In my previous life, I had a pet dog when I was ten years old.

It was a brown dog, not big in size, but not too small either, that my mother had brought back from my grandmother's house and had been raised from a cub to a six-year-old child.

When I was fifteen years old, my mother died of illness, and my father was incompetent and angry, just because I was in adolescence at that time, and I often talked back to my mother, so he blamed me for everything.

I was isolated in a small room, a small room that didn't even have a wardrobe.

There was only one dog with me, whose name was also Storm.

Although I was barely admitted to high school, I was left to live with relatives because of loneliness, and I suffered from autism.

I was separated from Storm in my year of high school.

It was taken to a relative's house to keep me company, and at first I could play with it happily when I came back from vacation every week.

Until one time, I saw him being bullied by other local dogs in the village, and because I was afraid, I was indifferent, so I witnessed its tragic death.

It was crushed to death by a three-wheeled motorcycle.

It could have escaped, but the earth dog that crushed it under it killed it, making it miss the time to escape, and it was too late to react.

I was there watching and it took a long time to go over and drag his body into a nearby garbage dump and throw it away.

At that time, I thought that if I scrapped something, I just threw it away, and the dog was just a toy for me.

But then I regretted it.

My life was a lot more lonely after losing the violence, and every time I came home, there was no familiar dog wagging its tail at me and playing with me when I was bored.

I went through a difficult time like this, and I still remember the feeling of falling into an endless abyss, with no hope in sight, and melancholy tormenting my soul like a brand.

I felt inferior because of the disgust and contempt in the eyes of my relatives, and the only thing that was friendly to me was a dog, and he left me.

Later, due to depression, I became out of place with my classmates and voluntarily dropped out of school.

Relatives drove me back to my father, who was alone and looking for a new woman.

He brought the women outside home and tried to please them in front of me.

But because the other party inadvertently found me huddled in the room and left in disgust, my father began to rage at my impotence again.

At that moment, I felt that there was never any love or affection in the world, except for the love given by my mother.

I felt like I had lost everything.

I thought if my father had cared more for me and cared about my life at that time.

If the storm is still there and accompanies me, then I will definitely regain my confidence and continue to go to school.

Then I died.

couldn't stand the scolding of his family and committed suicide by jumping off the building.

I don't think that daddy who is full of women will feel sad for me, right?

I wanted to see my mother and seek comfort, but I stumbled into this different world.

Hey, what kind of person am I?

It's kind, after all, the family education of the two lives is very important to influence me, and I want to be an honest person.

But I understand that honest people will only be suppressed by others and bullied everywhere, no matter what the world is.

Before I met Rodney, Lilith and Hikari, I didn't believe anyone would like me and take the initiative to treat me.

They kind of changed me.

So now, I'm a little sentimental.

Because of the regret of the violent life in my previous life, now, even if it is some small things around me, I don't want to lose it.

In this life, I have another pet named Storm, but it is different from the previous life, it is not a dog, it is a dragon.

A similar plot played out again in front of me, and I was now too scared to go and save it.

If I escape, then it will surely die, just like the violent in the previous life.

This is a regret that lingers in my heart.

If I had saved it in the past, would it have been able to avoid the fate of death and make up for it?

Not necessarily.

The frost dragon is too powerful, it's a dragon, and I'll die if I pass it.

But I don't want to watch the things around me pass away like this, even if it's not human, but it's a living life.

I wanted to do something.

Hey, I'm really a little sentimental, and I really hate this self now.

"Let's go, what are you doing!"

Aaron tugged at my collar vigorously.

I watched as the frost dragon approached the fury, raising its massive front paws, ready to swing down.

That's when I made a bold decision.

A bolt of lightning was shot out by me with my wand, striking the frost dragon's chrysanthemum impartially.

It shuddered violently, let out a heart-rending scream, and turned its head sharply at me.

Sorry for the storm, I can only do so much for you.

I gathered my magic once more and shot a powerful bolt of lightning that struck the frost dragon's head,

Visibly annoyed by me, it twisted its massive body and flapped its wings at me.

Aaron was so angry that he scolded, "Fakesquid, what are you doing to attract it, run away!"

I was dragged by him and ran in the direction of the exit.

Seeing that we were about to successfully escape, with the size of the frost dragon, it was impossible to get out of the hole and chase us.

But at this moment.

The rapidly sinking cold covered the entrance to the cave, creating a thick wall of ice that blocked the only way out.

It's the Frost Dragon.

It spewed out a cold mist and managed to stop us.

Aaron and I stopped at the same time, looking at each other in despair.

"It occurred to me that the Red Dragon and the Frost Dragon are two opposing creatures, and every time you release a violent outburst, you will inevitably attract something related to the Frost Dragon, which is why we were attacked by the Blue-tailed Lizard on the road."

Aaron Road.

My voice trembled with urgency, "But now we know what's the use of this, we're going to die."

"It's not your fault, you have nothing to do with that guy, or we would have gone out a long time ago." Aaron blamed loudly.

But he paused, looked at the approaching frost dragon, and drew his iron sword, "It's my fault, I should have listened to you at first, and left early."

"Boom!"

The frost dragon's massive body landed in front of Aaron's eyes and me, and a terrifying chill came to its face, and it stared at us with its neck raised and its teeth bared.

I was trembling with fright, and I turned my head to see that Aaron's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the situation was not much better than mine.

"Hey, my tooth hurts!" I clutched my cheeks and said suddenly.

"It will hurt more than just our teeth, but if we are bitten to death by the frost dragon, any of us will hurt."

Aaron's voice was very low, and he took a deep breath and said, "This guy doesn't know why, he just looks at us, but he doesn't attack, and now, we use our respective plug-ins to hit it, don't you have anything...... Fantasizing about magic, turning into a hot weapon and trying it out?"

My tooth hurt more and more intensely, and I was in no mood to pay attention to his words for a while.

"Ugh...... Damn, what's going on, my teeth, like someone is pounding with a hammer, well—it hurts—ah!"

I was pulled in some way, and my mouth opened violently.

A blue beam of light erupted from my mouth, right in front of the frost dragon.

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