The moment I opened my eyes…
I saw the ocean.
An endless, boundless sea stretched before me, its dark waters reflecting the pale silver glow of the moon above. Waves rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion, crashing gently against the cliff beneath my feet.
The night was quiet.
Too quiet.
I stood at the edge of a coastal cliff, the cold wind brushing against my skin, carrying with it the scent of salt and something deeper… something ancient.
The moon hung high in the sky, its light bathing the world in silver.
For a moment—
I simply watched.
"I was born… at night."
My voice was soft, almost unfamiliar to my own ears.
A thought formed naturally within my mind.
"With the silver light of the moon above… and with the help of my mother…"
The memories surfaced again.
Fragments. Feelings. Instincts.
The presence of the Silver Dragon King—cold, powerful, ancient.
And the distant warmth of the Angel God—radiant, absolute, divine.
"I need a name."
I looked at the ocean once more.
At the silent night surrounding me.
At the world that did not yet know I existed.
"…Silent Night."
The name felt right.
I sat down on the edge of the cliff, my long silver hair swaying in the wind as I watched the sea below. Occasionally, massive shadows moved beneath the surface—fish-type soul beasts gliding through the depths, their presence faintly visible even from this height.
Everything felt… distant.
As if I didn't fully belong to this world.
"I don't have my own memories…"
I murmured softly.
What I had instead—
Were theirs.
I closed my eyes.
And sorted through the memories I had inherited.
From my mother, the Silver Dragon King—
I gained knowledge of elements, balance, and the fundamental laws of the world. I could feel the flow of wind, the weight of earth, the pulse of water, the heat of fire.
I understood instinctively how to control them.
From my mom, the Angel God—
I inherited divine awareness. Faith. Authority. The understanding of how belief itself could become power.
But none of those memories were truly mine.
"I was just born…"
Behind me—
Far beyond the horizon—
Something extraordinary was happening.
I turned slightly.
In the distance, stretching high into the sky, a massive golden pillar of light rose upward like a bridge between heaven and earth.
It was magnificent.
Overwhelming.
"That's…"
I didn't need to think.
I already knew.
"That's Mom."
The Angel God was consolidating her divine position.
Absorbing faith from across the continent.
And yet—
I could feel it too.
A faint stream of that golden energy flowed into me, merging seamlessly with my body.
Warm.
Endless.
I raised my hand slightly, watching the subtle glow flicker across my fingers.
"You're wondering why I can absorb this… even though they're not worshipping me."
I whispered to myself.
The answer came naturally.
"When Mom ascended… Mother used her power to place me within her."
"In that moment, I absorbed a portion of that faith."
That connection had never been severed.
Now—
Whenever someone worshipped the Angel God…
A fraction of that faith would flow into me as well.
Which meant—
I had no bottleneck.
"No limits…"
A faint smile appeared on my face.
"I was born as a god."
Even if—
Right now—
I was only at the level of a god servant.
Still…
That was enough.
I slowly stood up.
The wind grew stronger.
The waves below crashed harder.
And for the first time—
A question appeared in my mind.
"…Where should I go?"
The world was vast.
Unknown.
"…What should I do?"
I fell silent.
One thought appeared instinctively.
"Mom."
But just as quickly—
I shook my head.
"I can't go to her."
My expression became serious.
"If I go to Mom… and the God Realm discovers me…"
"…they will kill me."
Not just me.
"They might even kill her."
I clenched my fists.
From Mother's memories, I already understood everything.
The war.
The fall of the Dragon God.
The fear the God Realm had toward dragon-kind.
"If they find out I'm her child…"
"…a child of the Silver Dragon King…"
It would not end well.
"For Mom."
"For Mother."
"For me."
I exhaled slowly.
"No…"
"I can't go there."
Silence returned.
Then—
I turned.
Far in the distance, along the shoreline, I could faintly see signs of life.
Lights.
Movement.
A village.
"…Humans."
After a brief moment of hesitation—
I began walking.
Each step felt natural.
Effortless.
But something was wrong.
My appearance.
I stopped.
Looked down at myself.
Wings.
Scales.
Horns.
Tail.
"…Too obvious."
I raised my hand slightly.
Power flowed.
From my body, a soft silver glow emerged, blending seamlessly with a faint golden light. My dragon features slowly receded—hidden beneath a thin veil of energy.
My wings vanished.
My horns disappeared.
My tail faded from sight.
Even the scales along my skin became invisible.
Now—
I looked human.
A tall, beautiful girl with long silver hair and deep purple eyes.
I glanced at my body again.
"…Clothes."
With a thought—
Fabric formed.
A simple yet elegant outfit appeared—a black and green dress, light and flexible, yet refined.
"…Good enough."
And so—
I continued forward.
As I approached the village—
Something felt wrong.
The air.
It was heavy.
Dark.
Familiar.
I slowed down.
Then—
I heard it.
Screams.
My eyes narrowed.
When I stepped past the edge of the village—
The scene before me froze my movement.
Fallen soul masters.
They were laughing.
Killing.
Torturing.
Villagers lay on the ground.
Some begged.
Some tried to run.
Some…
Had already stopped moving.
For a moment—
Everything went silent.
And then—
Something inside me stirred.
A feeling.
Deep.
Violent.
My fingers twitched.
My breathing slowed.
And my eyes—
Darkened.
"…This feeling…"
I recognized it instantly.
"Rage."
Not just mine.
It came from my blood.
From my mom.
From the Angel God.