The Birth of a Drake Imp

"NO! What did you do?!"

He lunged to his feet, veins bulging on his neck and eyes reddening, only to be struck by a sensation of weakness and collapse.

Sprawled on the ground, he could only glare at Tiamat to express his dissatisfaction as his consciousness slipped away.

Deprived of his access to the outside world, he still felt his body squirm. Like thousands of miniature workers scurrying through his system to spread Tiamat's chaotic factor, he felt his skin tingle and a sharp pain spread through his back.

In this state of semi-consciousness, he endured for a brief moment, hours or days. He didn't know anymore. But one thing was clear: the goddess forced him into a unique path no one ever trod, one that might bring immense benefits or disastrous consequences. 

And finally, a familiar sound forced his mind to awaken.

DING

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"Ugh."