Cap's full name: Out of the shadows I will rise as a human?
======POV SMAUG====
I was glad to have found a new lair, I have been wandering around this inhospitable land doing nothing. I have been bored for a long time, I can't find anything that can fill my entertainment, I feel the time to sleep is near.
I have begun to have hallucinations of mice (humans) surrounding me and passing by me as if I were their equal, who would dare to compare Smaug the golden with a human.
I would be called crazy before I would appear to kill him for such stupidity, just thinking about it makes my blood boil, these "prophetic" dreams have been in my mind for some time, could it be that I am entering what humans call "menopause? or whatever?
Gods, who am I kidding, I need something to entertain me right now.
Strange Voice: The dwarves, dwarves rich in gold, gold that you will be able to use, gold that will be yours.
that's right, the dwarves, they will surely entertain me y.... GOLD!!!?
===== END OF POV====
Flapping his wings, Smaug flies as fast as his great weight allows, exercising his wings in the process, without realizing it, with the friction and the force exerted by his muscles, he creates heat; thus increasing it exponentially, making his low flight like a meteorite, setting everything under him on fire, killing many animals equally, without discrimination.
Killing many animals alike, without discrimination, minutes of travel to find Erebor, cradle of the dwarves of Middle-earth, nearby, a city at the pass of the mountain.
Smaug felt an unparalleled shiver run through his entire being, a voice unusually whispered in his highly developed ear: "Gold, unparalleled rivers of it, jewels, death, all that such a magnificent being needs, Smaug the Golden".
Eventually he would ignore that voice, as the dragon's disease, known among his kind as the main killer of his race, beyond the ancestor of the dwarves, this virus came within his basic instincts, that despite Smaug being abandoned by his father just being born as it is customary for dragons, he knew a little of his kind, more details like mating, since he is aware of being the last of his kind, he personally took care to ensure that.
The disease, confused his instincts making him feel a serious contempt, anger and revenge against all the people who were among and the treasure he could smell under the mountain, it is easier to kill than dig a well to get directly to the chamber of the dwarves.
Smaug: ¡¡¡ROOOOOAAAARGGHHHH!!
Showy and welcoming, typical of humans, trying to fight against what will naturally and inevitably come for them, death.
As a very wise dwarf once said during the time of yore: "Death is always served on a hot plate", easily that dwarf was right, the wrath of a dragon is to be feared, but that it feels revenge, is a totally different story, here no one will come out alive.
Smaug snorted with boredom, waiting for a better human resistance, he took his time calculating between leaving some alive, killing the rest, making sure to enjoy every second, licking his claws full of blood and organs of humans that fell before his powerful grip, the city at the passage of the mountain was decimated in a time of a few hours, that for Smaug were very funny minutes.
Flying over what is left of the city, he gives a last glance to the survivors that without looking back are penetrated by the gaze of Smaug, who in spite of it maintain the same pace, earning the "forgiveness" of the dragon for learning his position at that moment, or perhaps he was too lazy to go to kill them, instead his goal was another, Erebor.
Crossing the inhospitable landscape that lay between the city and his destination, he encountered dwarven resistance, this displeased the dragon, but would it be just as much fun?
Maintaining a certain strength he began to crack the wall, waiting for the screams or some rumors to enjoy those sounds he wanted so much from the dwarves, he got nothing, are they so stubborn that they refuse.
Inside the dragon's head, I got some reason inside the dragon's sickness, of course, he would not refuse, he really wanted with his soul to swim in gold, back is voice came back.
Strange Voice: Is that what you want, gold, where will you go, gold flows like a river, everything is always flowing, get ready, soon you will be inside, I am obliged to ask, do you want to be part of it?
Smaug: I want it all!!!, every last drop of it.
Strange Voice: So be it, you've signed, now wait for your wish to be fulfilled...
