Myth Of A Dragon 1 Another World?

'What?'

Zeke heard a voice in his head. After being awoken minutes earlier, he still can't see what's happening.

'What the h.e.l.l is happening? Am I in drugs?'

This is a very uncomfortable feeling for him. Having his vision stripped off him, while also hearing a voice in his head, such things were only heard from drug addicts in his world.

[I don't understand, Human. But fret not, you are safe and unharmed.]

'Safe? I can't even see anything besides white, how am I safe? Besides, who the h.e.l.l are you and how are you doing this?'

Zeke thought. He was a bit angry ever since his vision went white. Adding to the fact that he hears a voice in his head, if it were any normal adult, he/she would lose his sanity. But for Zeke, he only felt uneasy. He even felt a bit excited as he thought about it.

'Well, at least today's not THAT boring. Maybe I'm just dreaming. Oh well, I'll just go with the flow, who knows.'

[This is just your soul getting transferred from your world to ours. Don't worry, it'll be done in a few seconds.]

'What? did you just say MY world? then where are we right now?'

[Right now, your soul is traversing the void towards our world. Right now, your vision should be all white, as I encased your souls in a coc.o.o.n to prevent damaging it.]

'souls? you mean it's not just me?'

[Of course. Otherwise, the ritual will go to waste. I managed to get five of you back there. In fact, the ritual is only made for four people. I'm also initially surprised there's five of you. Maybe someone entered the activating magic circle?]

Zeke remembered when he went in the cla.s.sroom. It just suddenly filled his vision with white.

'I'm guessing I'm the fifth and unexpected one?

While thinking about it, an idea suddenly formed in his mind.

'I'm sure this summoning is related to the summoner's problems. Maybe it's just like any other isekai manga that I've read in my world? Anyways, I'm sure it's troublesome. Since only four were needed, maybe I can request to be transferred to another place?

'Hey, I think I'm the fifth one. Can I request something, mister voice?'

suddenly a chuckle is heard.

[Hah, what did you just call me brat? a voice? Also, how brave of you to ask something! Interesting! HAHA]

'well, you didn't give me your name, what else can i call you except for the fact that I can only hear your voice?'

Zeke snickered. What can he expect me to call him?

[You'll know soon enough, brat.]

Suddenly my vision went from white to a simple room. It is made of wood and it also looked old. If it were anyone, they would probably mistake this as a makeshift house by some old man. The room only had two old, dilapidated chairs facing each other. An old man is sitting on one of the chairs currently facing me. He seemed to be in his 70s or 80s, and his looks are common enough that people won't even bat a second glance on him if he's in a crowd. The only thing that differs this old man from others is the feeling he exudes. His aura seems to make people at ease, while also carrying a lofty and n.o.ble aura. He seemed to be too aloof for worldly matters, as if he's a G.o.d.

'Wait. Someone who can s.n.a.t.c.h souls from other worlds, isn't this old guy too powerful? Is he the G.o.d of this world?'

As Zeke was sizing up the old man, the old man is also looking at him. Right now, his soul took the form of Zeke in his world, except there's no actual flesh but purely soul only. Silence ensues as both the boy and the old man look at each other. Suddenly, the old man broke the silence.

[Greetings, human brat. Welcome to this old man's humble abode.]

The old man actually spoke, unlike when Zeke's vision was white, where he can only hear it in his mind. The old man smiled amicably, but Zeke, with his discerning abilities, could see that this old man, although amicable, can also be merciless and cold. This ability was how Zeke judges people. Since he is a genius in Earth, people naturally fawned over him. With this ability, Zeke could discern what kind of person he is dealing with. His intuition right now told him that the old man he's currently facing is different from others. He seems righteous, but also evil, friendly, but also cold and indifferent. He can't discern what exactly is the old man's true behavior. One thing he could discern is that this old man doesn't have bad intentions, at least for now.

'h.e.l.lo, old man. I'm Zeke. Are you the voice that I've been hearing ever since my vision went white?'

[That's right brat. I'm indeed the one who transferred your soul from your world to ours.]

'Since you can do that, I'm a.s.suming you're a big shot in this world, right? I don't think people with low status can conduct a ritual that can literally s.n.a.t.c.h a soul from another world. Who are you, old man?'

[I'm but an ent.i.ty brat. Your question is a bit vague, but in essence, yes, I'm indeed in a high position in this world, or in your words, 'big shot'. Hah, the language of your world is a bit unclear to me.]

'You speak the same language as me though, how'd you do that?'

[Wrong, brat. I'm not the one who changed languages. It's you. I applied a specific magic that makes it so your language will subconsciously be changed into the language of the one you're talking to. Consider it as a gift from me.]

Zeke as shocked. He thought he's speaking English, but for some reason, it's only english in his mind. It seems his mouth spoke his thoughts in a language that fits the person he's talking to.

'Magic? Are you kidding me old man? really? I'm not a dumb kid who easily believes things, you know. But besides that, what can I call you? I'm a.s.suming since you can summon us from another world, are you a high priest or something like that?'

Hearing what Zeke said, the old man couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

[Your guess is wrong, brat. I don't have a name. You can just call me by what you like. To put it simply, I'm a guardian deity of this world.]