We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

After all, they even ate the mud.

Do you still care about this?

Start showing off!

The cold, hard clods of earth and rocks crunched unpleasantly between his teeth. Akalion felt as if he were gnawing on a piece of hard bread that had been sitting for a long time, completely dehydrated, with a lingering, nauseating stench, like the smell of some kind of rotting plant.

This taste is not as powerful as the previous black sludge, but it's still better than the eggshell!

Once I've eaten dirt enough to gain the ability to breathe dragon's breath, I'll go hunt down those fresh and delicious wild beasts!

Just thinking about it made Akalion's mouth water and his appetite surge.

Looking at the frozen ground in front of him, he steeled his resolve and, as if devouring the heavens and the earth, began to gnaw at the cold frozen soil in large mouthfuls.

The further down you go, the milder the moldy smell becomes, and the faster Akalion eats it.

After swallowing soil roughly ten times his own volume, a powerful drowsiness surged up like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming Akalion's consciousness, his eyelids feeling as heavy as lead.

Before falling into a deep sleep, he instinctively and laboriously moved his body to destroy all the frozen soil tunnels he had just gnawed out, leaving only a few ventilation ducts to form a relatively sealed temporary nest. Akalion then adjusted to a comfortable position and began to sleep.

As for how to leave this temporary nest after waking up, Akalion vaguely thought in the last sliver of consciousness: just keep eating.

His heavy breathing gradually became even and deep, and his massive body relaxed, falling into a deep slumber. All that remained around him was the cold frozen earth and his body covered in hard scales, which inspired awe in the darkness.

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The boundless darkness, like thick ink, completely swallowed Akalion. It was long and sticky, as if he were in an eternally silent sea of ​​darkness, without a trace of light or sound, only a suffocating sense of oppression tightly enveloping him.

He didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps just a moment, or perhaps an eternity—before Akalion slowly opened his heavy eyelids. What greeted his eyes was a completely different scene: no longer the cold, hard frozen earth, but a pitch-black void and two beautiful girls exuding distinct auras.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 3. Dreams and 'Me' (Part 2)

Both girls had bright blonde hair.

The differences between them are:

The girl on the left had her brilliant blonde hair meticulously trimmed into a neat short style, with two slightly longer sideburns left on either side of her face, swaying gently with her movements. Her eyes, which were like melted gold, were now filled with a cynical and playful tone, giving her an aura of 'disgust'.

The girl on the right also had brilliant blonde hair, but it was tied up at the back of her head to form a high bun. A stubborn tuft of hair stuck up high in the center of her head like a knight's banner, swaying slowly from side to side. Her clear green eyes, like emeralds, seemed to flow with vitality, making her look full of energy.

As for the rest—please feel free to use your imagination; it would be harmonious if written down.

"You're finally awake! The surgery was a success, and you're a lovely girl now!" The blonde, golden-eyed girl with a hint of smugness spoke first, her tone light and teasing as she looked at the still somewhat dazed Akalion with interest.

"Hmm? Isn't this a bit inappropriate, Ying?" The blonde, green-eyed, and energetic girl frowned slightly, seemingly feeling that her companion's joke had gone a bit too far.

"Artoria, this is my proof. No matter which 'Blue Heir' it is, everyone who enters must hear this." The girl named Ying revealed a strange, almost sinister smile, her mouth stretching almost to her ears. "Anyway, 'Blue Heirs' all become girls after transmigrating! Even if this guy is a dragon, it's the same!"

“But I’m a man!” Akalion finally snapped out of his daze. His deep voice, tinged with disbelief and astonishment, instinctively retorted, his mind still pondering Ying’s words.

"How is this possible?!" Upon hearing this, Ying's face showed an exaggerated expression of disbelief. She widened her golden eyes and carefully examined Akalion's lower abdomen.

"What?!" Artoria, standing beside her, also looked shocked, her emerald eyes filled with confusion. Her intuition told her that what the 'I' who had transmigrated into a dragon was saying was true, but...

After staring at the scales for a while, Ying couldn't find any particular clues. She simply reached out her hand, as if trying to confirm some conjecture.

"Behave yourself! Let me see! Don't move!"

"Wait, wait a minute! You don't need to confirm that!" Akalion sensed the other person's ill intentions as they approached, and a sense of vigilance rose within him, but he couldn't muster any real hostility. It was as if the person in front of him was another version of himself. Could it be that what she said was true?

Is this simultaneous time travel? Ninety-nine streams? But why isn't there memory sharing? Akalion used its forepaws to control Lumin's restless hands, saying:

"Be honest with me! I can't be wrong about whether it's real or not!"

