Playful Dragon

“What are you doing? Give me a drink quickly.”

A clear and delicate voice echoed through the tavern.

“Oh.”

The proprietor snapped out of his daze and shook his head.

Dizzying beauty with an explosive figure that could hypnotize in an instant.

The 85 kopir copper coin placed on the worn, stained wooden bar counter was collected.

Tuwung.

A huge wooden cup with date palm wine sloshing inside was placed down.

A size larger than an average adult man’s head.

A snow-white, pretty hand grasped the handle.

Gulp, gulp…

A captivating throat bobbed up and down, drinking the alcohol.

She drank it straight without even stopping.

It was an image that didn’t match at all.

Everyone in the tavern held their breath.

Tak.

“Hmm…”

The woman who put down the wooden cup licked her delicate and red lips.

High-proof liquor distilled from date palms rich in sugar, characteristic of the desert.

The alcohol that warmed the core and gradually rose was intoxicating.

“Oh…”

“Huh.”

Sighs of admiration flowed from the crowd.

To drink such sweet and strong distilled liquor so boldly.

She demonstrated a feat that even a decent adult man couldn’t do.

It took only an instant for the woman to capture the gaze of the tavern.

‘Pft, humans are indeed amusing.’

Receiving the hot gazes of desert men all at once, Phurnicia smirked explicitly.

In human terms, it felt like being a goldfish in a glass aquarium surrounded by stares.

No matter how repetitive the situation, there was a strange addictiveness and satisfaction that could never be cut off.

‘More… more…’

Knowing this, Phurnicia slightly crossed her long, slender legs in a brain-melting manner.

The gazes of the desert males pierced through like needles.

Phurnicia couldn’t suppress her excitement.

“Hmm…!”

Phurnicia let out a suggestive groan, touching her flushed cheeks.

As a supremely noble being, receiving the gazes of insignificant beings was overflowing with perverse pleasure.

Her lower abdomen heated up, and the pleasure she enjoyed so much in this state seemed about to overwhelm her.

‘I must hold back…’

But this place and situation are far too inappropriate for doing that.

She must suppress the lust of perversion that felt about to burst.

Such things can be done anytime if she so decides.

She greatly valued atmosphere and process.

Only chosen males receive her selection.

“Hoo…”

Phurnicia sighed, gently lowering her eyes, and raised the wooden cup again.

Gulkkug-

The wooden cup, which she drank from for a while, was placed back on the bar.

Tak.

As the sweet alcohol entered, her excitement finally calmed.

Nevertheless, the strange fever and heat still wouldn’t subside.

Phurnicia half-opened her eyes filled with melancholy.

She shifted her slender thighs pressed together.

‘This is fun…’

Her snow-white skin, rare in the Arubian West Continent.

Light blue curly long hair that swayed like waves.

It was natural that the men in the tavern’s gazes were fixed on her.

Among the dusky desert people, she was like a lone white lily blooming.

‘This is really fun…’

Phurnicia, enjoying the fixed gazes, casually flipped her long hair that reflected the actual color of the power she wielded.

She smirked with her beauty, refined to an unrealistic degree like a sculpture.

‘How amusing humans are…? They’re the same even across continents.’

Phurnicia swirled the date palm wine in her wooden cup.

Enjoying the lewd gazes of the West Continental men, she drank the specialty product unique to the West Continent.

She was enveloped in uncontrollable lust.

Phurnicia Aqua Serdiant Etera.

Her true identity is a dragon with blue scales and a massive body.

Affiliated with the dragon’s nest located in the southern Verdiant mountain range of the Central Continent Allos.

A member of the Blue Dragon Bloodline who wields tremendous control over nature’s mana and manipulates water.

A ruler at the opposite end of giants who govern the land, the emperor of the sky who cleaves through the heavens with magnificent wings.

‘If there were no pleasure, how would we have lived with boredom?’

Phurnicia asked herself, peering into the milky-white liquid in her glass.

‘Perhaps all dragons would have perished fighting each other, unable to bear the boredom?’

Pleasure.

