"This space-time …" Garon tried many times before he completely gave up on the idea of using his Soul Power to explore.
At the same time, he also realized that there was something similar to an umbilical cord in his stomach that was connected to the inner wall of the eggshell. Small streams of inexplicable soft liquid were flowing into his body from the umbilical cord.
"Is this a nutrient?" He pulled the umbilical cord. It was very tough.
It was obvious that he was in an embryo of an eggshell. Such an embryo of an eggshell would only appear in special creatures.
Garon searched through the memories and knowledge in his brain for a long time. In an instant, he came up with a list of dozens of possible races and creatures. However, he still needed to confirm and verify it.
Time passed slowly.
The outside of the eggshell gradually heated up. Some uncomfortable heat was transmitted in from the outside as if someone was roasting it with fire.
Garon slowly started to feel hot. However, this heat was getting stronger and stronger. He could not bear it anymore. The lump of meat on the side had already started to let out a small whine. It was a kind of hissing sound similar to sand. It was very pitiful.
Hoo …
Suddenly, a weak wind blew. The temperature of the eggshell dropped instantly.
Garon moved his body in the eggshell. He changed his position and kicked the lump of meat on the side away. He enjoyed the rapid drop in temperature.
"Esgula … Mildi …" Suddenly, a loud, heavy, and loud voice rang out from outside the eggshell.
Garon was slightly stunned. This was the first time he heard a creature's voice. This rhythmic voice was clearly some kind of unknown language.
Hiss …
Soon, he noticed that something was not right.
The umbilical cord on his stomach started to glow. It emitted a faint white light like a lamp. Not only did it illuminate the inside of the eggshell, it also illuminated his weak body at the moment.
White …!
Everything was white. Whether it was the inner wall of the eggshell or his body at the moment, they were all completely white.
With the help of the light, Garon raised his claw. What he saw was a beast claw that looked like a lizard. There were no signs of a human being at all. The skin of the beast claw was covered with faint tiny scales. It was like a mirror that faintly reflected the white light. It was exceptionally beautiful.
"This body looks very weak." Garon thought to himself. He glanced at the Attribute Pane at the bottom of his vision. There was nothing there yet, and he didn't know when his Attribute Pane would recover. The origin of his Innate Ability must have come from this world, and there was no doubt about it. If he wanted to find out its origin, he would only have a chance after he was hatched.
Garon tested the strength of this body and was shocked to find that the strength of this body was far beyond his imagination.
"Looks like it's because my soul is too strong. I don't think a normal human body can contain it without modification. That's why I can only enter the body of a creature with a strong body," Garon speculated.
Just as he was making all sorts of guesses, a large amount of soft and warm liquid suddenly gushed out from the umbilical cord on his stomach. The liquid seemed to contain some kind of special and unpredictable information flow. The flow of information was like a small stream that flowed into his mind along with large amounts of liquid. After that, it was deeply engraved into the air around the Soul Ring, turning into many flower-like patterns.
Garon's powerful Soul Power System started to operate quickly. After consuming countless Soul Power, he quickly found the language system in the information flow and rationally divided it into the language area of his brain.
Only ten minutes had passed by the time he finished this task.
Garon looked sideways at the other lump of meat beside him and found that it was also receiving this kind of information flow from the umbilical cord. Obviously, this was not exclusive to him alone.
"Legend has it that some powerful creatures have a certain innate inheritance before they are born. Could this be the so-called innate inheritance?" Garon guessed. He was confident that his soul was strong to a certain extent, and the race that he automatically chose for his body was definitely not some weak race. It was not surprising that he had an innate inheritance.
After the language system transmitted from the umbilical cord was settled, he began to use it as a tool to check other information.
With this check, he immediately understood what kind of person he was.
'I am a member of the great Colorful Dragon Clan. I was born to be incomparably noble and ranked at the top of countless food chains. I am the strongest predator. We dragons are born to be noble and will become powerful Level Five creatures when we grow up. We have tyrannical melee abilities and powerful innate spells with great lethality …'
An unknown voice vibrated in the depths of Garon's heart. Using the language that he had just learned, it kept repeating all kinds of things about the strength, glory, and glory of the Dragon Clan.
This voice was repeated over and over again, and Garen was extremely annoyed by it. However, the lump of meat beside him was listening to it with great interest and did not move at all. The Soul Seed emitted a faint fluctuation, indicating that it was very serious at this moment.
"Dragon Clan?" Garon quickly read the species that he belonged to from the information, the White Dragon.
The voice was still chanting according to the information flow step by step. It was not even one-third of the way through, but Garon had already finished reading all the information transmitted by the information flow.
He also understood his current identity.
A White Dragon!
To be precise, it was a young dragon of the White Dragon Clan.