"Eh~" No, these claws are too big! Finding that she couldn't break free from the powerful force, Ying gave a pitiful smile and said softly, "Actually, I can understand. It's hard to accept the fact that you've been gender-swapped after transmigrating."

She paused, her tone suddenly softening slightly: "But people, in the end, have to accept reality. Everyone here is 'Lan Si'."

“I transmigrated into the game protagonist ‘Luminous’ from Genshin Impact, and I’m still barely surviving under the seal of the Ruler of Justice. And she—” Luminous glanced to her side, “she transmigrated into the world of Type-Moon as Artoria Pendragon, and she’s still the adopted son of the Hector family, and it will be two or three years before she pulls the sword from the stone.”

"And you? What kind of dragon did you transmigrate into? What is your true name?"

“But I’m not human, I’m a dragon, I’m male! Male!” Akalion emphasized again, his deep voice tinged with helplessness and determination. His dragon neck, covered in dark gray scales, drooped slightly, and his dull gray vertical pupils contracted gently. “I don’t know exactly what kind of dragon I am. My dragon lineage is incomplete. My true name is: Akalion Weir—ah!”

Before he could finish speaking, Artoria launched a surprise attack, prying a piece off from between the scales, and then... the feeling was indescribable, somewhat comfortable, but mostly shameful.

"Hey sis, what are you doing?!" He suddenly raised his thick tail and shoved Artoria to the ground.

"How is this possible?!" Artoria lay motionless on the ground, her voice rising a notch. Her signature ahoge (cowlick) drooped limply like a flower that had lost its moisture. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and shock.

"There really are some! And two of them!"

"Huh?" Ying also uttered a slightly delayed monosyllable. She quickly took advantage of Akalion's attention still being on Artoria and rushed over to confirm.

"There really are two!" Her golden eyes widened, her small face filled with surprise and bewilderment.

"Why! Why is God treating me like this?!" Ying, who had just seemed gentle and understanding, suddenly covered her face and let out a cry of despair. However, her cries were mixed with bursts of suppressed, chilling laughter: "Waaaaahh ...

"What's wrong with her?" Akali looked at the eccentric Ying, who was crying and laughing as if she had gone mad. His dragon claws, covered with fine scales, were itching to move, with a hint of eagerness in them. "Should I slap her and cure her?"

“Let her vent for a while, that'll be fine.” Artoria quickly stopped Akalion, her expression serious and her tone firm. “She’s still trapped in the seal of the Ruler of Heaven. If she leaves here, she’ll be locked in a dark room. Besides coming here to talk to me, she has no other activities, so her mental state is very unstable!”

"I am not as strong as I thought."

"Oh, I understand." Akalion nodded slightly at the massive dragon head, then withdrew his sharp claws with a hint of regret. Actually, he was just saying it casually; at most... he'd sneakily lick her with his barbed tongue when she wasn't looking, just to bring this scoundrel to his senses.

The lewd thought flashed through Akalion's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

"How did you know that the other party was also a 'Blue Heir'?"

Akalion, with his keen eyes and ears, knew that apart from the strange orb of light above, the two girls in front of him, and his own dragon, there was nothing else in this strange, dark space.

He lay lazily on the ground, propping his chin up with one forepaw, his tail slapping the ground idly. He glanced sideways at Artoria, a look of confusion in his eyes, and said:

“Even after we touch it, our memories won’t connect.”

"My, my XP has been going on all the way... and, and my belly has been swelling..." Artoria's cheeks flushed red instantly, her emerald eyes flashing with embarrassment. As she stammered out these words, even the iconic ahoge on her head trembled slightly with nervousness.

"And, and—"

"Alright, alright, stop talking! I know, you're definitely 'me' too!" Akalion sprang up as if electrocuted, his hard scales rustling, the entire dragon going into alert mode like a cat with its fur standing on end. He hurriedly covered Artoria's mouth with his claws, which was about to reveal even more shameful secrets—it was practically the same as parading naked through the streets with his browsing history!

His sense of shame is still human, not that of a dragon—then even a dragon wouldn't be this shameless!

should......

"No no no!"

Artoria nodded vigorously, her face turning so red it could almost boil an egg, and almost the same color everywhere else. Akalion then released its paw with a sigh of relief.

"--call!"

Artoria took a deep breath, and the blush on her cheeks from her self-destruction XP disappeared slowly and quickly, like the setting sun sinking below the horizon.

