Darkness.
For a long time, that was the only thing Wilhelm could feel.
No light.
No sound.
Only warmth… and something hard surrounding his body.
Am I… inside something?
His thoughts were slow and heavy, as if his mind had just woken up from a very long sleep.
Then memories began to return.
His previous life.
A normal world.
A normal life.
He had not been a hero, a genius, or someone important. Just an ordinary person who had always feared one thing above all else: death.
More than wealth.
More than fame.
What he had desired the most… was a long life.
But fate had other plans.
So… I died.
Wilhelm sighed internally.
But something felt strange.
His body did not feel human.
He could feel scales along his skin.
He could feel feathers.
And behind his back… something large was folded tightly.
Wings.
Two different kinds.
What is going on…?
Instinctively, Wilhelm pushed forward.
Crack.
A sharp sound echoed around him.
The hard shell surrounding him began to break.
Light slowly seeped inside.
He pushed again.
CRACK!
The shell shattered.
Fragments of eggshell fell around him as he finally emerged.
Cool air touched his body for the first time.
Wilhelm opened his eyes.
The world appeared blurry at first, but it slowly became clear.
He was inside a vast cave.
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Crystals embedded in the walls illuminated the area with a faint blue glow.
And at the center of the cave… lay the remains of a large egg.
His egg.
Wilhelm looked down at his body.
And froze.
Wilhelm blinked.
"...What?"
Then a realization slowly dawned on him.
"I… reborn?"
Silence filled the cave.
After a moment, Wilhelm muttered softly.
"...As a dragon?"
" or a phoenix?"
But that didn’t seem entirely correct.
He could feel two completely different forces inside his body.
One cold and heavy.
The other warm and vibrant.
Death.
And life.
Suddenly, a strange knowledge surfaced in his mind, as if it had always been there.
His new identity.
Dragonphoenix.
A rare and almost mythical hybrid.
A perfect fusion between two legendary species:
A Death Dragon.
And a Life Phoenix.
Wilhelm remained silent for a long time.
Then slowly… a smile formed.
"Wait…"
His heart started beating faster.
"If dragons and phoenixes are legendary species…"
Then that meant something very important.
In this world, strength was measured through a level system.
The stronger a being became, the higher their level would rise.
The levels were divided into clear ranks.
Level 1–5 : Apprentice
The beginning of the path of power.
Level 6–10 : Expert
A stage where individuals had already surpassed ordinary beings.
Level 11–15 : Master
Powerful figures capable of influencing entire regions.
Level 16–20 : Grand Master
Extremely rare existences feared across kingdoms.
Level 21 and beyond : Legend
Beings that could shape history.
Creatures whose names would be remembered for centuries.
But there was something even more special in this world.
Some races were born different.
They were known as Legendary Races.
These races possessed such immense natural potential that, given enough time, they would inevitably reach the Legendary rank.
Among all legendary races, three stood at the very top.
The Supreme Legendary Races.
Dragons.
Phoenixes.
Titans.
Each of them represented a different pinnacle of power.
Dragons were the most versatile beings in existence.
They possessed incredible strength, powerful defenses, high speed, and extraordinary magical affinity.
Their vitality and resistance were also extremely high.
But what truly made dragons terrifying was their adaptability.
Over countless ages, dragons had developed an enormous number of subspecies depending on their elemental affinity.
Fire Dragons.
Ice Dragons.
Water Dragons.
Light Dragons.
Life Dragons.
Death Dragons.
Shadow Dragons.
Even rare ones like Nature Dragons or Storm Dragons.
Each one specialized in different powers.
Phoenixes, on the other hand, were the greatest magic users in existence.
Their magical affinity surpassed almost every other race.
Although their physical strength and defense were lower than dragons, they possessed something far more incredible.
The ability to resurrect.
When a phoenix died, it could enter a special rebirth process known as Nirvana.
Through Nirvana, a phoenix could be reborn from its own ashes.
Because of this, killing a phoenix permanently was extremely difficult.
They were the supreme magicians of the legendary races.
Finally, there were the Titans.
Titans possessed the most powerful bodies in existence.
Their magical affinity and agility were lower than dragons or phoenixes, but in exchange they had monstrous strength and unimaginable vitality.
A titan’s body was like a living fortress.
They were the ultimate warriors.
Of course, while phoenixes and titans did not have the same adaptability as dragons, that did not mean they lacked subspecies.
They also had their own variations.
However, their numbers were much smaller compared to the countless dragon lineages.
Wilhelm slowly processed all this information.
Then he looked at his reflection in a nearby crystal.
Half dragon.
Half phoenix.
Life and death combined.
A perfect hybrid.
A Dragonphoenix.
And not just any dragonphoenix.
A Life and Death Dragonphoenix.
Wilhelm’s eyes slowly widened.
If dragons and phoenixes were already supreme legendary races…
Then what did that make him?
For a long moment, Wilhelm remained silent.
Then he laughed.
A small, excited laugh.
In his past life, he had been just a fragile human.
But now…
He belonged to a race that could live for thousands of years.
Maybe even forever.
Wilhelm stretched his wings slowly.
A new determination appeared in his eyes.
"In this life…"
"I will live."
"Not just for a long time."
He smiled.
"I will live eternally."
