The Nameless Dragon: from Dust to Stars

A history of blood and tears portrayed by countless creatures. "Live, live, live..." He knelt in the pile of corpses, gnawing tree bark, licking muddy water, and lying on the ground picking up rotten vegetable leaves thrown away by others. Traveling through another world, he thought he could finally live a human life. "I know I'm not a child of destiny -" "But why in the fucking world would this do to me!!!" He dug his nails into the mud, and the sound that came out of his throat was not human, but like the last neigh of a trapped animal that had been skinned alive before dying. A body that can fight a hundred battles, why does it need external force to be the king! The mortal body is unparalleled in the world. (The prologue is a summary of the previous situation. Starting from the main text does not affect the reading experience. Missing foreshadowing will be marked with the source.) Not a cool article, not a good person, not a holy mother.