. The others were understandings of Hell, the abyss, and the human world.

Among them, the Information had knowledge of the human world and Hell the most.

Part of the reason was perhaps human beings were their biggest enemy, whereas Hell was an evil plane adjacent to the Main Substance Plane. The White Dragon Clan once recruited young dragons to enter Hell to run training sessions for a period of time as hunting creatures of Hell was a sign of adulthood.

But now, everything seemed different…

Garen could see the end of the inherited information.

Decadency was no longer inevitable for the Dragon Clan. Even though they still existed at the top of the food chain, they could simply no longer live alone because once they were left alone, they were highly likely to be attacked by countless, greedy dragon slayers. Their bodies, their treasures, and all their wealth were completely sucked clean by those greedy maggots.

Even when faced with such evil people, some of the Dragon Race even turned and joined them, which was simply unforgivable!!!

The anger in the inherited information was just like a virus, even Garen was almost infected by it as hatred toward humans grew within him. A burst of Soul Energy exploded from his Soul Ring all of a sudden, canceling out the intense negative emotion he felt.

He then continued watching.