Where does life go when your patron diety is a lazy, troublesome, voyeur?
Answer: you get summoned to another world by a cut-rate world transfer service as a baby dragon and your summoner names you 'Calamity' in what can only be assumed is a fit of chuunibyou.
[AN: Finally managed to get something lighthearted onto paper. I write for myself first, so don't expect consistent updates or any kind of promise of completion. Also, I don't know what kind of content warnings I'll end up using so if something comes up that changes them I'll warn you on the chapter.
This story is meant to be a happy ride. Villians will be villians, good guys will find happiness, MC will probably be overpowered but he's not the focal point of conflict so it should work out.
P.S. I hate boxes]
[AN2: I'm actually doing proper background work on a different story now so expect even less work on this one. What do you mean, deaconsyre? How can you work less than that? SHUT UP! Here, have a chapter.]
