Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True

【Bone Dragon】

Level: ???

Health: ??????/??????

Skills: Dragonfire Breath, ???, ???

Weakness: ??

Ye Bai swallowed hard. The bone dragon before her was even more formidable than the Lich Dragonkin—a divine-tier creature beyond level 100. Even after its transformation into an undead, its power hadn’t diminished much. Otherwise, the Lich Dragonkin wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to perform the ritual.

Was her first death going to happen here?

Dying wouldn’t cause her to drop items, but she’d lose experience points. Ye Bai wasn’t sure how it would affect her real-world mental state.

Was there any other way out?

As the Lich Dragonkin floated slowly toward her, Ye Bai, trapped and cornered, found her mind chillingly calm. In those fleeting moments, she rapidly assessed every remaining tool at her disposal, searching for a way to turn the tide.

Potions, Crocodile King’s essence, skills, spell scrolls, the bone dragon, the donkey, the lich, the paper figurine…

Finally, her gaze sharpened, locking onto the dark Codex in the lich’s hands.

She immediately asked the paper figurine on the spell scroll, "The Codex isn’t in my hands—can you still enter it?"

The paper figurine froze for a second before replying, "Yes, but the distance is too great. Forget about me regaining my strength for now—"

At first, the figurine assumed Ye Bai was offering to send it into the Codex. But midway through its sentence, it suddenly paused, eyes widening in realization. "...You mean…?"

"That Lich Dragonkin controls the bone dragon mainly through the power of that Codex, right? How close do you need to be to enter it?" Ye Bai nodded. The moment she saw the Codex, a new "use" for the paper figurine had occurred to her.

Through deliberate experimentation and observation, Ye Bai had pieced together the figurine’s unique traits.

As the only communicable Blood of the Divine, the paper figurine seemed bound solely to her. It could traverse three-dimensional space to enter any text-bearing object Ye Bai touched—like when it had jumped into the spell scroll she held in the Dragon Tomb ruins.

Moreover, when Ye Bai’s eyes focused on text on another medium, the figurine could "leap" between the two within a certain range—just as it had moved from her scroll to the treasure vault’s gate.

Later, inside the vault, Ye Bai had stowed the scroll and used her sword to "draw a circle to imprison" the figurine on the wall, trapping it within the two-dimensional confines of the drawn circle. Only when she left the vault and retrieved the scroll did the figurine escape by jumping between mediums again.

Since then, whenever Ye Bai stored the scroll in her backpack, the figurine couldn’t appear. Even when the scroll was consumed, it remained absent—until she produced a new one, allowing it to manifest once more.

"Thirty meters," the figurine answered, grasping her intent.

"Got it."

As Ye Bai responded, the skeletal hands gripping her feet shifted under the Lich Dragonkin’s control, rising like sentient constructs to form a staircase of bones. They dragged her forward, propelling her toward the lich.

Meanwhile, the colossal bone dragon leaned in, its massive skull looming so close it could swallow Ye Bai whole without even stepping forward.

The Lich Dragonkin’s soulfire flickered with exhilaration. For any lich, the pinnacle of combat prowess lay in resurrecting powerful corpses as undead thralls. To command a once-divine ancient dragon—a being revered as a god by its kind—was a crowning achievement in its eternal existence.

The lesser dragonkin undead here were mindless puppets, unworthy of its regard. But Ye Bai—this mysterious impostor—had unwittingly become an audience for its triumph, sparing it the futility of a victory unseen.

In a rare moment of mercy, the lich granted her what it deemed an honorable death.

The dragon’s maw, now barely twenty meters away, yawned open, revealing jagged fangs and dripping embers of corrosive pale fire. A single stray spark landed on Ye Bai, searing her for a terrifying "-434" damage.

Just as the dragon’s shadow engulfed her, Ye Bai activated [Shadow Step]—clutching the skill tightly—and vanished toward the Lich Dragonkin.

She had held onto this crucial escape skill, saving it for the right moment, because at the time, the distance wasn’t enough to break free from the Skeletal Domain’s range, and even farther away, undead soldiers lurked. Using it now would mean a 10-minute cooldown—far too long for Ye Bai to make her escape.

