I am a deeply wounded black dragon.

I don’t know where I come from or where my home is. Even my name was given by someone else for me.

I still clearly remember when I first woke up.

It was a painful day. In the endless darkness, I huddled weakly in the mine, suffering from torn wounds and severe pain in my soul.

There is no memory, no past, only the severe pain all over his body, and a certain fear that remains deep in his soul.

Somewhere in the dark, I seemed to hear a vague female voice whispering in my ear:

"It turns out...it's actually like this..."

"I'm sorry, Eudocia, time is limited, I can't do more..."

"Sleep, sleep, the wheel of fate has begun to turn..."

"Our story... has just begun."

…

I am a deeply injured black dragon.

If it weren't for the mithril in the mine that was full of magic power, I might have died long ago due to my injuries and exhaustion of my magic power.

But even if I can find mithril to replenish my magic power, even if I can rely on mithril to relieve the pain, for me who can't find food, it's just a last resort.

Until...I met him.

I still remember the day I met him.

The collapsed mine, billowing dust, violent coughs choked by smoke, and... a thin and frail figure who looked quite delicious.

That's a demi-human.

I don't know why I knew it was a demi-human. I just know that the moment I saw him, my desire to survive almost overcame my reason.

It's a demi-human, but it's also food.

I dragged my heavy body and launched the attack. I let out a low roar and showed my ferocious claws. I could see his pale face and frightened expression, and I could hear his frightened shout:

"Dragon...dragon!"

But I failed.

Even with the magic power of mithril, my strength is still dissipating day by day. Even though I have the determination to survive, my body is getting heavier and heavier.

I... am so weak that I can't even kill a thin demi-human.

I fell in front of him.

I saw his frightened expression gradually fade away, replaced by surprise. I felt the fear in his heart dissipate quickly, and what followed was curiosity.

"You are hurt?"

Those were the last words I heard before I passed out.

…

I am a deeply wounded black dragon.

I thought I was supposed to be dead.

Although I have lost my memory, although I have forgotten everything, at least I still know my identity.

I know what will happen to a severely injured and dying dragon being discovered by those low-level intelligent species, and I also know that I am already so weak that even a mortal can kill me with his own strength.

But...I'm not dead.

When I woke up again, I saw the bright bonfire, felt the warm firelight, and smelled the extremely attractive aroma.

The thin Asian man was sitting by the campfire, quietly grilling something.

It's food!

I saw the food on the campfire clearly at first glance, and the alluring aroma of meat even surpassed that of the demi-humans themselves.

I struggled to get up, and then I discovered that the wound on my body had been sprinkled with a pungent powder.

It was a powder with a very bad smell.

But after being sprinkled with powder, the pain on my body seemed to weaken in an instant.

"Huh, you're awake..."

"Don't move. You're seriously injured. Fortunately, I found these medicinal powders from the tribe, which can make you feel better."

The demi-human said so.

Why didn't he kill me?

This was my first thought.

I am very confused.

Very confused.

However, he did not explain, but handed me the baked food in his hand.

This time, I saw clearly what it was. It was a huge burrowing rat.

"Well, you're hungry, this is the only thing left."

"I'm afraid I smell your scent. It's hard to find the gophers around here. I ran all the way... and finally caught one."

he said.

I looked at the gopher he handed over and didn't respond.

"Hey, are you okay?"

he asked again.

Strange guy...

I didn't answer him, but I decisively ate the food he handed me.

Because I'm really hungry.

…

I am a deeply wounded black dragon.

I don't know why he saved me, or what purpose he had.

But I know that I will not thank him for this help and food.

I am a dragon.

It's a black dragon.

It is the most brutal dragon species known to all.

To me, food is food.

Even if he saves me, he is still food.

I decided not to try to kill him yet.

I want to wait.

Wait for your body to recover and your strength to return.

I will kill him with my own hands after I regain my strength.

I would tell him that food should be food conscious.

It is really a kind of arrogant stupidity to want to rescue the hunter even though he is the prey.

And before that, I will use him.

Take advantage of his ignorance, take advantage of his stupidity, take advantage of his kindness...

…

I am a deeply wounded black dragon.

Oh no.

With his help, my injury has gradually improved over time.

He is a very strange Asian.

Although I was scared to death because of my dragon power, I always ran deeper into the mine.

Bring me food, bring me herbs.

Although the food he brought could not fill my stomach at all, it gave me the strength to heal myself at the most critical moment.

I found that I was gradually getting used to his presence.

He came back almost every day and brought new food every day.

Sometimes it's a burrowing rat, sometimes it's an armor-piercing beast, sometimes it's a mountain rabbit, sometimes it's a pheasant...
To be continued...