The alarm bell was set to go off just seconds after Nikolai's transport into this world, and he had a lot of questions as one might after a mysterious hag says you'll become a weredragon. Believe me, as the narrator I would. And so, Nikolai's eyelids fluttered, and the first greys and oranges of the new world flickered in all their brilliance and brightness.
The orange of the skies was laced with the white and grey cirrus clouds overlapping a bright red star, which seemed to be the main source of light for this world. The clouds did not obscure much of its strong light, and it cast a permanent dawn-esque glow along the world.
Near him were endless plains of green and yellow grass which stretched to his ankles and occasional reed-like plants which could touch his waist. Speaking of which, his ankles and knees were covered by a pair of thin pants and a pair of wrapped boots. He was provided an undershirt, though it was rather itchy and uncomfortable.
Nikolai finally picked up his feet and began walking slowly towards the horizon. He'd find somewhere to be, somewhere to live. In a land of no trees and no visible food, he'd need to live in a civilization. As he walked, some sort of exclamation mark popped up in the right side of his vision.
Focusing on it, it opened Nikolai's Status Menu.
Name: Nikolai
Race: Weredragon- Human Variant
Cultivation Stage: Not Started
Weapons & Gear: N/A.
Abilities: 25% Fire Resistance, Burn Resistance to 3rd deg., Draconic Resistance
And then, a lot of stats which he couldn't quite understand. Some of them were clear as crystal but others were hidden in eternal mist which he would need to clear away via knowledge. If knowledge was power, he supposed a couple million joules of knowledge would do. Knowledge was a nice, renewable source of energy, just like power. Maybe that was the parallel between them.
Nikolai's trip down to a potential source of civilization continued for another few hours, until he realized that the star was the reason for the sky's color. It would never be blue unless some extraneous circumstance happened. Or some cultivator turned the sky blue. He kept up his pace for another few, and finally began to see plants.
While grass and reeds are plants, it's kind of hard to consider them as such because they don't evoke the same feelings. Rice, carrots, or wheat was for food, flowers for beauty and scent, trees for strength and toughness, bushes for guile. All could produce food but only some were sustenance crops.
And many plants here had a fifth category, their magical properties. They might heal you, harm you, buff you, nerf you, whatever. Now sometimes you didn't know and when in Nikolai's situation, you definitely didn't know. As such, consumption of anything outside of sustenance crops was forbidden as mentioned earlier.
On Earth, sustenance crops encompassed so much besides the age-old potato or wheat and what was edible was simple. Same with all else, you had gains, speed times, and here you just have numbers and text you don't understand in the slightest.
So again he checked his stats, and nothing changed. Walking alone wouldn't provide any stat upgrades, not even to stamina. But then, he finally saw an animal. A small animal, but meat is meat. He approached the creature in a charge and it dashed away from him at top speed.
Following up on his initial dash he kept his feet pounding after the sneaky little git which he needed so desperately. It doesn't matter how many footfalls it got in, Nikolai's were just so much bigger. Until it began to outpace him, in which he felt defeated.
He would not give up, though, and through further inspection, he was a Weredragon. Surely, he could become draconic somehow. Checking the tips menu, he found it.
"Here goes nothing..." He cleared his throat.
"Ancient blood, awaken within,
Bestow the gift of draconic skin.
Ancestral might, come forth through me,
Body transform, my soul be free.
Claws extend, wings unfurl wide,
Dragon unleashed, within me reside.
Command the breath-weapon, take to the sky,
Dragon's fury, now let it fly!"
A large aura of red and blue surrounded him and broke as he became the dragon he wished for. He was built powerfully with four legs, a pair of large and spiny wings, and a scaly complexion. As if he'd been a dragon all his life, he let loose
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"[Typeless Breath Attack!]" He roared. A blast of weak, but pure energy streamed towards the little thing, burning it not from fire but from the heat of friction itself. The little creature then fell over lifeless and he needed to turn back.
"Ancient blood, now rest within,
Bid the draconic form give in.
Ancestral might, recede from me,
Back to myself, my spirit be free.
Claws withdraw, wings now furl,
From head to tail inside my heart shall curl
Conceal the flame, leave the sky,
Turn me back into Nikolai!"