The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Several kilometers away, David, mistaken by Demons as one of their own, clutched his fists. Inhabiting the body of a Dragonkin, he tumbled through the low altitudes with a drunken Superman's stance, occasionally turning a circle in the air or performing a series of continuous rolls without realizing it.

It was unclear whether Redscale's mere mortal body could withstand David's antics—which were akin to 'playing an RPG game while simultaneously using a high-speed cheat in a racing game.' His face, contorted by the wind, made him feel that the scenery was a copy-and-paste reality, a sensation of déjà vu hitting him mid-flight.

This only reinforced David's feeling that he was 'dreaming'.

Just like in true dreams, once the plot started to get dull or repetitive, his conscious mind was likely to 'fall asleep.' It would then 'change channels' after a new sleep cycle, thereby overwriting the memories of the previous dream.

Just as David's eyes were rolling back into his head, on the verge of dozing off, something new finally appeared and caught his attention:

A battlefield.

A group of well-equipped Noble cavalry surrounded a village fort hastily constructed with wooden stakes.

At the loud scolding of their commander, the archer infantry kept showering the village with flaming arrows. They apparently intended to force the serfs, armed with pitchforks and sickles, out of their simple defenses by setting fire to them, thereby securing victory with minimal losses.

Hmm! Time to try harvest mode... David perked up instantly.

No wonder his train of thought was so erratic at this moment. The logic in 'dreams' was almost an impulsive, subconscious act, and many plot points he'd considered brilliant while dreaming felt absurd and nonsensical upon waking.

Yet David, this 'unidentified flying object' approaching rapidly through the air without wings or magic, still caught the attention of the Mages accompanying the regular army. It almost caused them to fall off their horses in shock.

"My Lord, pay attention to the low altitude in the northwest."

The commander, who was amenable to advice, although somewhat befuddled, turned and looked. His eyes almost popped out, and he immediately changed his command, saying,

"Archers, turn right! Aim at the incoming enemy! Stay on guard! Don't release your bowstrings!"

There was no helping it. David's posture was simply too contrary to human common sense.

The speed was too fast!

More importantly, who the hell had ever seen a creature flying by spraying blood from its feet?

That would be Astro Boy from the neighboring Blue Star, but even he spewed fire.

Since this wasn't a real dream, David objectively defied the laws of physics. His subconscious and Authority automatically patched up this 'BUG' by:

They transplanted the flight mode of his original 'Wisdom Dragon' self.

But because the carrier was not the Red Dragon body thoroughly transformed by Lust, there emerged a creature that seemed 'perfectly normal' to David's subjective consciousness—a Monster that any normal creature would find strangely terrifying.

In the face of such an entity, the most sensible thing to do was what this group of regular troops did: stay alert without taking the initiative to attack.

This was, after all, a fantasy world of swords and magic. Even the most preposterous events could be awkwardly explained by some unknown magic.

Messing with such things usually spelled extreme danger. Going all-out with firepower from the start often resulted in dying without ever knowing how.

However, this human army soon made a horrifying discovery: 'David' was coming straight for them. Combined with that spine-chilling 'Dragon-style smile', an archer with fragile nerves finally released his bowstring.

And under everyone's astonished gaze, the arrow lodged itself 'precisely'... or rather, David's right eye 'accurately' caught the arrow.

"..." While the human soldiers were unsure whether to cheer or what to do,

they saw David, acting as if nothing had happened, emulate Xiahou Dun. He yanked the arrow directly from his eye socket and yelled,

"'My father's essence and my mother's blood should not be discarded'!"

He then shoved it into his mouth, eyeball and arrow, crunched down, and swallowed it all.

"..." The already tense battlefield suddenly quieted down. Some soldiers couldn't help but stumble back several steps.

Subsequently, whether David choked or was disgusted by his own actions, he vomited a torrential pillar of blood. It instantly swept through the army outside the town like a 'Blood-colored Laser Cannon'. Anyone touched by this river of blood was blasted into bloody pieces, as if hit by a high-pressure water jet, and one knight's horse was bisected in the process.

David had been concerned that the carnage might be too gory and wake him from his 'dream'.

But perhaps due to a lack of relevant 'gore assets' in his dream, everything in his vision was automatically pixelated. This made David, a 'war criminal' in the style of Paradox games, oddly remark to himself,

I truly am an outstanding and exemplary youth, huh? Even after transmigration, my dreams come with their own divine light censorship mode—unmatched indeed!

Yet, the R-rated scenes David created caused the 'soldiers' on both sides of the conflict to scatter in terror, no longer caring about their opponents.

"Monster!"

"Demon! It's a Demon! AGH!!!"

"Retreat! Retreat!" The Noble commander's expression changed drastically. Before he could even order a retreat, the knights and foot soldiers around him, facing this terrifying and inhuman onslaught, suffered a complete collapse in morale and fled.