The Dragon Emperor of Another World: Awakening of a Legend

CHAPTER 2: Find a Town

After hours of winding through dense woodland trails, Ethan’s boots finally struck mossy cobblestones at the outskirts of Feya Town. Dusk was falling, and every one of his nerves was on alert. The valley town looked tranquil in the golden light—blue-leafed trees swayed gently, and clusters of mana reeds glimmered with an otherworldly luminescence.

The air was sweet, carrying the scents of wildflowers and distant woodsmoke, yet Ethan couldn’t shake the chill of unease creeping up his spine. He’d spent years in VR fantasy worlds, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of cold wind on his skin or the open stares that followed him through the town gates.

Celestia walked half a pace behind him, arms folded and posture relaxed—but her tail swayed with a measured wariness. Her scarlet gaze flickered to every rustling shadow and alleyway. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “This isn’t a beginner zone. Trouble hides behind every pretty window.”

Ethan huffed a breath that was half a laugh and half anxiety. “Not exactly the welcoming committee I was hoping for,” he muttered.

He tried to keep his breathing steady as they made their way down a broader street. The Arcane Godslayer armor felt heavier in the real world—each rune-etched plate pressing into his shoulders with unfamiliar weight.

Celestia, his once-virtual guardian, now strode beside him in the flesh—every bit as fierce and enigmatic as she’d been on-screen.Yet despite the legendary gear and his loyal companion, Ethan felt more lost than ever: a stranger in an alien land, clinging to the hope that something—anything—here might make sense.

They crossed into a bustling main avenue lined with merchant stalls and taverns. Instantly, Ethan felt dozens of eyes upon him. Merchants paused mid-haggle, town guards stiffened, rough-looking locals sized him up with open curiosity. He caught a flicker of motion at the edge of his vision—a small hand darting toward his belt pouch.

Before Ethan could react, Celestia’s tail whipped out like a striking viper, smacking the would-be pickpocket hard on the wrist. The scrawny boy yelped and disappeared down an alley, clutching his hand.

Celestia shot Ethan a sidelong look, one white brow arched. “Adapt, or get eaten alive,” she warned.

“I’m trying,” Ethan mumbled, forcing a grin despite his thudding heart. He adjusted his grip on the strap of his pack and tried to look less like an overwhelmed newcomer.

They pressed on, doing their best to blend into the crowd. Ethan paused under a hanging wooden sign painted with swirling symbols, creaking softly in the evening breeze. The script was indecipherable to him. He glanced helplessly at Celestia.

She gave a tiny, knowing smile and murmured an incantation under her breath. Warm magic brushed over Ethan’s ears. The painted symbols on the sign shimmered, then rearranged in his mind to form legible words: Tavern & Lodging.

“Thanks,” he said, quietly grateful.

Celestia feigned indifference with a light shrug, but the corners of her mouth curved up. “Don’t mention it.”

They continued through a maze of lantern-lit lanes. Shopfronts glowed with floating arcane sigils advertising their wares. The evening air buzzed with enchantments: enchantment engines humming softly, spells entwining with the smells of spiced meats and honeyed breads.

Street vendors hawked everything from beetle-wing brooches to pouches that literally whispered secrets when opened. Ethan was equal parts dazzled and overwhelmed. He had only ever seen such scenes through a computer screen; experiencing it in person—the riot of color, the cacophony of voices, the mingled aromas—was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

As they passed a jewelry stall draped in silks, Ethan noticed Celestia slowing. Her eyes had locked onto a display of pendants and gemstones. One piece in particular caught her eye: a ruby pendant on a delicate silver chain, the gem catching the lamplight like a captured ember.

A small smile tugged at Ethan’s lips. “See something you like?” he teased gently.

Celestia blinked and tore her gaze away from the jewelry, a faint flush warming the bridge of her nose. “It’s just a trinket,” she said quickly. Then, softer, as if unable to help herself: “But… I suppose it would suit me, wouldn’t it?”

Ethan was already fishing a gold coin from his pouch. With a few quick words to the grinning vendor—and a bit of haggling for good measure—he secured the ruby pendant. He stepped behind Celestia and carefully clasped it around her neck. The red stone rested against her collarbone, glinting softly.

Celestia’s cheeks deepened to rose. She lifted the pendant with her clawed fingertips, examining it as it gleamed against her obsidian scales. For an instant her tough demeanor faltered, and she threw her arms around Ethan in a quick, grateful hug. “Thank you,” she murmured by his ear.

Then, catching herself, she pulled back and cleared her throat. “It’s… just a gift,” she added briskly, trying to recover her aloofness. “Don’t make it weird.”

Ethan bit back a laugh. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, failing to hide his own smile.

Their light moment evaporated as a commotion broke out up ahead. Two burly men, drunk on mead, were arguing in the middle of the street. Angry shouts filled the air as one shoved the other into a fruit cart, knocking it over and sending oranges rolling everywhere. Bystanders gave them a wide berth.

