While visiting my parents’ graves on Tomb-Sweeping Day, I made a hundred million wishes. As a result, I was flung into the distant future, body and dreams together.
Not only did I end up in the interstellar age, I also turned into a dragon!
I could live with becoming a dragon, but the problem was that I couldn’t turn back!
Exiled to a desolate planet, I came across a group of soldiers on the brink of death from their rampaging values. I casually made some blanched lettuce, and their rampage levels actually went down?
That’s when the strongest marshal in the galaxy came sniffing around.
He ate all my food with a cold expression, then said, “Come with me.”
I moved into the marshal’s residence, but the doors were too small, so I had to sleep on the landing pad. At a banquet, I was too fat and got stuck in the entrance, all while being broadcast live across the galaxy.
The whole interstellar world wants to know: When will this dragon turn back?
I want to know too!!!
Later, the marshal stroked my horns and said, “Don’t change back. You’re cute like this.”
Me: “…Take your hand off me first!”