Preparing his thighs brimming with strength, wings like hurricanes, jaws like knives and claws with the ability to even tear obsidian as if it were paper, he charged against the wall in front, that wall that divided his longing, the despair of the dwarves, did not wait, he did not take the time in hesitation starting the massacre in the forward direction, he did not know the corridors of Erebor, but with his scent, sight and other senses, gave him a more general view of what was around him.
An unconscious Thorin was nearby in his quest, unaware that he was being chased, he followed the scent and instincts of the dragon's sickness in search of the dwarven treasure.
It was well known that the dwarves knew much of such materials, although the difference, the dragon could smell it, not only gold, objects of great monetary value, sentimental and could even see the worth of a person, although the latter was exclusive of "Pure Dragons", that sub-race that Smaug eliminated with relative ease during several territorial battles.
Breaking everything with his great strength and above all with his body, despite being highly reinforced with scales that no weapon in all the middle earth could go through and many could break, they were very sensitive to the touch, which constantly caused the dragon discomfort by feeling many blows, similar to if you were being tickled but giving a sensation to the mouth of being in inhospitable and dry desert, something difficult to describe descriptively or even in human words.
Arriving at his tempting destination, he found a room, naturally his senses told him to go through what seemed to be the market where many people were waiting fearfully, inside that room a flash caught his attention.
Upon entering the room, he found a corridor with several statues of dwarves with different features between and a throne at the end of it all with two other even larger statues.
On the throne he looked at a stone on top of the headboard, could this be the voice that calls him so much, he carefully approached the stone out of curiosity and admiration, when he turned to see a dwarf riding a goat?
Wanting to make the dwarf suffer for his reaction to see her near the Stone, he destroyed the throne by dropping the stone, only that instinct screamed like crazy to jump, no matter what, he had never failed, so he jumped, giving unconsciously and destroying the two statues in the process, smelling the odor of fear that emanated from the dwarf.
He fell many, many, many stories down, it came to a point where he doubted how much his sense of smell had become acute enough to perceive that odor inside this mountain.
Until he fell....
The dragon's sight and mind were broken at that moment, for the first time in his life he had a need, he began to feel that his whole giant body felt dirty, he needed to bathe.
He even began to disgust himself, ending the euphoric event he took the initiative to clean himself, diving into the gold to satiate this pleasure, making sure to thoroughly cover every part of his powerful body, delicately touching his wings in a feeling of pure stasis, he never thought that neither the most ancient carnal pleasure would give him such pleasure, nor his titanic had satisfied him at this point, he could only enjoy the moment as if it were the last of his long and immortal life.
the typical splashing was replaced by snorting, metal clashing with metal, and a dragon fencing in stasis for having so much gold, that not even eyes could see the end of it, this is the equivalent of the loot of a thousand worlds ordered by pirates and plundered for eons gathered in one place, the world of treasure.
Slowly calming down, he smelled the odor of dwarves, either the ones he had devoured at the entrance or the blood that was dripping grotesquely from his mouth, he turned to see the dwarves retreat, with a face of satisfaction he slammed the door shut, sealing him and a few more dwarves.
This was his moment, but the dwarf smell was unbearable, so he went deeper into the great cavern to continue, like a dog curling up in the ground, only this one is 50 meters high and supposedly 112 feet long (it's a snake-like body).
Continuing with the earthquake, Smaug placidly enjoyed his new home, which was being abandoned by the remaining dwarves, now he felt full, so much so that he had the need to sleep, care, protect, having obtained what he longed for, there was only one thing left to do, to be one with his new treasure.
Diving even deeper into the largest pile of coins he could find, he began to wallow happily, preparing himself for what would be a long and pleasant sleep, how long he would sleep, it is not known for sure, being a dragon, the mere fact of taking a drop of water belonging to a strangely named plant and feeding himself with the energy of the universe.
Again, like a child tucking himself in before going to sleep, he spread his wings and began to bury himself in the gold, once he was completely covered, before closing the part of his head, he took a last look, memorizing each object and each coin down to the smallest characteristic to be aware of all his treasure.
