Became a Dragon kidnapped by Humans

Dragons exist.

That’s an undeniable truth.

If someone were to ask me how I know this…

I’d reply, “Because I’m a dragon, duh!”

Yeah.

I was a dragon.

No idea why. I used to be human, but now? I’m fully living life as a dragon.

How did it happen? Did I die and come back or something?

Beats me.

I only started remembering my human days a few days ago—it makes sense given how long I’ve lived as a dragon.

Considering how ancient my dragon years are, it’s kinda shocking I’m just realizing this now. Like, seriously, WTF moment.

While I was busy beating up T-Rexes and stealing their rotten guts or chasing mammoths’ asses for snacks…

Or taking out my aggression on some random critters messing with my beauty sleep… Man, if I had those human memories, things would’ve been twice as easy!

Thinking about all the years gone by made me kinda sad.

But hey, if I don’t remember much, maybe it wasn’t that important anyway, right?

So, what am I—a totally legit dragon—doing right now?

Tossing and turning.

My bed is uncomfortable AF.

Feels like I’m lying on a bed of nails; there’s no way I can relax.

This is a BIG DEAL. Rest takes up all 24 hours of my daily schedule, ya know.

Why is this happening?

It started a few days ago.

Lately, humans have been slacking off HARD.

Well, not “lately,” more like forever—but I just noticed because I’m SO uncomfortable right now.

As a dragon, time perception gets weird, but let’s face it—the main reason is clear:

The mortal enemy of dragons everywhere…

Chronic fatigue.

Yeah. Even dragons fear chronic fatigue.

Old memories crept back in, making me feel all gloomy again.

There was a time when hunger would wake me up from sleep, forcing me to wander around looking for food while yelling, “WHERE’S THE FOOD?!?”

My instincts screamed every night, “Don’t overwork yourself!” But yeah, didn’t listen.

By now, even I know my body needs YEARS of rest whenever it finally crashes.

But you can’t starve to death, so choices were limited.

Eventually, I became basically a zombie-dragon.

Sad times. That happened.

But that’s all in the past now!

Thanks to… humans!

More specifically, thanks to the rise of human civilization and religion.

Humans worshiped me.

They worshiped the dragon that I am.

When I was mentally and physically drained, these little two-legged creatures felt like a lifeline sent from above.

Unlike other animals where brute force ruled supreme, humans felt different—like actual friends.

Back then, I couldn’t understand why they worshipped a non-human being like me, but now it seems ironic since apparently, I WAS human once.

Weird, huh?

After that, everything went smoothly.

Humans took care of me better than anyone ever could.

Feathered snake god? Lady Dragon of the Eastern Sea Palace? Dragon Deity Extraordinaire? Whatever floats your boat!

People came and went through generations, but one thing stayed constant: their unwavering devotion.

For the first time in eons, the endless hunger inside me began to fade.

Finally, I could relax.

And oh boy, did I crash hard after letting go of all that stress.

But it was fine! The humans took great care of me.

From my perspective, it was perfect: I got to eat and rest without worrying. From theirs? They got to serve a real-live deity!

Occasionally, I’d wake up and grant them a favor or two.

Mutually beneficial relationship? Check.

Perfect symbiosis? Double check.

Recently, I stuffed myself silly and dozed off like usual.

Thought I’d wake up in my peaceful, quiet lake surrounded by nature…

Would’ve been nice, wouldn’t it?

Right?

Instead, I found myself clutching my ears and curling into a ball, groaning pathetically.

Someone once said bad stuff always happens when you least expect it.

Truer words were never spoken.

It was just another ordinary day.

I woke up after my usual nap…

And BAM! Chaos.

My cozy lake? Gone. Replaced by some strange place.

Only humans could pull something like this.

This was hell.

Pure, unrelenting noise bombarding me from every direction. It was deafening.

Shut UP already!

“…Today’s lunch…”

“…HAHAHAHA!…”

“…Closed, closed…”

— BANG BANG BANG!

“…Experiment results…”

“…EEEEEEEEEEK!…”

Human voices, mechanical sounds, crying from those freakishly flexible-face guys…

My head feels like it’s splitting open.

You want me to BE a god? Is THIS how modern humans treat their gods?

Feels like waking up to multiple alarms going off simultaneously after enjoying a peaceful autumn morning under warm blankets.

And that’s not even the worst part. There were countless issues making this situation unbearable.

Noise wasn’t the only problem.

Not even close.

I clutched my ears tighter and focused deep within myself.

Then, growl.

Yep.

Hunger. Back again.

That long-forgotten sensation I hadn’t felt since humanity started worshipping me has returned.

For now, it’s just mild hunger pangs, but left unchecked, it’ll spiral out of control.

This is NOT acceptable.

Ugh.

Do I really have to open my eyes AGAIN?

Guess I have no choice.

With monumental effort, I fought through the chronic fatigue and forced my heavy eyelids open!

And then…

I actually pushed myself up using my arms!

Breathing heavily, I tried to catch my breath.

Man…

This is exhausting.

Just lifting my head feels like moving a thousand-ton weight.

Even during my human days, after pulling three all-nighters and sleeping for only three hours, I didn’t feel THIS bad.

Wait.

Why does this random memory pop up when I can’t even recall my own name from back then?

This is ridiculous.

Shaking my head internally, I dismissed the thought. Doesn’t matter.

Despite feeling like crap, I kept calm outwardly.

Movement = too tiring.

Turning my head slowly to survey the area, I heard several cracks from my stiff neck.

Clearly…

Hmm.

This isn’t familiar at all.

Even before opening my eyes, I knew the ceiling was wrong. Now, seeing the sides confirms it.

Definitely not where I fell asleep.

Did the humans who take care of me move my resting spot without telling me?

Nope. Don’t remember that happening.

Why am I here?

This doesn’t look anything like my sacred lake.

Isn’t the whole point of the god-worshipper dynamic supposed to involve ME overlooking THEM from afar?

“…Holy s*, Senpai! IF-017 is fully awake…!”

Why are YOU looking down at ME now?

“Yeah, I see it. Keep monitoring heart rate. If stress levels keep rising like this, he might keel over—and our heads will roll.”

What IS this mess?

Through the glass, I glared at the two humans observing me.

Feels familiar somehow… yet distant.

Reminds me of something from my human days.

Some kind of foundation, maybe?

But what exactly?

No clue. Trying to remember feels like trying to recall what I ate for lunch 17 years ago—impossible.

Meh.

Probably not important anyway. Doesn’t stop me from existing as an epic dragon.

Like, seriously, imagine waking up one day and finding out EVERYTHING about you has been covered up by some secret organization, reducing you to a mythical creature.

Or worse, discovering ALL legends about you have been altered to make you look like some bizarre chimera hybrid of snakes, deer, fish, and giraffes with completely random features.

Nah.

That’d never happen.

Right?

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