"Interesting!" It was Garon's first time reincarnating into a non-human race. The transmitted information obviously had obvious personal emotional characteristics. It was obvious that the White Dragon of the previous generation had modified and integrated its own emotional content. In the beginning, it was an explanation of the position of the Dragon Clan's noble status. After that, it was some basic life knowledge. After that, it did not matter if the young dragon could take it or not, a large variety of extremely complicated knowledge, customs, taboos, and so on all poured in. This information was obviously prepared to be stored in the depths of the young dragon's mind and slowly unlocked when it was older. This was the normal growth of a young dragon.
However, it was obvious that Garon was not in this normal category. He finished reading the information in a few swipes. This little bit of information flow compared to the black hole was simply the difference between a mosquito and the sun. It was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
However, the transmission of the information flow soon stopped.
It was obvious that the inheritance had ended.
The outside was quiet again. Time passed slowly. Garen started to feel bored again. The inheritance had basically allowed him to understand what kind of place he was in.
The Prime Material Plane.
This was what the inheritance memory called the space he was in.
This place was very, very big. It was so big that the fastest elder of the White Dragons could not see the edge of the plane even after flying at a speed of 300 kilometers per second for 19 years. There were various races living here. Humans were the most numerous and occupied the largest area. They were powerful and greedy. They were like weeds that could not be burned by a wildfire. If a batch died, another batch would grow in the blink of an eye. There were countless powerhouses.
Since the disappearance of the Dragon Island two hundred thousand years ago, the Dragon Clan had completely fallen into a state of decline. Although the inheritance memory repeatedly praised the greatness and glory of the Dragon Clan, Garon also sensitively found the hatred for humans and dwarves. Especially the humans, they hunted the Dragon Clan and used special techniques to preserve the corpses. They made them themselves and even gave them to the dwarves to make all kinds of powerful equipment.
They were more disgusting and greedy than the demons of hell and the abyss.
Garon quickly skimmed through these detailed and boring contents. It was nothing more than training the young dragon to hate and loathe humans.
Garon's main concern was the environment here.
It was obvious that the environment of this world was similar to many of the western myths he had seen on Earth.
What shocked him the most was that there were gods here!
Some gods sent down gospel and miracles. There were large numbers of believers who established organizations and countries. Some gods seeped into daily life. The God of Poetry, the God of Wealth, the God of Spring Water, the God of Forests … and so on. There were all kinds of gods who were powerful and bright. They did not only have ordinary powerful high-level warriors under their command, but also demigods who had ignited the divine fire and holy spirits with pure souls. All kinds of religions densely occupied and divided ninety percent of the entire main material plane.
"Gods … I wonder how the gods here exist?" Garon continued to analyze the inheritance information in the eggshell.
There were no firearms here. At least there were no powerful weapons like nuclear bombs or missiles. This was because the gunpowder here was extremely unstable! Moreover, its power was far from a technological world like Earth.
The more powerful ones here were the mages.
There were two moons in the sky. One of them was the God of Mages, the creator of the Weave, the God of Magic, Mills. The purple moon did not represent the planet but the core of the Weave.
The other moon was black. Only necromancers and believers who controlled shadow energy could see it. That was the black moon. It represented another Weave — the Shadow Weave. It originated from the Dark Goddess Shar and was created to fight against Mills.
These two Weaves were this world, or rather, this plane's main power transmission system.
Garon could not understand the concept of a plane here.
The planets, galaxies, and nebulae that he was familiar with did not have a specific form here. Instead, they were replaced by planes of various sizes that were constantly changing.
A plane was a sphere similar to a planet that was constantly rotating. This was the only part of the inheritance that he understood. The rest was his understanding of Hell, the Abyss, and the human world.
Among them, he had the most knowledge about the human world and Hell.
Part of the reason was that humans were their greatest enemy. Hell was an evil plane adjacent to the main material plane. In the past, the White Dragon Clan would organize a group of young dragons to enter Hell for training every once in a while. Hunting creatures of Hell was a symbol of their coming of age ceremony.
However, it seemed to be different now …
Garon looked at the end of the inheritance information.
The Dragon Clan had unavoidably declined. Although they were still at the top of the food chain, they no longer dared to live alone like before. This was because once they were alone, it was very likely that they would be attacked by countless greedy dragon slayers. Their bodies, their treasures, and all their wealth would be devoured by these greedy maggots.
Even against such evil humans, some of the Dragon Clan actually turned and joined them. This was simply unforgivable!!!
The anger in the inheritance information was like a virus. Even Garon was about to be infected by it and develop a hatred for the humans of this world. His Soul Ring exploded with a ball of Soul Power to counteract this enormous negative emotion.
He continued reading.
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