He fell placidly into the arms of Morpheus, and as he was about to drop the last pile of coins, he fell into the arms of Morpheus, reconciling himself to his new home.
=======System Message =====
The "Administrator", has requested your presence..... awaiting confirmation ...
confirming given by the adjacent on the day (29/13/2990 2nd) during the dawn....
connecting to the transfer database.... hold.....
Completed!
User: Smaug /// World: Middle Earth /// Case code: #A113
Initiating Body Transfer.... forwarding body to:
{"Ubication":World.pcs; Destiny==/Null/}
User: Kuro /// World: Earth (universe without magic) /// Dead code: #EndLess
Transfer completed, good luck in your new life, Mr. and Mrs. "Smaug".
=======End of System Message =====
near the capital, not far away is a town called "San Jose", the largest city is known as "Iliada", capital of a paisa of the new continent, also known as latam, we can observe a child with several syringes in its vicinity in an alley where people could not see beyond the mesh that separated the road.
The syringes contain a greenish liquid, the boy is dressed in rags typical of those who scavenge, beg or smoke in any case.
a figure is running in the opposite direction to the boy, as if instead of seeking to harm him, he is running away... but from what?.....
the child begins to react, possibly to whatever it is that was injected into him, or is it?
====POV NIÑO=====
¿¿¿¿qu3 m13rd4 3st07 h4c13nd0 4qu1????, l0 ult1m0 qu3 r3cu3rd0 3s h4b3r 3st4d0 3n m1 r3c13nc0nqu1st4d4 m0nt4ñ4.
i feel weird, i don't feel m1s 4rt1cul4c10n3s n0rm4l3s, s1 n0 3n sul4r looks like i have arms, my neck got shorter, i lost size, why is that bigger than me (*looks towards a garbage cart //I don't remember what it's called :v//), my senses, they are not so strong anymore, basically i have the feeling i lost everything that made me a man...could it be what!?.
(*looks under a rag and his titan, he was locked in tartarus to be tortured and returned smaller*).
BUT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY TITAN AND MY BODY!!!!
trying to get up in a bipedal way, he loses his balance and opts for his common form, a quadruped, only now it is more uncomfortable, besides he almost steps on a strange sword with some liquid inside, he takes the object to examine it, it didn't seem dangerous until he touches it a little, for the first time he felt a prick of pain.
Unlike his previous body that could not feel pain because of the hardness it had, now this was not the case, indeed the sensation that came as passive pulses, but this continuous and it hurts just to see it.
horrified, I understood that I had to avoid the objects in the form of sword (worth the redundancy) that unlike the hammer and arrows of crossbows, if they can hurt me, I sit in a corner, analyzing the situation, trying to "understand" that m13rd4 is happening here and now.
being formerly what in this world only appears in novels, a dragon, he had the mentality of an old man and the patience of a sage, only his temperament was that of a child and of a war-traumatized warrior mad to kill.
====System message====
"Administrator" sends you the following message: Thank you for volunteering to expand your frontiers, on 29/13/2990 of the second era (time in your world), you were invited to participate in an exchange, to give your body in exchange for a place (world) where gold and valuables flow like water, due to your interest and enthusiasm.
We have made sure to get you into a world full of riches, where gold (money) flows continuously, welcome to the world of drug trafficking!
Before we continue, please clarify: you are the son of a powerful narco, who actually died as soon as you arrived in this world, an ex-chapo of your father tried to assassinate you, but fled for no reason, leaving you alone, you have no family and no money.
Your objective: to recover your status as a narco, until then, if you die naturally or even by alternative causes (murder), you will never return to your world and your soul will be eliminated, otherwise, you will be given the opportunity to stay or return to what you know as "Middle Earth" or "Andhar" as they know in your land.
to finish and leave, I will only give you and add information to your human brain of all the weapons that currently exist and as more come out, you will automatically also know their function. that's all, no more to say, goodbye.
<3 Atte: The administrator
Smaug: ¡¡¡¡ BUT WHAT THE FUCK HELL HAPPENED!!!!