"I sense it in you, the spirit of my successor."
I glared at the dragon that said those words.
What did that mean? Was I truly a dragon? But I was a human, even if just a fragment.
So why…
"You were the one chosen by the world to become the next Strongest Dragon God. I am certain of it."
I gulped at the words of the dragon.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I am certain, bitch. Who do you think I am?" the dragon leaned closer yet, it's whiskers almost wrapping around me.
"We just need to cultivate that tongue a little more. I am sure, once you start cursing at anything and everything under the sun, you will be able to become a dragon god—"
"Ok, sorry, not interested."
I stood up and was about to walk off when the dragon rolled up in front of me.
"I am joking! Joking! It was a joke, ok?"
I sighed and leaned back.
All of this was just way too much to process.