The play of dragons who enjoy near-eternal life, sporting with lowly mortal beings.

Phurnicia too had held various professions over several centuries.

Changing her appearance little by little, she too enjoyed pleasure.

It hadn’t been long since Phurnicia crossed over to the West Continent from the dragon’s nest.

The reason she decided to travel was extremely simple.

Because one of her bloodline members happened to give her a tip.

That the Arubian West Continent of the Elzeria world was quite an interesting place.

Information that it was a place with a completely different climate from the Central Continent.

Phurnicia, who was in the midst of her pleasure, immediately embarked on a journey.

The Shahar Great Desert she reached was magnificent.

The endless expanse of yellow desert contrasted with the deep blue sky.

Definitely a landscape that could never be seen in Allos.

‘It was a choice I absolutely don’t regret.’

Phurnicia immersed herself in a completely new environment and enjoyed her journey.

Although the dimensional war with Gaia has been going on for 25 years, such things aren’t worth caring about in the first place.

Although there were warnings and territorial disputes from Yellow Dragons who live in the desert and handle lightning, she was of a free-spirited disposition equipped with appropriate worldliness and flexibility like water.

The yellow dragons had no grounds to stop Phurnicia, who was merely traveling.

‘This is the true dragon life.’

Even though 30% of the otherworld Elzeria’s territory had been occupied by the Spacetime Demon Tribe, the dragon race truly didn’t care.

Even if the entire land were conquered by the Spacetime Demon Tribe, they would maintain non-response and neglect.

They don’t move unless there’s a world-class catastrophic crisis.

Dragons were inherently like that.

It was three days ago that Phurnicia reached Zangar, the capital of Tasham Province in the Arzhan Khanate, close to the border of the Central Continent Allos.

She was sightseeing the exotic customs of the West Continent and experiencing its culture.

She planned to stay for a while and look for new interests.

But, ingeniously, that target immediately appeared.

‘Worms have gained intelligence. What on earth is going on?’

Desert Worms led by the White Sovereign conquered Zangar yesterday.

Even the Sand Tribe assassins were accompanying the worms.

It was a strange aspect where monsters seemed to command humans.

It was something that could never happen under common sense.

‘The worms of the West Continent Arubian…’

The desert worms are beings that live by digging through sand.

True to the monster archetype, they lack intelligence and reason.

They are called brainless insects and are despised.

Yet, they have occupied a human city.

‘I still can’t believe what I saw.’

At first, she hesitated whether to intervene.

But the process of watching was quite fun.

They subdued those who resisted with minimal damage.

Citizens who consistently offered no resistance were never touched.

Zangar’s army was helpless.

Thus, they completed the occupation in the blink of an eye.

It could only be judged as a cold-blooded operation.

It was a highly planned movement as if designed by a skilled strategist.

‘I thought humans were the most fun… but worms are quite fun too?’

Having eavesdropped on the worms’ telepathy, she grasped the general inside story.

The White Sovereign, the lord of the Grabadra Sea who controlled the mixed forces.

That being was behind all these plans.

‘Indeed, what would happen if my transcendent existence disrupted the plan?’

In fact, Phurnicia currently harbored completely different emotions about the incident.

She didn’t care whether the White Sovereign occupied a human city in the West Continent or not.

Even if the worms and assassins had carried out a massacre, it wouldn’t have mattered.

The key was that the White Sovereign had stimulated Phurnicia’s taste.

A peculiar species trait that rarely activates had been triggered.

Dragons who live for long ages each develop unique tastes.

The taste that Blue Dragon Phurnicia enjoys is lust.

It’s subtly ruining and interfering with inferior things.

She can’t resist the wailing and screaming of weak beings.

It was beyond the pleasure she enjoyed as a woman.

‘How would the White Sovereign… wail?’

After the occupation, they even distribute water and attempt good governance.

Tyranny against residents is also strictly prohibited.

They clearly have firm long-term occupation plans.

What if all this… is suddenly forcibly disrupted?

By herself, a transcendent being, a dragon?

