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Under the azure sky, the sun cast its warm radiance upon the shimmering sea. Waves gently lapped the shore, creating a pleasant, murmuring sound.
In the boundless expanse of this ocean lay a deserted island, cloaked in verdant foliage. Lush trees swayed softly in the gentle breeze.
Upon a cliffside of this very island, two colossal dragons rested at their leisure.
One, a black dragon, whose scales shimmered with a profound luster under the sunlight, exuded an aura both mysterious and ancient.
The other, a white dragon, appeared far more elegant, her scales as pure and flawless as fresh snow.
Beside them sat two enormous glass bowls, perfectly proportioned to their immense size. Both bowls were filled with shaved ice, generously drizzled with blue syrup.
Opening her fangs wide, the imposing black dragon took a massive mouthful of shaved ice. As the cool sweetness alleviated much of her inner heat, she spoke in a low, resonant voice, “Finally, the first day approaches. Two centuries of arduous training and meticulous preparation, all for this singular dawn!”
“Yes, yes, I think so too,” the white dragon mumbled, still devouring her shaved ice.
With renewed vigor, the black dragon declared, “What other dragons deem impossible, I may yet achieve. My actions are not without purpose; they are driven by a singular goal. The history of the Dragon Race shall be rewritten through me!”
“Yes, yes, I think so too,” the white dragon continued to feast on her shaved ice.
The black dragon suddenly rose to her feet. Her towering silhouette commanded attention even on this vast island, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.
She roared, “Many have mocked me, ridiculed me, deeming my aspirations irrational. But to me, they are merely cowards, resigned to fate, dragons dulled by apathy. As for me, my destiny is my own, not ordained by the gods!”
“Yes, yes… Ow!”
Just as the White Dragon was about to repeat her refrain, a sudden claw strike to her head nearly dislodged her eyeballs.
The black dragon, Theresia, glared at her, hands (or rather, claws) clenched, and demanded, “Has your long dragon life taught you only these few words?”
The white dragon whimpered pitifully, “Wuwu, I’m only 192 years old; I’m still a baby dragon! Besides, Theresia, you’ve been telling me all these things for nearly a decade now.”
“It’s been a full ten years! Anyway, I just don’t understand why you’re so against it. It’s just the Rutting Period, you’re making it sound like a grand battle with a dragon-slaying hero.”
“While it’s true that the forced trigger is very un-dragonlike, the dates are fixed, and it affects both males and females. Can’t you just find someone you find pleasing? Haven’t you already raised one? Why go to all this trouble?”
Theresia, the black dragon, let out a heavy sigh. ‘Nonsense,’ she thought, ‘your walnut-sized dragon brain could never fathom that before I was reborn as a dragon, I was a man!’
Two mere centuries of dragon life were utterly insufficient to melt away the iron-hard ‘man-soul’ deeply embedded within her.
‘Forget it,’ she mused. ‘This ‘good friend’ will probably only know how to eat, eat, and eat until her numb dragon life ends.’
‘Oh, and when the Rutting Period arrives, she’ll also think about having baby dragons. Superficial! Empty!’
‘I should focus on the contingency plan I’ve cultivated for three years instead!’
Theresia flapped her wings, creating a powerful gust of wind below. The white dragon, startled, immediately clutched both giant shaved ice cups to her chest, protecting her delicious treat from harm.
Watching Theresia fly into the distance, the white dragon called out, “Theresia, if you’re not going to eat yours, I will!”
However, Theresia did not respond. The white dragon, grinning contentedly, looked at the two enormous shaved ice cups in her arms and murmured, “No reply means yes, hehe.”
****
As a transmigrator, Theresia felt no aversion whatsoever to her species change. This was, after all, a mighty, savage, and terrifying black dragon.
There were limits to being human.
Black dragons possessed immense power, boundless lifespan, and untold wealth. Life was short; it was time to transform and ascend!
Yet, even for such a perfect creature, with such a magnificent beginning and a glorious dragon life ahead, there were two small flaws.
One was a slight issue with her gender upon reincarnation.
However, as a proud single individual, the problem of transitioning from male to female, though it vexed Theresia for a time, was quickly cast aside as she embraced her joyous dragon life—until she discovered the second flaw.
The Dragon Race’s Rutting Period.
Unlike the normal rutting periods of other creatures, the Dragon Race’s Rutting Period had been tampered with by the gods.
The ancient Dragon God had grown deeply displeased with dragons constantly fighting, idling, or indulging in revelry, showing no willingness to contribute to the proliferation of their species.
Compounded by their long lives and immense power, dragons often roamed freely, coupled with their extremely low birth rate, led to a continuous decline in their population.
Facing imminent extinction, the Dragon God, leveraging their status as the deity of dragons, cast a curse upon their own kin.
Upon reaching their two-hundred-year maturity, dragons would experience a Rutting Period, which could only be resolved through union with the opposite s*x. This period would last for three days.
Innumerable dragon ancestors, staunch proponents of celibacy, had fought against this despicable curse, refusing to enter the ‘grave of marriage.’ They had shed blood and sacrificed their lives, passing this noble ambition down to Theresia, the sole remaining descendant of the Black Dragon clan.
Although Theresia was the last of her kind, once she resolved to uphold this legacy, trivial matters like racial continuation no longer concerned her.
Soaring through the azure sky, Theresia felt despair for her best friend, who had willingly succumbed to gluttony and abandoned the fight against the Rutting Period.
She had once believed they would be allies on the same front, but now she realized how naive she had been.
Was she truly the only dragon to embark on this path of defiance?
‘Damn this Rutting Period curse!!!’
‘Damn the Dragon God. Wasn’t it just a dragon population crisis?!’
‘Was it truly necessary to inflict a periodic Rutting Period curse on every single dragon for the sake of the race’s continuation?!’
‘Heh, to think I would succumb to fate like those dragons who have long since surrendered and grown numb—that would be a grave mistake!’
Within her beat the indomitable soul of a transmigrator!
She carried the will of countless celibate dragon ancestors!
She held the dignity she possessed in her past life as a man.
‘Let me show you the perseverance of a transmigrator!’
The Rutting Period would arrive in three days. By then, she would surely win… right?
She would probably win.
Perhaps.
While she desperately wanted to endure it through sheer willpower, if she failed… she still had a contingency plan!
‘There’s no other way. I can’t just lose my entire dragon life over a mere membrane, can I?’
This was absolutely not Theresia chickening out.
It was simply that the current dragons had adopted a ‘whatever’ attitude toward the Rutting Period. Dragons like her, who upheld such a noble will, were exceedingly rare.
Defeating a god was no simple feat; it required a long dragon life dedicated to research. During this time, losing some things was inevitable.
As long as she didn’t step into the grave of marriage, she would never truly lose!
Theresia reassured herself, her majestic dragon eyes fixed on the distant beach.
Before long, she spotted her contingency.
‘Excellent. He’s exceptionally energetic today as well.’
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