'It hurts...'
'My head is groggy... Did I really drink too much?'
'Damn it, if I had known, I wouldn't have stayed up drinking so much with them.'
'Where am I?'
'My eyelids are so heavy, I can't lift them... like they're filled with lead...'
Her consciousness began to gradually return, but soon, a rush of unfamiliar memories flooded her mind, and the massive torrent of memories caused her already unstable consciousness to sink into darkness once more.
After an unknown amount of time, a leaf fluttered down onto the white creature's eyelid. Perhaps sensing the change in her surroundings, the pure white creature slowly lifted her eyelids, revealing crystal-blue vertical pupils to the dark night.
"Where... am I? Who... am I?"
The white creature tried to move her body, but a piercing pain shot through her from every limb and bone.
"Hiss—it hurts."
Her crystal-blue pupils quickly scanned her surroundings, finding dense thickets of shrubs and a large amount of rubble.
Suddenly, her pupils constricted as the two sets of memories in her mind continued to clash. She closed her eyes in pain and began to twist her round, white head.
After a long while, the white creature opened her eyes again, and this time, the confusion in her crystal-blue pupils was gone.
"Unfamiliar memories, fantasy creatures, giant dragons, draconic inheritance... I've—transmigrated!"
"Jonavili Frator Amody. That is the name in my head, the true name from my inheritance memory!"
"Wait! This name... and the 'me' in my memories..."
Ignoring the pain in her body, Jonavili turned her dragon head to inspect her own form.
A pure white body lay sideways on the ground with white bat-like wings drooping. One wing lay across her torso in a distorted posture; it was clearly broken.
Her body was covered in white dragon scales, but they had lost their natural beauty, now buried under mud, rocks, blood, and weeds.
Her thick white dragon tail was slightly curled, and one chubby hind leg was stuck between two fallen rocks.
Jonavili tried to exert force, but her body did not obey. Unbearable pain surged through her nerves, forcing a low growl from her throat.
"Howl, howl, howl~"
The recovery ability of a dragon was extremely powerful, even though she was currently only a wyrmling. The downside was that recovery required the support of her own internal energy, and given her current injuries, it would be difficult to heal in a short time.
However, none of that was the most important thing.
"Why am I a female dragon?!"
Her roar was particularly ear-piercing in the dark night, startling many nearby birds into flight.
"This cute figure, these chubby claws and limbs, and my lower body..."
Jonavili looked at her lower abdomen, her expression turning to stone.
"I can't feel it..."
"What do you mean I can't feel it?!"
"I'll accept the reincarnation. Reincarnating for no reason after some drinks, fine. Reincarnating into such a dangerous situation, I won't say a word. But I was a real man in my past life! Why the hell did you turn me into a little female dragon?"
"I used to have an eight-pack, you know? Now I've turned into a round, fleshy belly... This is unacceptable!"
Jonavili instinctively wanted to use her claws to scratch at the ground, but she was stopped by another surge of pain.
"Damn it..."
The round white dragon slumped her head down like a deflated ball, seemingly resigned to her fate.
"Forget it, forget it... Let's just restart like this. I'm tired."
Muttering to herself, Jonavili closed her eyes, ready to give up on the spot.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before those crystal-blue dragon eyes opened again in the darkness. With a slight sigh, a loli-like voice echoed through the empty area.
"Sigh, whatever. If I really kick the bucket, who knows if I'll ever reincarnate again? Besides, even if I'm female, and even if I'm the weakest and dim-witted of the chromatic dragon race, I'm still a descendant of true dragons."
"Even if I could reincarnate, who's to say I'd end up as a top-tier race like this again? If I turned into a maggot, that wouldn't be fun at all."
Jonavili had a strong ability to adapt. After brainwashing herself once, she began to analyze her current situation and potential solutions.
"My whole body is injured to varying degrees. I likely fell from the cliff."
Thinking about her race, Jonavili wasn't surprised at all that a white wyrmling could fall directly off a mountain.
Moreover, although her memories weren't entirely complete, she vaguely remembered that two other wyrmlings had set a trap for her. They used her as bait to lure out a rockhide boar. As a result, the original soul of this body had charged straight at the rockhide boar, only to be heavily injured by the collision and sent tumbling down the mountain.
Those two wyrmlings hadn't offered any help during the ordeal, instead watching from the bushes.
"Damn it, I think they were two green wyrmlings, right? I'll remember you."
After leaving behind those harsh words, Jonavili began to carefully observe her surroundings.
"The priority now is to escape this predicament. I need food to recover from these injuries, but this place doesn't look like it has any food at all."
After a bit of thought, Jonavili decided to check what skills she had to see if any would be useful.
Her crystal-blue dragon eyes slowly closed as her consciousness began to carefully sense the innate talents within her body.
Unfamiliar draconic words surfaced in her mind.
[Physical Talent Augmentation: You possess an extremely powerful physical talent. Consuming large amounts of food and minerals can continuously strengthen your body and scales.]
[Ice Sovereign: You are a natural-born frost monarch. Any ice-elemental creature, sprite, or elemental will be unable to resist submitting beneath your broad dragon wings and will treat you with a friendly attitude.]
[Frost Blessing: Your use of ice-elemental abilities (including magic, magic patterns, etc.) receives a 20% frost augmentation (improvable). Perhaps cultivation of frost to its extreme can also be powerful?]
[Ice Element Affinity: You possess an extremely high ice-element talent. Ice elements will be extremely close to you, responding eagerly to your use, and the mana cost of your ice-elemental abilities is reduced by 30%.]
[Frost Breath: As a dragon, your breath is your innate powerful attack method. It requires no technique; enjoy the thrill brought by this absolute power.]
[Magic Tide: Your mana capacity will expand over time and through factors such as consuming mana cores and mana crystals. Furthermore, your mana capacity is naturally larger than that of other creatures, and the power of your magic will increase according to the amount of mana output.]
After sensing her abilities, Jonavili proceeded to check other aspects of herself.
Race: Dragon (white dragon and silver dragon hybrid).
Age: Wyrmling (two months).
Rank: Bronze 8th Circle.
Body Length: 3.6 meters.
Height: 2.1 meters.
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