I Reincarnated As A Dragon With A Devourer System

The golden wheat fields swayed slowly in the afternoon breeze.

Beyond the wooden fences, several farms stretched out around a small village nestled among the hills. Smoke rose lazily from the chimneys as some farmers finished gathering their tools before nightfall.

It was a perfectly ordinary day. Or at least... that’s how it seemed.

"You can’t defeat me! I am the Great Golden Dragon of the Dark Mountains!"

A brown-haired boy raised a crooked branch above his head with as much dignity as he could muster.

In front of him, three other young adventurers burst out laughing.

"That’s what you said last time!"

"And the hero Caius Eldergrove cut off your head!"

"Because he cheated!"

The so-called dragon snorted with such indignation that his cheeks puffed out.

"Dragons don’t lose to humans! We are the rulers of the skies!"

"Well, the hero sure can."

"No!"

"Yes!"

The discussions continued as the branches clashed with utter seriousness.

To them, that small clearing was not just any meadow. It was an ancient battlefield; the bushes were fortresses; the giant rocks became mountains.

And the cows grazing a few meters away—well... those were clearly very powerful monsters.

It was a legendary battlefield where the hero Caius Eldergrove defeated the mighty golden dragon that had nearly wiped out humanity with its powerful magic.

"Attack!"

The four children ran at the same time, their faces full of determination, as if their hearts were filled with nothing but the glory and salvation of their families.

They were very good actors.

The so-called golden dragon roared... Or at least it gave it its best shot.

"ROOOAAAR!!"

The others responded with even more exaggerated shouts and came up with all sorts of sword techniques: "Rabid Dog Bite," "God Loves the World Magic," "Hero’s Awesome Slash." The wooden swords began to clash.

"Take that!"

"Dodge!"

"Use magic!"

"You can’t use magic twice in a row!"

"Of course I can!"

"That doesn’t count!"

The battle ended the same way as all the previous ones.

The Great Golden Dragon fell dramatically onto the grass. One hand rested on his chest, and his eyes remained closed.

"I have been... defeated..."

The others began to celebrate, raising their branches as if they had truly just saved the kingdom.

However, the so-called golden dragon spoke a few final words, but his voice sounded different:

"I will return..."

The others turned around in fear, then began to argue.

"Hey! That’s not how it was."

"The dragon never said those words!"

"Yes, yes! Don’t change the story."

Not far from there... The adults didn’t share that carefree atmosphere; the main corral gathered several men.

An old map of the surrounding area lay on a wooden table.

"Again."

The older man from the village frowned.

"How many have we had this week?"

"Five sheep."

A farmer replied, clearly exhausted.

"And two goats."

Another man slowly shook his head.

"There’s no blood or fingerprints—they just... disappear."

For a few seconds, no one said a word. That was precisely what unsettled everyone the most.

If it had been a wolf... they would have found remains. If they had been bandits, they would have left traces. But everything was very different. The animals disappeared during the night as if they had never existed.

"What about the hunters?"

"They didn’t find anything."

"Not even a scent."

"The dogs didn’t pick up any trail either."

Silence fell over everyone once again.

The older man looked out at the forest surrounding the village.

It wasn’t a particularly dangerous forest. For decades, only a few wild boars and the occasional minor monster had appeared there.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

However... Something had changed, and he could feel it.

***

A carriage came to a stop in front of the small town square.

The coachman had barely finished unloading a huge suitcase when a small figure clambered down with surprising clumsiness.

"A-ay!"

Her boots touched the ground... only to slip immediately on a rock.

The girl flailed her arms desperately for several seconds, trying to regain her balance.

She didn’t manage it.

"No, no, no...!"

Plof!

She collapsed, sitting down in front of the village entrance.

For a few moments... No one said a single word. An older man slowly let the hammer he was holding drop, and two children stopped playing.

Even a chicken seemed to watch the scene with some concern.

The young woman stood motionless for a few seconds before slowly lifting her head; a huge smile spread across her face, and she rose as if nothing had happened.

"Heh... heh... Everything’s under control!"

No one answered.

The silence felt even more awkward.

The girl cleared her throat discreetly as she smoothed out her white and blue dress. Her enormous sorceress’s hat nearly flew off with every movement.

Two small white ears poked out from amidst her abundant silver hair, twitching nervously as she readjusted her hat.

Her long, fluffy tail also kept swaying back and forth. She seemed completely unable to hide her emotions.

"Well..." She smiled, a little embarrassed. "That didn’t happen."

One merchant burst out laughing.

Then another. And finally, the whole square was laughing.

The tension that had hung over the town for the past few days vanished, even if only for a few seconds.

The young woman let out a small sigh of relief.

’Well... At least they didn’t kick me out.’

She grabbed the huge suitcase with both hands.

She tried to lift it; absolutely nothing happened. She tried again, and her cheeks began to turn red.

She still wasn’t moving.

"...Why is it so heavy?"

She looked at the suitcase with genuine indignation. How could it weigh so much?

A man finally approached her.

"Do you need help?"

She quickly shook her head.

"No, thanks!"

The suitcase wasn’t cooperating this time either.

After a few seconds of intense struggle... she finally accepted reality.

"...Yes, please."

The man smiled amusedly as he lifted the suitcase with just one hand.

The girl let her ears droop slightly.

’This never happened.’

As they walked toward the inn, several locals couldn’t help but stare at her curiously.

It wasn’t very common to have visitors, let alone a sorceress. And certainly not a sorceress with wolf ears and a tail.

"Are you from the Guild?" the old man from the village finally asked.

"Yes."

She nodded vigorously. She quickly pulled a small scroll out of her pocket.

"My name is Arlene."

"...I see."

Arlene let out a little cough.

"To put it simply... I’m here because we received a report about missing livestock. They say it’s been going on for several days."

The smiles slowly faded from the villagers’ faces.

"Not just cattle, but also dogs and goats. Even one of our horses went missing two nights ago. But we found no blood or tracks—as if something... had swallowed them up."

Arlene stopped smiling. All the effort she had put into calming the town’s atmosphere had completely vanished. Her expression turned completely serious.

She slowly looked up at the forest surrounding the town; the wind was gently rustling the treetops.

At first glance... it looked like a perfectly normal forest.

But the young woman felt a slight chill run down her spine.

Something... wasn’t right in there.

But none of them could have imagined that a pair of red eyes was silently watching the town.

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