I Reincarnated As A Dragon With A Devourer System

The days flew by.

Every dawn, the manna snow would slowly fall once more over the Magic Valley, while Noir remained in the same spot in the garden.

The little black dragon’s goal had not changed since he failed to use human magic.

It was about controlling his draconic instincts; they were more dominant than he had realized.

So the first week was a total disaster in every sense of the word.

Every time Noir tried to use human magic by following the same steps Amanises had taught him, exactly two things happened.

He would mess up the final part of the spell... Or, without realizing it, he would end up using the Dragon Tongue, which caused the little black dragon to faint and a pillar of light to form.

Amenises never intervened directly; she would walk over to where Noir was lying unconscious, pick him up, and carry him back to the house.

When the little dragon woke up, she would say just one sentence:

"Again."

Noir was beginning to suspect that this woman had infinite patience. Besides, she never told him how to control his instinct; it was something he had to figure out for himself.

After all, Amanises wasn’t a dragon; it was something he had to do himself, wasn’t it?

On the tenth day, he finally managed to cast a spell. It only lasted for a second before fading away.

But... It was a huge victory! Noir felt like he was making progress, and that only made him even more excited.

’I did it!’

The golden sphere began to spin around the little dragon with completely unnecessary enthusiasm.

’I know, you don’t have to keep reminding me how amazing I am.’

The sphere replied, spinning even faster.

’I’m going to pretend you’re still congratulating me.’

The weeks continued to pass; on top of that, Amanises added something else to his training, and now he studied in the afternoons.

He taught him about the geography of the Magic Valley, its plants, and what each one was used for, as well as the monsters and the areas he couldn’t enter—because for the little dragon, that would mean certain death.

Now and then, Noir would ask her what lay beyond the Valley, but Amanises never answered.

It was very similar to Chrysola’s approach, but she was less direct, so he didn’t ask any further.

Little by little, the mistakes became less obvious, but when the little dragon felt like a genius, he would pass out.

Every time the puppy saw a pathetic failure, he would let out several little barks that sounded suspiciously like laughter... And whenever he confronted him, the puppy would play innocent and say he didn’t understand a thing.

’Someday, that mask of yours will slip, you little bastard.’

Each small step forward seemed insignificant on its own. But, without realizing it, his control over mana improved day by day.

Meanwhile, Amanises also began teaching him other things.

How to sense the natural flow of mana, avoid wasting it, and recognize when a spell is losing stability even before casting it.

They weren’t spectacular lessons.

But Noir enjoyed every single one because he felt each one brought him a little closer to understanding magic.

In the afternoons, when practice was over and he had nothing to study, the little dragon would disappear among the white trees, accompanied by the puppy.

He continued to expand his encyclopedia.

Every new plant.

Every tiny insect is made of manna.

Every strange creature.

Every new ability and every new trait.

Everything was recorded in the system’s memory. That collection was beginning to look like a veritable bestiary of the Magic Valley.

Noir even found several species that Amanises claimed not to have seen in decades.

"You don’t let a single thing slip by."

"I can’t help it."

The little dragon smiled proudly.

"If the world went to the trouble of existing... the least I can do is get to know it.

The woman remained silent for a few seconds. Then she let out a faint smile.

"I’m starting to understand why she chose you."

Noir kept walking, not quite understanding what he meant.

He chose to focus instead on a strange blue flower he had just discovered growing among some crystalline roots.

Meanwhile... The puppy had changed, too.

It was no longer that little ball of fur that barely reached Noir’s height.

It had grown considerably.

Its white fur was thicker. Its movements had become swift and graceful.

It had even stopped chasing any glowing butterflies it came across along the way.

Well... Most of the time.

Noir smiled as he watched him run after a tiny creature made of light.

It lasted exactly three seconds before he finished rolling down the hill.

’There’s definitely still work to be done.’

Training in the fundamentals of basic human magic continued, and the days flew by at the speed of a caffeine-fueled rabbit.

Noir, who had initially thought the classes were useless, found them to be much more interesting than he had ever imagined.

For someone who had never seriously studied anything in his life, taking in so much theory was like trying to swallow an entire dictionary. He found it strange, soporific, and exhausting... though, in a way, it was also exciting.

The good news was that, after years of illness, Noir had never been in better physical shape. He felt his strength, stamina, and agility improving by leaps and bounds.

Apparently, being in an area where mana was so abundant and having devoured so many plants and monsters was paying off.

Being a dragon, he was far superior in every way, and Noir couldn’t have been happier about it.

What’s more, he finally had more control over his dragon instincts; he no longer needed several attempts to stabilize a simple sphere of light.

He could keep it floating for several minutes while walking through the garden.

He had even learned to interrupt the flow of mana before his instinct transformed the spell into Dragon Language.

However, it was a strange feeling, like holding back a natural impulse.

It wasn’t comfortable. But it was getting a little easier each time.

After training, Noir would wander through the white forests accompanied by the puppy and the golden orb.

He was already familiar with many trails.

Some creatures had even stopped running away when they saw him appear. The little crystalline deer continued to keep their distance.

The enormous garden turtle kept crossing the forest with its usual calm.

And the fish swimming in the lake continued to ignore the laws of gravity completely.

Everything was still as mysterious as it had been on the first day. But now it also felt... familiar.

Two months passed almost without Noir noticing. One day, as he looked up from yet another book written in a language he still couldn’t read, he realized something.

...The time had come to continue his journey.

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