Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me-Chapter 60 - - A Regressed almighty Dragon (1)

The sourc𝗲 of this content is 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝗯𝐧𝗼𝘃𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝐦

As I rubbed my eyes and saw a pig, no, it seemed like a black dragon with amethyst eyes had hatched from the egg. But to my utter surprise, this dragon was...

well, it was chubby! I couldn't believe it. First, I go through all that trouble shedding my own weight, and now the dragon I've been waiting for is a little chunky one.

"Why is this dragon so fat?!" I exclaimed in disbelief, hoping for an explanation.

The dragon, with its adorable chubby cheeks and innocent amethyst eyes, responded with a gentle, "Blurp~"

I couldn't help but chuckle, despite my frustration. "Don't 'blurp' me, you pig. Tell me why you look like a little piglet instead of a dragon."

"Kyu~" it let out a confused sound.

"What's with that confused expression? I know you can understand me, you pig," I scolded playfully, giving its small, cute head a gentle smack.

"Kyu~~ You, human, hit me!" the dragon protested.

"Of course, dumbass. I'd even roast you if you don't tell me why you look like this," I threatened, though it was hard to take my own words seriously when faced with such an adorable dragon.

"It's not the dragon's fault; it's your mama's. I ate more due to its taste," the dragon explained, its voice almost pleading.

As I heard its explanation, I clenched my fist, my nerves of steel stretching to their limits. "Is this... pumpkin blaming me for its...chubby appearance?"

"It's okay, though I might just not give you food," I teased, glancing at the cute chubby dragon, waiting for its reaction.

"No, you can't, mama! I'll transform myself into a slim dragon, please give me food," it pleaded, its amethyst eyes filled with sincerity.

My heart melted at its words, but I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What's with that 'mama' stuff? Call me something else."

"Kyu~ Papa," it suggested with a hopeful look.

"Don't call me 'papa,'" I replied with a thud in my heart, trying to resist the cuteness.

*Badump*

But as my eyes met those innocent amethyst eyes, I couldn't help but relent. "Okay, you can call me..."

"So, tell me something about your abilities," I inquired with a grin, my eagerness masked by amusement as I looked at the chubby dragon.

The previous one I'd encountered was injured, so I hadn't seen its full range of abilities. Now, I was hoping to uncover the hidden potential of this adorable treasure.

"Papa, dragon can hide in papa's shadow," it responded with an innocent smile, its tone filled with cute excitement.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy. It was like I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. I gently held its small, smooth, and fluffy cheeks as I held it in air, even though it had transformed into a slimmer form. "Good, and what else can you do?"

"I have dragon fear too, and these merciless claws," it announced proudly, showing off its tiny claws as if scratching at the air, trying to look fierce.

"And... any other abilities?" I prodded further, eager to learn about its full range of talents.

"I can eat more, sleep more, and..." it started, its voice filled with innocence.

I interrupted with mock frustration, "Shut up. Don't tell me you don't have any abilities other than this."

"Kyu~" it tilted its head, looking adorably clueless.

"Don't 'kyu' me. Are you telling me you're completely useless?" I couldn't believe my luck; it seemed my misfortune was still sticking around.

I really gone through hell just to get this,Seeing my situation I recalled a saying from my previous life about 'Bad luck is like a GPS that always takes you to the wrong destination and then says,You have reached your final unfortunate location.

I couldn't help but think it applied to this situation. I'd gone through so much for this dragon, and it turned out to have only some outdated abilities. Every dragon had dragon fear and claws, but first, I needed to get a nail cutter or this little pig would accidentally scratch me.

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<Valeriana's POV>

I took my usual seat and, after some time, noticed Zeph entering the classroom. Today, I decided to approach him about the last question in our studies. fr eenovelkiss.com

I had thoroughly reviewed Professor Banzihum's thesis, but there was a part I couldn't quite grasp.

"Zeph, wait, may I have a moment of your time?" I asked, maintaining the formal demeanor befitting a noble and a future queen.

"Yes, Valeriana, how can I assist you?" Zeph replied politely. However, as I looked at him, I suddenly heard a thought that didn't align with his expression.

It was as if someone else's voice echoed in my mind: 'Is she Mama,Papa?...' The thought trailed off, leaving me bewildered. It clearly wasn't Zeph's thought, and I couldn't discern who it might belong to. Then, I heard Zeph's thoughts: 'She's not your Mama... yet.' The word 'yet' hung in the air, leaving me with countless questions.

Whom was he talking to?

I couldn't fathom. It was clear, though, that the subject was Zeph's child. Should I delve further into this matter?

No, it didn't feel right. I decided to refrain from involving myself any further.

Over the years, I had grown immune to comments like these, and I believed it best to wait until Zeph chose to share this information with me personally.

<Zeph's POV>

I had brought the 'little pumpkin' with me,I named it this, this dragonhad transformed itself into a slim appearance. However, it quickly bloated after consuming my mana, claiming that it needed mana to maintain its slim form and that it got hungry easily.

It felt like charging a battery using its own cable, but I had accepted my strange luck at this point.

Entering the classroom, Valeriana called out to me before I could take my seat. I approached her, thinking that since the dragon had strong mental defenses, it could protect my thoughts from being discovered, right?, as It was mentioned in novel that even infant dragons have strong mental resistance.

After a brief conversation with Valeriana, I proceeded to my usual seat next to Thalia.

As I settled in, my 'little pumpkin' repeated the same question it had asked earlier: 'Is she Mama, Papa?'

I replied, 'Yes, she is. Isn't she cute?'

'What cute, Papa? Mama looks scary,' it responded.

I couldn't quite grasp why it was saying something like that. Perhaps it was unaware of the fact that I had already subdued this girl, who was clearly head over heels for me.

{A/n : Read my new novel <The Villain's Vengeance>}