That chivalrous integrity and fortitude, like newly forged armor, covered her previous wavering. Her gaze returned to its former brightness, as if she were wearing a thick mask, or perhaps the mask was her skin, only now being revealed.

Looking into Akalion's dragon eyes, she brushed the stray hairs from his mouth behind her ear with her fingers and continued, "Even though our 'memories' cannot be shared, whenever a new 'Blue Heir'—a new 'me'—steps into this dark space, that 'resonance' from the very source inevitably emerges. Our 'souls' are like the light of a long-silent lighthouse in the darkness, silently shining a little brighter."

"You can feel it, can't you?"

As she said this, she turned her head slightly and looked at Ying beside her. In her emerald green eyes, it seemed as if tiny specks of stardust were slowly flowing.

“If we use my and Ying’s experience so far as a reference to deduce, the magnitude of this ‘resonance’ is roughly based on the original existence specifications of each individual, and then a conceptual multiplication is performed. Now, with your addition, this unique law should not have changed, but has only jumped from +1 to +2.”

"Aha! That means with your return, the time it will take me to escape from that cage will be greatly reduced!" Ying's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, her golden eyes sparkling with happiness, as if she could already see the dawn of freedom. "Let those guys who uphold the laws of nature wait and see what—three times the power of the Descendants—truly means!"

Her laughter echoed in the air, somehow carrying a hint of bluff.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 4. Artoria and Ying with 'Peace of Mind'

Akalion slightly adjusted his relatively large dragon body in the void, his dark gray scales reflecting non-existent light. His dragon eyes gleamed with contemplation: "In short, it can be understood that for every additional 'Blue Heir' we gain, our aptitude will receive a +1 enhancement?"

“Let me make a correction,” Artoria immediately interjected, her tone serious. “It’s not an equal and synchronized improvement, but rather an independent and non-interfering multiplication based on each individual’s fundamental ‘aptitude.’ The scenery along the path that each ‘I’ embarks on will ultimately be completely different.”

That means that Luminous's power is essentially still the same, unless she can train or cultivate within the seal of the so-called Guardian of Heaven's Law—but that's clearly impossible. Akalion's massive dragon head twitched almost imperceptibly as he pondered this inwardly. However, there was no need to deliberately agitate Luminous's already tense spirit with such a harsh truth at this moment. Hope is always good, even if that hope is as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Hey! Don't just blatantly ignore the existence of the protagonist like this!" Ying complained coquettishly, her voice as soft as a feather, yet carrying a hint of undeniable reproach. Her golden eyes gleamed with a mischievous smirk, and her figure moved like a weightless phantom, or a feline lurking in the night, closing in instantly.

The next moment, her slender, soft arms had already wrapped around Akalion's thick neck covered with hard scales. A strange, warm sensation, transmitted through the cold, hard edges of the scales, carried the unique softness of a young girl, like early summer honey, and an indescribable fragrance.

"Wait—no, don't come so close to me without warning!"

Akalion's massive body stiffened instantly, as if frozen at absolute zero.

A primal throbbing originating from the deepest part of the soul, like a volcano that has been dormant for millions of years suddenly erupting, a beast called instinct is about to conquer the castle called reason, and the clamor of the 'lower house' almost overwhelms the ruling of the 'upper house'.

"Hehe, let's see if you dare to leave me standing aside and whisper secrets with Artoria!" A delicate blush crept onto Ying's cheeks, like cherry blossoms blooming after the rain, tender and dewy.

But Ying's arms, which were wrapped around Akalion's cold dragon neck, showed no sign of loosening; instead, they tightened even more.

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of provocation in her voice, her warm breath brushing against Akalion's chin like a feather. She exhaled, her breath sweet as orchids, "Artoria will soon be 'offline,' and from now on, until 'I'—that is, you—enter the dream again, this void where only we exist will be our own world, okay? We need to 'get along well,' you agree, 'the other me'?"

Her voice was like poison laced with honey, sweet yet dangerous.

"Currently, I can only briefly reach this place in the thin gap where reality and 'dreams' erode each other—that is, when Merlin was teaching me."

Artoria's gaze was somewhat unfocused, seemingly fixed on some distant place beyond this void, her ahoge (cowlick) swaying from side to side. She wasn't unaware of the slightly ambiguous situation before her, but twelve years of girlish reserve and chivalrous principles made her feel extremely embarrassed.

Although they are both 'Lan Si' and 'the same person', everything they have experienced has already left indelible marks of difference on their souls.

"Anyway, we're all 'me,' so what does it matter?" Ying's voice carried a strange, alluring quality, like the ancient serpent from the Garden of Eden, whispering sweetly in Akalion's ear, "Since we're essentially 'me,' what does 'I' want to do to 'the other me'...?"