‘Perhaps it might be really cute…’

Phurnicia, her sculpture-like beauty turning red, licked her lips where wine drops had settled.

The desire to hear the screams and wails of an inferior and low-grade worm was the first in her dragon life.

That’s how much the White Sovereign had pulled at Blue Dragon Phurnicia’s nature.

‘This tastes good. I should come often to eat in the future.’

Churuk-

Phurnicia downed the remaining alcohol in the wooden cup.

A toast celebrating the longest-running pleasure in her dragon life.

A toast celebrating the act she was about to grandly commit.

“Haha… Where are you from? You have an incredibly rare skin tone?”

At that moment, a desert man who couldn’t suppress his lust stepped forward.

“I’ve been watching you, and I’m curious. Let me buy you a drink and let’s talk-“

Druruuk-

Phurnicia, not even responding, crossed her arms and rose.

The desert man who had approached was surprised and dumbfounded.

Jeobuk, jeobuk.

Phurnicia turned and headed out of the tavern.

Coming out to the street, she shaded her eyes and looked up at the sky.

“To think the world is this vast after all? My view was too narrow…”

The scorching desert sun blazing on her crown and shoulders.

The incessantly circulating dry and hot air.

It’s definitely a different climate from the Central Continent Allos.

There must surely be many interesting things unique to this place too.

‘A fountain…’

Something caught Phurnicia’s attention along the way.

Against the backdrop of a date palm tree loaded with rich dates, a fountain spewing clear water.

The solidified oxygen material with bubbles inside, created through manifestation art, was exceptionally lustrous and exotic.

“What will become of us…”

“But why provide such things?”

“The taste of the water is amazing…”

Though anxious, the citizens of Zangar were engrossed in the grace bestowed by the White Sovereign.

Every household was mobilizing all available buckets and basins to scoop water.

Phurnicia’s artificial beauty was filled with deep interest.

‘Water created by a worm.’

As the lord who governs water, she could tell.

With her ability, she could change even the clear stream flowing in a brook into putrescent water with a stench like a rotten fish market, or into leachate with a terrible odor as if livestock were buried.

It was a power she could enjoy as a being inherently most friendly with water spirits.

‘I wonder what it’s like?’

At least, the water quality itself looked extremely clear.

She approached the fountain without hesitation.

“Hmm…”

She, who had squeezed among the citizens of Zangar, scooped water from the fountain with her hand.

Then, with eyes lowered, she slightly tasted the water.

Immediately, the water dragon’s wall-like eyes swelled with surprise.

‘Impossible!’

The cool and cold refreshing sensation that wrapped down her esophagus.

Deep purity that even stimulated the mana in her body.

This was magical water directly created by the White Sovereign.

‘What on earth… is this?’

Phurnicia was inwardly surprised.

A mere desert worm created such high-purity clear purified water?

It was extremely excellent water quality, just slightly inferior to her own.

‘What trick is this?’

It was comparable to the super-premium medicinal water that water dragons and water spirits occasionally give as gifts to their mortal worshippers, both in the Central Continent Allos.

A lowly worm that eats sand in the desert couldn’t possibly create such pure water.

Something approaching themselves must be, unconditionally and absolutely, a coincidence.

It had to be so.

‘This is absolutely impossible!’

The high and proud pride of the dragon race is stimulated.

Emotions were triggered from an unexpected place.

Phurnicia’s malice boiled up.

Jururrrk…

The fountain water where Phurnicia had dipped her hand instantly turned black like petroleum.

A terrible stench arose as if corpses were rotting.

The citizens of Zangar who were scooping water were horrified.

“Y-you! What are you doing!”

“Polluting the fountain water!”

“Hey! Woman! Stop there!?”

Regardless of the citizens’ outcries raining down.

Phurnicia walked briskly somewhere.

‘I feel bad!’

Just as she was about to engage in pleasure after a long time, she became strangely upset.

Phurnicia just kept walking for a while.

Eventually, Phurnicia regained stability.

‘…It must be a coincidence.’

