Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

POV The good soldier Sveik:

Sveik's hand trembled, the rifle almost slipping from his sweaty grip as he peered through the thickening smoke. Explosions boomed and gunfire crackled, creating a symphony of chaos around him. His finger twitched nervously above the trigger.

"Graah!" From the distance, a primal growl shook the ground, mingling with the shrill screams of pain and the relentless sound of shooting.

Sveik gasped for air, his chest tight with fear. Even blinded by the smoke, he sensed the alien creature's approach, its ominous presence sending shivers down his spine.

'It's just a nightmare,' he whispered to himself, desperately wishing for the surreal horror to dissolve. But the relentless explosions, the sharp scent of burning, and the metallic taste of fear in his mouth anchored him in the grim reality.

Rockets burst overhead, their fiery trails briefly illuminating the hellscape. Sveik's body locked up, his teeth chattering uncontrollably as he caught a glimpse of the beast.

Amidst the flames, the creature rose, its black, metal-like armor shimmering red in the firelight. Golden eyes glowed menacingly, set within an armor adorned with mystical, hypnotic patterns.

Their eyes met, and Sveik felt a cold dread settle in his stomach. The monster moved with a terrifying grace, its powerful hind legs cracking the concrete runway, while its front wing appendages, unusually structured for both flight and maneuvering on the ground, tore through the airbase like scythes through wheat.

"Ahhh!" Sveik's scream was lost in the cacophony as he fired blindly. Each blast from his rifle was a small victory against the paralyzing terror. Adrenaline surged, his eyes burning with a mix of fear and determination.

"Die!" His voice cracked, and the mantra repeated with each squeeze of the trigger. Bullets sparked against the creature's armor, as ineffective as throwing stones against a mountain.

The monster's nonchalance stoked a fiery anger in Sveik, burning away the remnants of his fear. 'The eyes, aim for the eyes,' he thought, recalling every cinematic showdown he'd ever seen.

He took a moment, steadying his shaking hands. The creature's massive form loomed, an easy target, but the eyes were a challenge. 'Don't miss,' he cautioned himself, focusing on the golden orbs.

He held his breath, the world narrowing to just him and the beast. The trigger gave way under his finger.

A gunshot echoed, followed by a pained roar that vibrated through Sveik's bones. Blood spurted from the creature's eye, a small victory in the face of impending doom.

Triumphant, Sveik laughed, "Haha! Die!" But his next pull yielded only a hollow click.

His triumph shattered, replaced by a sinking realization, 'I am going to die here!'

The monster's roar turned into a spiteful hiss, spewing a stream of greenish acid.

Sveik's eyes widened just before the liquid engulfed him. A searing pain unlike anything he'd ever known consumed him, his world dissolving into an agonizing blur.

POV ???:

Dozens of screens on the wall flickered with video feeds of widespread destruction. In the massive underground chamber, its ceiling towering almost three floors high, officers in purple military uniforms stood transfixed, their attention locked not on the screens but on the massive metallic entrance doors.

The heavy metal doors groaned under an unseen force, each thunderous bang sending waves of trepidation through the bunker. Amidst the palpable fear, men and women exchanged uneasy glances, silently acknowledging their grim reality.

Grand Corporate President Kidokaiser, encased in his protective box of bulletproof glass, gripped the edge of the table, his fingers betraying a tremor. Despite his fear, he maintained a stoic posture, representing unyielding dignity for his country, and his race.

"They have breached our last defenses. We have been defeated," he declared solemnly, his voice tinged with grief that echoed the collective despair in the room.

With a final, ear-splitting clang, the doors collapsed inward, sending a cloud of dust swirling. Kidokaiser's heart threatened to break free from his chest, yet his face remained a mask of composed leadership.

As the guards tensed, weapons at the ready, Kidokaiser raised a hand in a gesture of restraint. "There is no reason for that. Let us act like civilized people," he said, his voice steady even as his mind echoed, 'As if we could stop those monsters.'

His gaze locked onto the humanoid figures in the doorway, slowly entering the presidential bunker. Clad in armor that appeared lifted from ancient history, they wielded primitive-

bladed weapons.

Yet, Kidokaiser remembered the camera footage and the ease with which these bulletproof beings had wrought destruction.

'What a shame to be beaten up by someone armed with a freaking sword.'

The lead figure, draped in dark, knight-like armor and brandishing a glowing spear, stepped forward.

The lead figure, draped in dark, knight-like armor, brandished a glowing spear and uttered something in an unfathomable language, "Szco pán suká? #?! waifu. ?!### amogus! #!!!! Senpai &#!". The sound of it sent an involuntary shiver down Kidokaiser's spine.

"Sir, it seems like there..." Kidokaiser waved at the advisor, making him shut up.

One armored figure began an odd display, hopping around the room and striking dramatic poses in front of the screens and paralyzed military officers. It almost seemed as if he were taking poses for a photoshoot.

Kidokaiser blinked, a mix of horror and incredulity washing over him. 'Are they... mocking us, or is this some bizarre victory ritual?'

Another figure, armored like a hero from an ancient saga, approached the soda dispenser. It struck the machine with calculated precision, and as cans rolled out, each disappeared in a flash of light, seemingly absorbed by the armor.

The absurdity of the scene clashed with the underlying terror, leaving Kidokaiser and his officers in a state of bewildered shock. 'What bizarre priorities these beings have...'

As the surreal tableau unfolded, Kidokaiser couldn't help but watch in fascinated horror as the invaders looted the room, everything from computers to massive screens to entire desks vanishing in flashes of light.

(AN: Yeah... I seriously used references from an old movie from 1925 :D )