Daily Life Of Dragon King In Another World

I have always love rain. I thought that it was soothing…especially the sound of raindrops making a small pitter-patter against the window. I would close my eyes, leaning on the couch by the picture window and submerged in its beautiful sound that it made and feel the breeze, cooling me.

*Boom*

That was until a clap of thunder was heard outside making me slightly scrunching my face and accidentally broke anything near me.

*Creak*

The sound of shattering pieces of glasses could be heard across the room, echoes as my mother ran towards me in panic. She would rush as swift as the wind, her hair beautifully waving along the way while bringing a box of medical stuff inside it.

[There you go again. Sigh…Breaking another glass?]

*Flick*

She would flick my forehead, feeling angry and scolded me again and, she would constantly wonder inside her mind…why won't he scream? Why won't he cry? Did it hurt? Why won't he tell me anything? Why won't he…

It was an unconscious movement. I promise I won't do it again.

Although I always thought that, I actually have been doing it for three years…The habit was certainly hard to change. I could only look down, hiding my embarrassed-looking face and let my mother cure me.

I could clearly see that she was worried because I was her son.

[Look at your hand! It's bleeding again!]

She slowly but gently wiped away the blood and wrapped my hand with plasters.

[Sigh…promise me you won't make me worried anymore, will you? Pinky promise?]

My mother raised her hand, which I didn't because I hesitated.

[Sweetie?]

I gave a small nod, my eyes secretly watching my mother's facial expression.

In the end, I also did it and she would peck my cheek like she always did. Our pinkies touched which signify a promise has been made. My mother instructed the maid to clean up the broken, shattering glasses scattering everywhere on the floor.

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[Uh...Can I help?]

[It's okay sweetie. Just make sure you need to be extra careful next time.]

She patted my head, smiling.

Guilt filled my heart. I didn't know how much I have broken it but I knew that it was actually cost a lot. Even if I was born into a wealthy family, I just could not help but felt guilty about it. If I was holding a glass of water, its either I broke it with my hand or I accidentally let go of it. The first one was certainly my fault, the downside of having a strong physical strength.

A lot of question will go through everyone's mind. For example…How did he break it? He just a little boy and he shouldn't have that much strength! And…that's exactly what happened to me. I remember that it was also raining that day. I was absorbed by its dropping sound…until a harsh thunder disrupted me, throwing me into disorder and confusion where I accidentally broke the glass I was holding by gripping it too hard.

The first time it happened, my mother suddenly panic. She brought me to a hospital, asking the doctor why I was able to break a glass with my hand. The doctor was actually shocked after he heard of what happened during that time and he even thought that my mother was lying.

[Maybe he accidentally released it from his hand?]

[But his hand is bleeding!]

[He probably grabbed it.]

After much bickering and discussion, they concluded that I might be born with a physical higher than normal people. As for the latter…anyone probably did it if they were shocked. For me…I will probably do it if I was startled…Well, I indeed did it a few times before.

I walked across the living along with my mother only to see my second brother sitting on the couch, watching the big television, sometimes laughing, sometimes smiling like a creepy guy. I joined him, sitting beside him and my mother instead went upstairs.

[You laugh too much.]

[*Giggles* I did? Sorry sorry *Giggles*]

Briefly looking at my wound hands wrapping in bandages, he expands his eyes, his face scrunched up worriedly.

[Don't tell me you break something again?]

I averted my eyes, hiding my embarrassed-looking face from him.

[Accident…it was an accident.]

[Be careful next time]

He said. I gave a small nod.

To make it short, Ryouhei was watching something called anime(?) about a certain pink-haired guy with antennas on his head, possessing various psychic abilities whose purpose is only to live an ordinary life.

Strange…I was having a strange feeling of deva vu for an unknown reason.

He sure is powerful huh? So many abilities in one person…flight, clairvoyance, invisibility, memory alteration, and the list still goes on. As long as he wants, he could pretty much destroy the world already which brought me into a question.

If he was put in one of my past worlds, will I able to defeat him? Even after many reincarnations, most of my abilities were dragon related only unlike him who possessed a variety type of abilities.

A lot of thoughts came into my mind when I thought about my past lives though unfortunately, it always ended up with only one thought.

The only thing in common in all of my reincarnations was that I seemed to have some sort of affinity with the dragon. I mean…I knew I was originally a dragon but in my second life, I actually transformed into a dragon even though I was not born as one.

Even if I didn't transform, my skills were dragon-related...So yeah…I was . In other words, I was a knight that used skills which belongs to a dragon. In the next life, instead of transforming into a dragon, I tamed the dragons instead. To make it short, I used the dragon to fight. As for the rest, I was actually, also faced with the dragon.

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Ugh…

Why did I have to imagine that fraudster talking to me right now when it was not even here?

Truly…Fate was truly a mystical thing.

Basically said, I couldn't run from it and it has been bugging me for a long time for as far as I could remember. Even after six years, I was still skeptical about it even though I had never seen one yet. Even my name actually means dragon.

Although I did say before that I wouldn't need to push myself and could just enjoy my current peaceful life, I just couldn't do it after all I have been living for six lives in a world which requires me to fight.

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System…Why must you come into my mind when you were not even here?

I…actually imagined talking with that fraudster right now…

*Boom* *Boom*

The room suddenly lit up with a bright flash of lightning as the rumbling sound of thunder in posthumous threat.

Thank you thunder…you just help me from going further into the abyss of no return.