Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

Later the same day:

POV PunkGuy:

The ten players knelt on the black metallic ground, PunkGuy amidst them. He could immediately recognize his friends and even rivals he fought side by side for a time that felt almost like an eternity.

The coldness and fire constantly clashed around them, exploding in small fireworks in the background of the giant boss arena.

'Is this about the rumors? Is the boss going to try and appease us? Explains it to us?' PunkGuy looked at his friends, but to his shock, none of them seemed to even care, except for the elven caster Lili, who was squirming.

'I would expect that pyromaniac not to care, but what about others? Even Drake-kun doesn't look like he cares, and he is a priest. Are we the evil ones?' The rumors were so disgusting and terrifying they made him shudder, even doubting if he chose the right side of the conflict.

However, he wasn't as dumb as to betray his friends and kind just due to rumors without any proof backing them.

Just as he wanted to speak and ask the boss, the familiar voice of the great dragon interrupted his pondering, "You have served me for a long time, loyally and with the utmost care.

"This day, I will give you the task of the greatest importance, one given directly by the dragon god."

Ding!

// New faction mission:

Objective: Kidnap the target from the capital of the Chrysanthemum Empire

Quest items: Race-changing item: Vesuviuse's Divine Blood Unique faction-exclusive armor: The Draconic Inquisitor Knight Armor (Prototype); Special title: [Draconic Inquisitor Knight]

Reward: 3 X Insta Level Up; The title [Draconic Inquisitor Knight] will be upgraded to [High Draconic Inquisitor Knight]

Failure: The Dragon God might get angry

//

All players stirred, just reading the impossible rewards. Even PunkGuy could no longer think about the rumors, pushing them back, 'No, the quest items are much more insane than the rewards. They are simply too great.'

Instead, the rumors of the mystical race-changing items popped into his head.

From the burning brightness of the flaming ball of plasma, ten glittering droplets of shining gold appeared. Each was so bright it outshined even the fiery inferno in the background.

POV ???:

"Destroy the Genesis!"

"Death to the slavers!"

"Death to the four races and their elitism!"

A man stood in the windows, watching the burning flames on the streets, the distant explosions and sounds of shooting constantly reverberating together with the loud chants of the angry mob outside the defensive perimeter of his residence.

"What should we do?" He was the leader, the president of the greatest guild, and now also the leader of his beloved America, which was reborn under the leadership of the top players of their country.

"We have already chosen our side when we supplied them with the weapons."

"They failed..."

"We will improve them. The new generation using both magic and technology will be even more destructive."

At last, he turned to the man behind him, "Is it true? Are we just nothing more than farm animals?"

The blonde man just smiled peacefully, "No, we are humans, and we will win. Sabretooth tigers, mammoths, and more—they were all stronger than us, but in the end, we prevailed and came on top while they went extinct. We will do the same with the four races and the gods."

"So what is the plan?"

"We will wager everything towards the project 13."

POV PunkGuy:

The sparkling golden light extinguished, leaving only ten players standing in the ten massive craters burned into the metal ground by their transformation. The massive crystal wings on their backs slowly moved, and their incredibly long horns sparked with lightning.

Ding!

//

Your race was forcibly changed to the Humanoid False Dragon

All your racial abilities were upgraded

You have unlocked the new racial ability: False Dragon Form (LV 1)

You have unlocked the new racial ability: False Dragon Breath (LV 1)

//

Suddenly, with a flash of light, ten pairs of armor materialized right before them. They were elegant and smooth, large purple gems shining in their chest plate. The black, reddish metal gleamed, polished to the limit, with protectors of purple crystal and golden engraving finishing up their looks.

The black capes of smoke flowed down their backs.

"Wow."

As if waiting just for this, an emerald dragon popped out from beneath the island's edge, its nephrite-like scales, horns, and wings glowing in the greenish light. The dragon was tiny compared to their monstrous master hiding within the flames. Instead, their body looked fast and almost aetherial and immaterial.

Each flap of their wings refreshed their bodies with a new energy.

"Those are the prototype armor. The only sets of armor in this world forged with a combination of draconic magic, reaper magic, demonic magic, and advanced otherworldly technology, enchanted by the draconic and death runes."

'Is this how an excited dragon sounds? It must be her, that tiny elf.' he didn't even know if he should be happy or sad after sensing her aura of nobility, showing him there was still at least one tier of race-changing items.

'Demons, reapers... now that I think about it, those rumors might be real. It looks like they cooperate often.'

However, he just bowed his head, and the rest of his friends and rivals followed. He didn't care about it; even if the rumors were true, he was no longer a human, and he loathed even the thought of betraying or abandoning his kind, making his horns itch with disgust.

POV Vesuvius:

The moment the minions left, only the three beings remained in the divine kingdom. He immediately turned his attention to the emerald dragon, noticing she had evolved from her now glowing scales.

"That armor—how did you manage to get the cooperation of a reaper and a demon?"

"Hehe, it wasn't so hard. The reaper you introduced to me—after we finished the dagger, we both realized we would like to continue our cooperation. As for the demon, did you forget your minion? Your marrow didn't only empower her draconic bloodline, it also empowered her demonic one, and with it came memories."

For some reason, the dragon couldn't help but feel proud of her, seeing the young dragon was growing, making allies, recruiting minions, and evolving.

"What do you want as a reward?" She worked hard, and even though she loved her work, it wouldn't do good to his reputation to not give rewards where needed.

Without any hesitation, she spoke as if she had already expected the question beforehand, "The forest elves. I want them. I will make them my minions. Also, their territories, I want them all."

"Take them, they are yours." As for their consent, Vesuvius didn't care. Even though they are high-quality, they were still mortals, and mortals were born to serve their draconic masters in exchange for their grace and protection. It was the honor of the greatest order.