Chapter 5: Future Pns

  Blue whales are born weighing 5 to 6k pounds and measuring up to 23 feet long. In the first year of their lives, they’ll grow about 10 pounds per hour or 250 pounds per day. Reaching about 60 feet long and well over 20 tons. Which is fucking insane to think about.

  Dragons, or at least my particur brand of awesome bck dragon, isn’t quite so dramatic or ridiculous. No wait, maybe it is? I’ve always been kinda bad at math. All I know is that I’m probably about three months old now. My growth speed has slowed down, kinda, since I’m ‘only’ a foot long now. But it does mean that I’ve gotten like four times longer since I was born, hatched, whatever.

  One thing that’s weird though is that my weight hasn’t increased too dramatically. I’m still really light. In fact, I might be lighter now compared to my size than when I was hatched.

  *Fp-fwup~!* I twirled around in the air and avoided a hawk! Then I fpped my wings and tched onto the bastard’s back! It screamed and squawked, but was totally helpless as I bit down into the back of its neck and ripped out a bunch of blood, bone, feathers and meat!

  Then, obviously it started falling, but I was able to spread my wings wide and somewhat slow our descent. The nding was a little rough, but I was fine. The bird was already dead either way. I ripped off the feathers and started munching on the delicious bird meat. Cooking it with dragon breath?

  Yeah, I haven’t started breathing fire yet. Not sure how that’d even be possible. As far as I’ve seen thus far, I’m still a retively ‘normal’ biological organism. Breathing fire isn’t totally impossible of course, but I haven’t really had the desire or necessity to turn my mouth into a fmethrower. If I really cared that much, I could literally find some oil, put it in a ceramic jar, light it on fire and drop it down on someone or something I wanted to kill with fire. Maybe get some high strength alcoholic beverage and spit it out in front of a torch, but like I said, pointless.

  Indeed.

  “See, even my creepy brain parasite agrees with me.” I muttered and continued munching on the raw meat for a while, before I heard a ‘crack’ nearby and stopped. I lifted my head and scanned the surroundings. I could see a group of deer staring at me with wide eyes, then they got spooked and started hopping away rapidly.

  Anyway, from what I remember, bats with simir wings to myself could fly anywhere from 5 to 100 miles per hour. Like there are different kinds of bats, some much slower than others. I think I’m probably getting closer to the 100 miles per hour range now. Probably a little slower than this hawk. I’m probably at my prime flying speed at the moment though. Realistically I understand that I’ll get slower when I get bigger.

  Unless we use a propeller or biological jet engines.

  “Yes, unless I have a fucking propeller or jet engine built into my genome, but that’s highly unlikely.” I rolled my eyes at the voice in my head and went back to munching on the dead bird until my stomach was full. Then I licked the blood off my face, plucked off a few feathers that got stuck to my neck, chest and bulging belly… I fpped my wings and started flying slowly, moving faster and faster as I got higher into the air, then I evened out as I started gliding along with the air currents.

  I’ve been living in this mountainous region for three months. Lots of normie animals. No cryptids or mutated beasts. No humans or humanoids either. Not even a monkey or ape. Not to mention cute lizard girls and dragonkin muscle-mommies.

  Basically, I think it’s time to move on. Not that I haven’t been moving this whole time though. I just haven’t really gotten that far because birds really think I look tasty and I think they taste pretty good as well. Okay, so maybe I’m procrastinating a bit. Maybe I’m just afraid to actually find people.

  Accurate.

  “I’m just afraid that once I actually find people, this is gonna get way more complicated and annoying. Especially if this is actually a story that I’ve written or reted to one of the many, many stories I’ve worked on over the years. I’ve basically always had this theory that when people die, they all get isekai’d somewhere. Authors in particur usually get sent to their own works, while other people generally get sent to their favorite stories…”

  We started a cult.

  “I didn’t start a cult. At most I just wrote slightly prophetic and retable books that involved life lessons and religious nonsense, that some people may or may not have treated way too seriously and… Okay, I didn’t start the cult. I wish I did though! Goddamn it, I missed such an awesome opportunity to be a cult leader!”

  Probably for the best.

  Anyway, the moral of the story is that I believe this is most likely one of the worlds I ‘created’ in my books. Of course, it’s much more likely that I just had some sort of connection to this pce that already existed in a lower dimension and when I died, this is where I ended up. And this body is where I ended up, because of wishful thinking and uh…

  Genetic modification. This was most likely a reptile embryo that we genetically modified during gestation within the egg.

  Something like that. If this is anything like that story Voracity, then I should be able to breed out all kinds of crazy abominations that I genetically modify. Though… Voracity was a female parasite that infected a dude and allowed him to give birth through his palm, so it’s not exactly the same. Also, in the story Voracity, there were a fuckload of other Queens with different methods of infection, transformation, mutation, evolution, whatever you wanna call it.

  It also involves higher and lower dimensions, eldritch horrors, advanced AI and all kinds of other nonsense in the background though. If I actually got isekai’d into that world, it wouldn’t be after the parasitic apocalypse started though. Otherwise… Well, all the pnts and animals look way too normal for that.

  We wrote a lot of books.

  Yes… Yes we did. And in those books, there were tons of random ‘normal worlds’. But in some of those normal worlds, a lot of horrible shit happened. Just like back on my Earth. So it’s not like being reborn onto a ‘Normal Earth’ as a badass Bck Dragon is the best case scenario.

  If humans exist and have already developed firearms, then things are gonna be a lot more dangerous and complicated…

  “Okay, I guess it’s not really that big of a deal. Even back on Earth, there was an insane amount of wilderness and people were always talking about cryptids being in the woods or swamps, or anywhere really. People literally live in the tunnels under cities like New York and Las Vegas. Even if I went into the middle of a town in 2024 Earth, half the people who saw pics and videos would think I was fake and the other half would think I was real and needed to be protected rather than hunted or destroyed. So I shouldn’t be so pessimistic.”

  Besides, I’m only a foot-long flying iguana at the moment. I don’t even have horns or spines, just smooth bck scales… Still not sure whether I’m happy or upset about that.

  *Fp-fp-fp-fp~!* Seriously though, flying is so loud, *Woooosh~!* So fucking loud. Sometimes I can tune it out, but then other times it hits me and bothers the shit out of my silly lizard brain.

  Might actually be a form of autism or something. No clue. All I know is that I better get used to this eventually. Then again it might also be due to my ridiculously small size. Maybe when I'm a full grown dragon I won't be able to fly as fast and it won't be as loud. Either that or my wings will be so huge that they'll be even more ridiculously loud and because my head will be bigger, the surface area will increase and make the sound of the wind hitting my face even louder.

  Focus. Don't crash again.

  “I'm not going to crash again. I'm the fuck down.”

  So anyway, I've been stuck in these mountains for the past 3 months. It's time to make a change. I'm finally going to fly out of my comfort zone and into the unknown wilderness.

  I mean to be fair, the mountains were also an unknown wilderness for most of the time that I was there. Hell, this whole damn region is probably a massive unknown wilderness for any civilizations that might exist on this pnet. Otherwise I should have seen at least one person by now.