Devouring Dragon Heir-Chapter 14: Ch - Am i a toy?

Klaus woke with a start. His eyes snapped open, and he sat bolt upright, disoriented. He looked around the small, familiar room. Sunlight was streaming weakly through the window, painting the dusty air in pale gold.

He blinked, surprised. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. One minute he was lying down, the next it was morning.

He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, showing the time. It was well past nine in the morning. He had slept for hours.

his haze from the sleep finally settled

"How long has it been since I had a proper sleep?" he mumbled to himself.

The question hung in the quiet room. He didn’t have an answer. His past few years in this world flashed through his mind.

The constant struggle for safety, the endless fear of death, the gnawing regret of not being strong enough.

He remembered being awake for days sometimes, powered only by desperation and cheap energy drinks to save money for the cheapest skill book in the market.

Back in his last life, at his peak, he had felt a spark, a drive, a sense of purpose that pushed him. Here, it had been mostly chaos and a raw struggle to simply exist. He clenched his fists on the thin sheet, a surge of old resentment mixing with new resolve.

"I will become so strong," he vowed, his voice low, "that I will never have to worry about sleep and comfort again. Never worry about anything."

He remembered the system, the panels, the new information. He still needed to understand it all. He looked at the translucent status panel floating in front of him.

[STATUS]

Name - Klaus

Age - 20

Bloodline - Human (Devouring dragon bloodline (Unawakened)

Physique - Human ( Devouring dragon physique (Unawakened)

Realm - Mortal

Grade - C

"I still don’t know much about the power system of this realm," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the ’C Grade’.

"At first, it was common sense for me that it’s just skills that matter and their ranks. But now the system is telling me to gain affinities and master elements. Heck, the stat points that used to appear in front of me disappeared, and now it just shows a C rank."

The shift was jarring. He had been so focused on increasing his new unlocked agility stat and also exploring the magic stat. Now, those numbers were gone from the main status.

As if listening directly to his thoughts, the system’s cold, clear voice appeared in his mind.

"The method of quantification of stats in this world is flawed. The system has been pre-programmed to override such functions and present the host with the best possible status metrics, universally applicable."

Klaus was even more confused. "What do you mean by ’in this world’?" he asked, directing the question to the system. "Do other people also have status screens? Like the one I used to have?"

"Affirmative" the system replied instantly.

"What the fuck??" Klaus swore out loud, a harsh whisper in the quiet room.

He rubbed his hands on his forehead. "How come no one told me that? And why the hell did I not have one before I got the Divine Skill? I was just a regular person with no panel, then suddenly I got one after getting the origin absorption skill, also it was a strange one, not like what I had seen in the web novels I had read. And now this one appears."

The system’s response came without hesitation. "I have gone through your memories for the latter question, host. The standard stat panel in this world only awakens souls belonging to this world. However, you are not one of them. You are a transmigrator."

Klaus stared into the air for a long moment, processing this.

A transmigrator. That was his biggest secret, But to hear it from the system confirmed that he could not hide from truly powerful beings.

He let out a long, weary sigh. "I guess nothing can be hidden from the system," he muttered.

"So that was the reason. But then I got a stat panel after getting a Divine Skill. And still, that stat panel was quite strange, not something I had ever heard of in my past life here?"

System: "Host, that panel was incomplete due to a special situation with your soul."

"My soul again?" Klaus quickly asked, a fresh wave of concern. "What is it? What’s wrong with it?"

System: "Not sufficient authority right now, but nothing is wrong it’s only a special situation"

"you sound like some woke people I remember from Earth asking people to normalize everything" Klaus sighed again, a heavy, frustrated sound.

At this point, he was sighing so much that if one were to see him speaking to the system (that they could not see), they might think he was simply losing his mind. freёnovelkiss-com

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You still didn’t answer my first question." He paused, letting the silence hang. "Why did no one tell me about their status panels?"

System: "No one told you before because you never talked to anyone about such intimate personal details of their power, which is considered private.

Second, your soul is not from this world. That is why the Heavenly Will of this world has refused to accept you. Till now, you are living under its supervision."

"The Heavenly Will is a mysterious force that weaves the fate of the persons living under it. It subtly influences events, guiding or hindering individuals. It is not as great as fate itself, which governs grand cosmic destinies, but it has the power to manipulate your immediate surroundings and the smaller-scale occurrences in your life."

"What the hell????" Klaus felt a chill run down his spine, colder than the river water.

Heavenly Will? A force that manipulated his life because he wasn’t from here?