Ethan tried to steer Celestia around the brewing fight, but a third man—a hulking brute reeking of ale—staggered into their path. He looked Ethan up and down, eyes lingering on the gleaming armor and the fine sword hilt over Ethan’s shoulder.

“Fresh faces, eh?” the man growled, cracking scarred knuckles. “This town doesn’t like meddlers or show-offs.”

Celestia smoothly stepped between Ethan and the man, her stance relaxed but her voice cold. “We’re just passing through. We don’t want any trouble.”

The man’s lips twisted into a sneer as more of his cronies emerged from the tavern porch. He eyed Ethan’s expensive-looking gear again. “If you two want a peaceful night, you’d best pay the local… hospitality f*e.”

Ethan’s jaw clenched. He’d seen this kind of scene in games a dozen times—NPC thugs shaking down newcomers—but now it was alarmingly real. “We’re not paying you anything,” he said, trying to keep his voice even.

Several onlookers had paused to watch. The air tingled with tension. The lead thug stepped closer, close enough that Ethan could smell his sour breath. “That so?” he hissed.

In a blur, one of the drunken men lunged from behind Ethan, swinging a broken bottle at his head. Ethan barely had time to flinch.

Celestia was faster. She whirled around Ethan, one clawed hand shooting out. Her fingers caught the attacker’s wrist in an iron grip just before the improvised weapon could strike. With a contemptuous flick of her arm, she sent the man hurtling into the gutter. He landed face-first in muddy street water and didn’t get back up, his bottle spinning away into the dark.

The crowd murmured in surprise. The leader’s eyes narrowed at Celestia’s horns and scaled hand, finally recognizing what she was. His bravado faltered—picking a fight with a dragonkin was more than he’d bargained for.

“This isn’t over, outsiders,” he spat, backing away with his hands raised. He motioned to his friend to drag their unconscious comrade, and the group melted into the alley with a final glare.

Celestia kept her body between Ethan and the thugs until they were gone. Only then did she relax slightly. She leaned in and whispered, “This world is crueler than you can imagine. Stay close to me, or next time it’ll be worse than a bar brawl.”

Ethan nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. The crowd dispersed, apparently deciding the show was over. Heart still pounding, he and Celestia hurried away from the scene.

They eventually found a small inn at the quieter end of a market street and paid for a cramped attic room under the eaves. That night, Ethan climbed onto the sloped rooftop just outside their window for a bit of fresh air. Celestia followed, perching cat-like beside him. All of Feya Town sprawled before them, lantern lights shimmering like fallen stars.

Dozens of paper lanterns—tiny orange specks—floated into the sky from a festival in the plaza below, carrying written wishes from townsfolk. Ethan watched one lantern rise and disappear among the real stars.

“It’s nothing like the game,” he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence. “It’s harsher… more dangerous. But somehow, I still want to see more of it.”

Celestia drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. In the gentle night breeze, a few strands of her silver hair escaped and danced around her horns. “A lot has been happening in this world, even before you arrived,” she said quietly. “Elves have been disappearing from their villages. Beasts are attacking trade caravans on roads that used to be safe. There are rumors of dark magic stirring out in the eastern marshlands.”

Ethan turned to look at her, concern in his eyes. “Do you think it’s connected? To… whatever summoned me here?”

She shrugged, the motion slow. “I don’t know. Astrael has always had its evils, but lately it feels… different. Like the calm before a storm.”

Ethan pondered her words as he gazed back out over the town. If something dark was brewing, his sudden arrival might not have been a coincidence. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.

Suddenly, a crier’s amplified voice echoed from the plaza, interrupting his thoughts: “Hear ye, hear ye! Combat Tournament this weekend in Feya Coliseum! Glory, gold, and the Champion’s title to the victor!”

Ethan sat up straighter, eyes immediately lighting up. A tournament—this was familiar territory. “A chance to fight for prize money and reputation,” he said, grinning. “That sounds like the perfect way for me to learn the ropes of combat here… and maybe earn us some coin.”

Celestia groaned playfully. “I know that look. Just remember: there’s no such thing as a fair fight when money and pride are involved.”

He chuckled. “What’s life without a little risk, right?” Reaching into his pocket, Ethan pulled out the folded map he’d gotten from the innkeeper. By moonlight, he traced the route from their inn to where the coliseum was marked. “The arena’s on the west side of town. Sign-ups are probably tomorrow.”

Celestia shook her head but couldn’t hide a faint smile. “If you’re determined to do this, then I’ll be your second and your shield. Just promise me you won’t get yourself killed on day one, okay?”

Ethan bumped his shoulder lightly against hers. “I promise. I plan on sticking around for a while.”

Unseen by either of them, a cloaked figure loomed in a darkened doorway across the street, watching the pair intently. As Celestia and Ethan made their way back inside to rest, the shadowed observer’s eyes glinted. In the silence of the night, a slow, dangerous smile crept across the stranger’s lips before they melted away into the darkness.