Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

A day later:

Vesuvius flapped his wings, soaring high above the clouds. Light and space warped around him, perfectly hiding his massive form from the eyes of mortals.

As he flew, he replayed one of the key parts of Lucifer's plan in his mind, his arrogant voice echoing in his head, "First, we need to distract as many angels as possible. For this, I've devised a diversion plan. We will launch attacks all over the material plane, targeting temples of the god of light. This will force the heavens to dispatch angel guards to the rest."

The dragon's breath crackled inside his throat. He flapped his wings once more, descending below the clouds to reveal a sprawling city below.

Ignoring the walls and central fortress, his eyes locked onto the enormous cathedral at its heart, its twin bell towers casting long shadows over the city. The ringing of the bells reverberated through the streets.

'They don't know what is coming.'

Vesuvius inhaled deeply, his chest expanding with dark energy. A single orb of darkness shot out, descending toward the city like an enormous meteor. As it struck the cathedral's central dome, the darkness exploded, consuming the entire structure in a maelstrom of void and flames. The very fabric of reality seemed to tear apart as the temple collapsed into itself, before disintegrating.

An empty crater remained in the temple place, and countless humans ran through the streets in panic.

'They should be happy I didn't blow up the entire city.' Vesuvius snorted.

Then, for a moment, Vesuvius hesitated, his nose picking up the scent of numerous treasures below. Gold, jewels, ancient artifacts—they all called to him from all over the city. But his will was stronger, fortified by the promise of a much larger prize soon to come.

'Not this time, but don't worry, eventually I will come for you too.'

Immediately, a radiant outline of a gate appeared in the sky, and the heavenly aura spilled out, accompanied by the blinding rays of light, outshining even the sun in the sky.

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Without a moment's hesitation, Vesuvius flapped his wings, and the space warped, vanishing him away.

POV Vesuviuse's Second Soul:

Aethereal and immaterial, Vesuvius's presence crept down the wide street like an unseen predator. The people around him moved with nervous energy, their bodies twitching with unease, heads snapping from side to side, eyes wide and searching for a threat they couldn't see but instinctively sensed.

Vesuvius ignored their mounting panic, his focus locked on a white building at the end of the street. He guided a separated piece of his domain, his secondary soul tethered to it like an invisible thread.

The sensation was strange, his primary soul's awareness still there but distant, like an echo. 'Having two souls is more beneficial than I could have ever guessed,' he mused. Typically, a separated domain would gradually lose its power without his direct connection, especially with growing distance. However, linking his second soul maintained the power, allowing him to be in two places at once.

The domain and soul moved closer to the temple. The guards at the gate stiffened, hands instinctively gripping their weapons, eyes darting wildly around. Suddenly, one guard sheathed his sword, muttering loudly, "Must have been the wind."

The other guards gaped at him in disbelief. "Are you dumb? A wind wouldn't freak out the entire street. There must be something terrible right there, just invisible," the second guard said, pointing his sword in Vesuvius's general direction.

"G-G-Ghost?!" another guard stammered, his voice trembling, the word barely escaping his lips.

'Well, I am now like a ghost. But what is with those guards? The war must be going badly if they are forced to use guards like this.' Vesuvius thought with a dark satisfaction.

Screams erupted along the street behind him, a chorus of fear and confusion.

"A thief!"

"Where is my pouch?"

"My money is gone!"

"My ring?! My wife will kill me!"

For a fleeting moment, Vesuvius felt a pang of shame for pickpocketing them, but he quickly dismissed it. 'I will rule over them eventually. This isn't pickpocketing, just tax collection!'

The guards' restlessness peaked, and Vesuvius decided to strike. His domain shifted, and the air temperature skyrocketed. The stone beneath him began to sizzle and crack, steam rising in hisses from nearby puddles. The crowds screamed in terror, scattering like leaves before a storm.

The heat grew unbearable, zeroing in on the temple. The guards cried out in agony as they burst into flames, their bodies consumed in an instant.

The walls of the temple didn't just melt; they vaporized into clouds of molten rock and ash, the structure collapsing into a churning sea of lava. The searing heat expanded, ripping through the entire temple, turning stone to slag and wood to cinders.

Without wasting a moment, Vesuvius unhooked his soul, his consciousness snapping back to his primary body as the two souls relinked. A brief headache pulsed through him but vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving him with the satisfaction.

POV A priest:

A priest jawned, sitting boredly behind the altar of his small church.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, and a robed figure with a dragon mask covering their face rushed in, their robes visibly bulging as if hiding something beneath.

The priest's demeanor changed instantly. He sprang to alertness, recognizing the mask as one of those worn by the dragon cultists—a cult so malevolent, that it was only surpassed by the various demonic cults of the seven sins.

'They eat children!'

"Glory to Vesuvius!" the masked figure screamed, their voice echoing off the stone walls.

The priest's eyes narrowed, a flicker of fear and disgust crossing his face. "What do you want here?" he demanded, his voice stern and unyielding, embodying the righteousness of his faith in the God of Light.

The masked figure didn't respond directly. Instead, they pointed a gloved finger toward the golden chalice and jeweled relics displayed prominently on the altar. "The offering," they said, their tone filled with a perverse sense of greed.

'Letcherous, greedy, lazy, always angry, child-eating, perverted!' The priest cursed, seeing that the cult was really as bad as they were saying!