This was beyond anything he had ever considered. His ’survival’ in this world suddenly seemed less like misfortune and more like a puppet show.

He stood still for a long moment, the air in the small inn room feeling thick and heavy around him. Five years.

Five years of grinding poverty, constant fear, gnawing hunger, and endless struggle. Five years trying to build something, trying to survive in a world that felt alien.

He had thought it was just bad luck, the normal chaos of a new, dangerous reality. He had always tried to find a logical reason, a way to adapt.

But now... now he was being told it was all predesigned? Every setback, every near-death experience, every time he had to fight for scraps just to stay alive. All of it was because some invisible, cosmic entity decided he didn’t belong.

The memory of his past life, of the drive and ambition he once had felt like a distant, cruel dream. That spark, that raw hope he had brought with him into this new body, had been systematically crushed, stomped out by an unseen hand. He had blamed himself, blamed the unfairness of this world, but never a conscious, malicious force.

A feeling he rarely experienced, an emotion that usually remained locked away deep inside him, began to bubble up.

Fury. Raw, unfiltered fury.

Klaus had faced monsters, cold-blooded killers, and terrifying situations, but his usual response was a pragmatic focus on survival, a cold assessment of the threat.

Anger was a luxury he couldn’t afford. But this was different. This was personal. This was a betrayal on a cosmic scale. He felt sick, a roiling knot of disgust and rage in his gut. He was feeling like shit.

"Is it confirmed that Heavenly Will was the reason?"

Klaus asked, his voice low, tight, almost a growl. His one hand clenched, tightening into a white-knuckled fist at his side a glass of water to calm him down on the other. His expression, usually open, became unreadable, a mask of contained rage.

The system’s reply was immediate, clear, and cold, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Klaus.

"Every soul has a few fate threads that dictate the general luck that individuals have. When I bounded with the host, I saw all his fate threads cut by a force that was undoubtedly the Heavenly Will acting."

Klaus’s breath hitched. Cut. His luck, his potential, severed. The system continued, its voice emotionless.

"Even the trait named Roach (B) has been awarded to you by the Heavenly Will when you transmigrated. Instead of directly killing you, it chose to make you struggle like a cockroach. That is what the system has concluded from all the available data."

The words hit Klaus like a physical blow. The Roach (B) trait. His innate, enhanced resilience, his ability to survive seemingly impossible situations, the very thing that had kept him alive through five grueling years was a cruel gift.

A mocking reminder of his insignificance, a twisted mercy that simply prolonged his suffering. It wasn’t about survival; it was about prolonged agony, a slow, deliberate torture.

Crack!

The cheap glass tumbler he had unconsciously picked up from the nightstand shattered in his hand. The sudden sound was loud in the quiet room. Shards of glass, small and sharp, dug into his palm.

A few drops of blood welled up, bright red against his skin, mixing with the clear water that splattered onto the wooden table. He barely registered the pain. His blood pressure spiked. His body began to tremble, his muscles tensing, vibrating with suppressed anger.

"Does this Heavenly Will have a consciousness of its own?"

he asked, his voice strained, barely a whisper now. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glazed over with something dark and dangerous.

"Affirmative" the system replied.

Shatter!

The table he was standing near exploded, apparently a powerful punch was the reason.

It seemed to simply buckle under the invisible pressure of his uncontrolled fury. Shards and pieces flew, scattering across the floor with a sharp, echoing cascade.

In an empty room, in a small inn of the capital city of the Blue Country, a young boy could be seen standing rigidly near a broken wooden table.

Suddenly, His body began to shiver violently, his face and neck turning a deep, angry red due to the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his surging blood. The air in the room seemed to crackle with an unseen energy, a manifestation of the raw, unleashed rage of its occupant.

Then, just as suddenly as the fury had erupted, everything stopped. The trembling, the red flush, the intense pressure in the room all seemed to vanish.

Klaus’s body went still, his eyes wide and unfocused for a brief moment. A deep, guttural sound began to rise from his throat, starting as a low rumble.

Then, a loud, raw, almost maniacal laughter broke from his mouth. It wasn’t the laughter of joy or amusement.

It was a harsh, bitter sound, tinged with madness, a release of years of pent-up suffering and newly ignited hatred.

"Hahahahahahah!!!" he choked out, the sound echoing unnaturally in the small room. "Who would have thought... I, Klaus, would find the first enemy of my life! Hahahaha! Who would have thought that I, Klaus, would one day want to kill someone so bad, hahaha..." His laughter continued, wild and unhinged, filling the room, a chilling declaration of war against an invisible, all-powerful foe.

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