The night was perfect. The glow of the monitor bathed the messy room in blue light, the hum of the PC like a comforting lullaby. On-screen, victory after victory flashed before his eyes.
"One more win, and I'll break that record!"
He grinned, fingers dancing across the keyboard, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the screen. His username, "DragonGodX," shone at the top of the leaderboard. Years of dedication, practice, and unhealthy coffee consumption had led to this moment. He was about to become a legend.
Then—darkness.
A sudden wave of dizziness hit him like a truck. His vision blurred, his body felt weightless, and before he could even react—
THUD.
He landed face-first into something soft. Not a gaming chair. Not a bed. Something… weirdly warm and feathery?
Slowly, he opened his eyes. Something was wrong.
His room was gone. Instead, he lay in the middle of a dirt road, surrounded by tall grass under a bright blue sky. Birds chirped nearby—but way too close. Uncomfortably close.
Wait. Why was the world so big?
He tried to move, but something felt off. His arms were tiny. His body was way too light. His fingers—wait.
Where were his fingers?!
He looked down… and saw yellow chicken feet.
"…What?"
He turned his head, and a tiny wing flapped awkwardly in response. He blinked. Then again. He tried to scream, but instead of words, what came out was—
"B-BAWK?!"
No. No way. This wasn't real. This was a dream, right?
Then, suddenly—
[Ding!]
A glowing blue screen popped up in front of his eyes.
[Welcome to the Dragon System! You are now a proud host of the legendary draconic bloodline.]
[Current Form: Chicken]
He stared at the screen. Then at his tiny chicken wings.
Then back at the screen.
"…You gotta be clucking kidding me."