She slightly extended her pink tongue, making an almost seductive, suggestive gesture as she gently licked her dry lips. Her golden eyes, at that moment, gleamed with undisguised amusement and a deep, almost hungry anticipation—"—why not just ask 'me,' this restless heart pounding in my chest, what exactly does it yearn for?"

Every word she uttered was like an invisible feather, scratching at Akalion's taut nerves.

"Hey! I'm right now..."

Akalion's heart, at this moment, betrayed him, pounding faster like an out-of-control drumbeat. An emotion called 'heart flutter' was actually lust rising within him, like a small pebble thrown into a calm lake, yet it rippled outwards, disturbing the defenses he thought were strong.

However, since he had only been a dragon for less than half a day, his human ethical and moral concepts, which had not yet completely faded away, still bound him. Like countless invisible chains, they formed an invisible and indestructible barrier, allowing his upper house to temporarily take the lead.

But as a true dragon, his instincts were still fiercely battling with reason in his mind, and he probably couldn't hold on much longer. Thinking of this, Akalion shouted:

"I'm a 'dragon' now! There's no way I can get in!"

"I have to leave!"

Ying's unrestrained teasing words and Akalion's straightforward response instantly stirred up a violent reaction in Artoria's heart, like an ice cube thrown into a boiling oil pot, causing her shy emotions to explode all at once!

She practically fled, her figure transforming into specks of starlight, vanishing instantly from this restless and shameless space.

"..."

"..."

Artoria's sudden departure seemed to remove a subtle wedge that maintained the balance of the atmosphere in this void.

The already dark and deep void became even more unfathomable and deathly silent in an instant.

Only the true dragon, who had just emerged from its shell and was somewhat confused about the current situation, and the descendant, who was imprisoned in an invisible cage and whose soul was slowly being alienated in solitude, remained. The atmosphere between them suddenly became strange.

An indescribable, almost frozen silence filled the air, along with a faint, peculiar fragrance emanating from the young girl's body.

“How about we be a little more rational?” Akalion broke the awkward silence first. His massive dragon head, covered in hard scales, lowered slightly, his complex gaze sweeping over Luminous’s body, which appeared exceptionally petite and delicate from a dragon’s perspective—the size difference between Luminous and him at this moment was as vast as the difference between Paimon and Luminous.

Based on the size of Luminous, Akalion is about three meters tall in this dark space, about nine meters long without his tail, and twelve meters long with his tail. His wingspan is nearly twenty meters. Even without a reference point, Akalion can sense that he is larger here than he is outside, and he wasn't this size at first.

For a newly hatched dragon—even for the red dragon, the leader of the five-colored dragons—this is undoubtedly a serious oversize. Red dragons that have just entered their youth are usually this size.

The House of Representatives is even less of a possibility; forcing it to continue would likely only cause irreparable physical damage.

Dragon Sword and the like, although they are also 'Lan Si's' XP, reality is not eroge after all, and he is not a beast who thinks in the 'lower house'.

How could a noble true dragon (except perhaps a white dragon) not even be able to control this? However, it is indeed difficult to control a young dragon. Akalion is currently struggling to keep up.

If this weren't 'another me,' Akalion would have given up long ago... But maybe not.

"—Huh?" Ying tilted her small head in surprise, as if she had heard the most unbelievable thing in the universe. Her golden eyes, which had been sparkling with longing and expectation, were now filled with pure and undisguised incomprehension and astonishment. "'Am I' that 'pure'? Or rather, what kind of nonsense are you worrying about? Isn't this just 'masturbation'?!"

“You and I, we are both ‘Blue Heirs’! In this vast world, there is no connection more ‘intimate’ or more ‘essential’ than that between you and me!”

"Because we are all fragments of the 'same existence'! Even Kong—my brother, that family member who is so important to me—is far less important than you on 'this level,' in terms of soul resonance and essence! Do you understand?!"

Her tone suddenly became intense, with an almost desperate, reckless persistence and madness, as if she wanted to pour out all her grievances and anxieties.

"Why, why, why did you reject 'me'?!"

“It is precisely because I understand the ‘heavy’ and ‘unique’ nature of this connection more clearly than anyone else that I cherish your existence even more from the bottom of my heart.” Akalion’s voice became unusually low at this moment, carrying a deep gentleness that was completely inconsistent with his ferocious dragon appearance: “I absolutely do not want to see you get hurt because of ‘me’. What ‘me’ needs now is companionship, not empty venting.”