I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

In the darkness connected to the World Tree, the Prophet was walking towards the center of the World Tree. The space, formed by overlapping dimensions, seemed endless.

"..."

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the long corridor.

He raised his hand and looked at it. Even in the darkness, he could see the glistening black scales.

"...Lizard."

Black scales sprouted like those of a lizard. His fingernails were sharp like claws, and there was a solid, hardened feeling, as if he were wearing several layers of protective gloves.

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When he touched his head, he felt something unfamiliar and solid. Horns protruded from his skull, resembling a crown.

And behind him, black wings draped limply...

-I will place my bet on you.

After the [Dragon Crouched in the Abyss] shared the essence of its true form with him, the changes in his body were dramatic. The transformation was far more extreme than when he wielded the power of the wolf.

Sssss...

Even now, his arm was slowly being covered in black scales. The sensations from his wings and horns were becoming more vivid.

"..."

He resembled a priest of <Ratatoskr>. If this were a game, he would appear as some sort of hidden final boss, the kind that would only increase the difficulty exponentially.

The sight of himself made him chuckle.

'To think that, at this age, I’d end up looking like some dark, boss-level character in Yggdrasil Gate...'

The type of boss who appears at the very end to backstab everyone.

"..."

Perhaps it was a fitting appearance for the choices he had made.

After all, after all those seemingly endless years, he had chosen to accept the power of the enemy that "they" sought to destroy.

'Enemy and ally... To the World Tree, they were nothing more than whetstones, wearing each other down.'

The distinction between good and evil was a foolish belief. Even the dragons were beings who suffered under the absurdities of the world.