Like the characteristic serenity of the Blue Dragon Bloodline, befitting the water characteristic that always flows leisurely.

It was a trait completely opposite to the red dragons who easily boil up.

Phurnicia headed toward a remote back alley between streets.

Just before entering, she glanced back.

The rocky mountain that served as a backdrop to the north of Zangar City.

The White Sovereign had been positioned there since yesterday.

Its statue-like stillness was very exotic.

‘What kind of life has that child lived? It must have been really hard…’

Sympathy and pity blossomed in Phurnicia’s heart.

The water dragon, with her own compassion, honored the albino Death Worm.

It must have gone through tremendous hardships to evolve into such an existence.

Now, that honor and process are about to disappear in an instant.

But she had no trace of compassion for the act she was about to commit.

She was a dragon, and that being was a lowly worm.

It was natural that an inferior species couldn’t go against a superior one.

The will of a dragon is absolute truth.

Toak!

With a refreshing footstep, Phurnicia dug into the back alley.

Most of the sightlines from the ground were blocked.

She stood suitably and took a stance.

‘Ah, I held back for all of 316 years, 5 months, and 17 days.’

Now declaring the end of a long pleasure.

Sometimes, there are times when it can’t be predicted like this.

That’s the life of a dragon.

‘Alright, shall I do it?’

The moment Phurnicia resolved her will.

Urung-

A slight vibration arose in an instant.

Gudddddd-

The atmosphere trembled, and an absurd flow of mana converged.

That current was converging on Phurnicia, the center of power, a water dragon.

Shiiiiing-

The human pupil that had been round under perfect disguise became vertical.

Blue light radiated from the water dragon’s deep blue vertical pupil.

Kuddddk-

The beautiful female body was instantly covered with deep blue dragon scales.

A beast-like cry flowed from Phurnicia.

“Kruruururur…!”

A cruel smile formed on her lips, which had transformed like a reptile’s.

‘Ha! How long has it been since I transformed into a dragon!’

Perfect shedding from the current delicate human form.

Reborn as a Blue Dragon with a total length of 124 meters, weighing 785 tons, threat level S-rank Level 5.

The water dragon, whose pride had been touched, was trying to properly exert her power.

She would show the primitive desert people the true terror of water.

‘I should run wild to my heart’s content after so long!’

Simultaneously with the completion of dragon transformation, she sweeps the area with a large tail whip.

Then she completes her entrance with a splendid roar.

At the moment of such a grandiose plan.

Tspat.

Blue light flashed from the rocky mountain to the north of Zangar.

Something flew in with tremendous speed.

Skeuk-!

The blue flash instantly pierced through the water dragon.

A blue line was instantly drawn across Phurnicia’s neck.

‘Huh?’

Suddenly the world rises, rotating.

More specifically, Phurnicia’s field of view was ascending.

The head, spraying red blood from the cut surface, rose spinning.

‘What?’

In the distance, a mind sword emitting blue mana crystals is seen embedded in the ground.

The sight of her own form staggering and then collapsing was also visible.

The view, separated from the body, constantly rotated.

‘Crazy!’

The water dragon could quickly assess the situation.

The enclosed space she thought was a completely secluded back alley.

In fact, there was a gap open at the top between the interlocking buildings.

The White Sovereign, positioned on the rocky mountain, was still visible through there.

Phurnicia’s eyes widened and her teeth gritted.

‘I, a dragon… to a mere Death Worm!?’

The calm serenity like still water—which she always prided herself on being the opposite of hot-tempered fire dragons—was broken.

For the first time in her life, she cursed profusely with genuine anger.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kyaaaak-!’

Her view rapidly approaches the ground.

Phurnicia’s risen head fell to the ground and rolled.

Tuk, tuduk-

She lay face-down on the dirty stone floor of the back alley where she had just been.

Her human form body, with its severed neck, collapsed in the distance.

Phurnicia immediately tried to express her anger through dragon language.

But it was impossible because her vocal cords were damaged.

“……”

Eventually, the fuse of the world went out.

That was Phurnicia’s last memory.