But in this critical instant, she activated her most vital escape skill, slipping through the shadows and reappearing near the Dragonkin Lich’s bone altar.

“Take this!”

Ye Bai hurled the paper figurine along with the magic scroll, then executed a flawless backward roll in one fluid motion.

The spell scroll unleashed a second-tier ice spell—**[Frost Nova]**—toward the Dragonkin Lich.

“You…?”

The Dragonkin Lich, bewildered, flickered with a ghastly gray light as a wall of bones erupted from the ground. The spell, meant to freeze a wide area and immobilize enemies with its bitter chill, was completely blocked by the bone barrier, leaving the lich untouched.

With a wave of its hand, the bone wall dissolved. The lich turned its gaze toward Ye Bai’s fleeing figure and hissed coldly, “It seems you’ve forfeited my mercy. In that case, you shall be buried forever within my Skeletal Domain. I’ll scatter your bones evenly across its expanse.”

With that, the Dragonkin Lich raised its black tome, preparing to command the Skeletal Domain to consume Ye Bai.

But then—

The ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‍flickering soulfire in its eyes flared in shock as it stared at the tome in its hands.

The Dragonkin Lich, wielder of the tome, had always commanded its power like a sovereign ruler of the undead. Even an ancient dragon could be turned into its undead thrall.

Yet now—in an instant—the connection between the lich and the tome was severed. No, not severed. It was as if the tome’s overwhelming necrotic power had simply… vanished.

**“What?!”**

Under the lich’s stunned gaze, the golden and blood-red inked draconic runes, arcane sigils, and necrotic script on the tome’s pages began to shift and writhe.

The lich’s skeletal fingers brushed against the moving letters, but it could do nothing to stop them. The lines twisted and reshaped, gradually forming… a face.

The portrait retained the tome’s eerie aesthetic—pale, deathly, with a strange, unsettling hint of divinity.

And worst of all—it was **alive**.

The figure brushed a strand of hair from its forehead, its lips—drawn in crimson lines—curving into a smile.

Then it nodded politely at the Dragonkin Lich, as if greeting an old acquaintance.

**“...!!”**

The sheer horror of the sight sent a jolt through even the undead Dragonkin Lich. Its bony hands trembled violently, nearly dropping its most prized possession.

**“What the hell is this?!”**

The lich recoiled, blurting out words unbecoming of its regal demeanor. Despite its terror, it couldn’t bring itself to discard the tome.

Now, the Dragonkin Lich had no mind left for Ye Bai. Stripped of its crown, it glared at the paper figurine in fury and dread.

**“What have you done to my tome?!”**

“Merely borrowing it for a moment. My apologies,” the paper figurine replied courteously. “But rather than worrying about me… you should be more concerned about yourself.”

**“ROOOAAAR—!!”**

A deafening roar erupted from above the Dragonkin Lich. The bone dragon, once obedient to its will, now had wildly unstable soulfire blazing in its eyes.

The skeletal beast turned its head, its frigid gaze locking onto the frozen Dragonkin Lich.

This moment perfectly illustrated the age-old truth: **the villain always falls because they talk too much.**

Among the undead, hierarchy is absolute. The Dragonkin Lich’s ability to control a creature as mighty as an ancient dragon relied entirely on the power of the mysterious tome.

Now that the tome had failed, the backlash was immediate—and brutal.

**“BOOM!”**

The bone dragon unleashed a torrent of spectral flames, engulfing the Dragonkin Lich in an instant.

And it wasn’t stopping there. Enraged, the dragon turned its wrath upon the nearby undead dragonkin, attacking indiscriminately.

**“Hoo…”**

From a safe distance, Ye Bai, now free, raised the Horn of Fury to her lips and blew.

The horn’s damage was negligible—its true value lay in its vast range.

Ye Bai seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deliver a modest assist to the bone dragon currently wreaking havoc—

and in return, to gain a sliver of that ‘modest’ experience for himself.