The Ferrari tore down the road; Richard floored it to two hundred miles per hour and didn’t slow for the curves. Watching Jones, still unconscious, Richard gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles left white marks.The car finally pulled up at a villa on the outskirts.********Blood-red runes bloomed with a crimson light. Crystal pillars connected to eight iron chains, each as thick as a waist, which locked onto Jones’s limbs. Thirteen air conditioners roared at full blast, blasting ice water and cold air to lower his body temperature.A savage aura radiated from Jones. Blood boiled in him like a furnace; he snarled like a beast and let out feral roars.Richard watched from the side, fingers tightening around his black umbrella. “Child, this must come from you. If you endure it, you’ll be reborn.”When a dragonborn’s blood awakens, a violent trigger can provoke the first awakening. If it succeeds, one is reborn; if it fails, one becomes a mindless beast. By Richard’s family cr

Richard, ever efficient, had already begun searching on his tablet.“As you command, my lord. Let me check… The nearest facility is Lighthouse Hospital. A private clinic—famous for its advanced medicine and excellent surgeons. However…”He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a lower voice.“My apologies, sir. This might sound untimely, but our time is limited. The family’s succession ceremony has already begun. The sooner we return, the greater your chance of claiming the patriarch’s seat.”The Dragonborn family’s succession was no election—it was a blood-soaked contest.Every heir could compete, but only one would live to become patriarch.The rest would either die… or be enslaved, their lives bound to the victor’s will.For Jones, who had spent his life among humans, this was a harsh truth.He might possess the purest dragon blood, but he had started far too late.His talents surpassed many of his kin—but in resources, wealth, and influence, he lagged behind them all.“I understan

“Old fox.”Jones exhaled a long, heavy breath as the Cadillac disappeared into the night.He had seen through Raun’s act—every carefully chosen word, every measured sigh.Yet he hadn’t exposed it.Because beneath that politician’s performance, Jones had glimpsed something genuine—Raun’s love for this city.Perhaps that love was small, dwarfed by his ambition.But for Jones, it was enough.He needed an ally—someone who could support him through the next stages of his dragonblood awakening.His mindset had changed.Once, all he wanted was a quiet life—study at Raymonds High, travel the world with the woman he loved, and watch the sunrise in foreign lands.But trouble seemed magnetically drawn to him, arriving one wave after another.Maybe… peace was never something he was meant to have.Jones’s thoughts drifted to his gray, hungry childhood.He was always underfed, his clothes were all hand-me-downs from his younger brother—threadbare, patched, unwanted.Even those, he couldn’t wear whe

Unlike the deep, resonant growl of the Ferrari, the Lamborghini’s engine roared with a wild rhythm—like the pounding of war drums. Each burst of ignition sent a pulse of energy through the car, igniting a rush of adrenaline that made the driver’s blood burn with excitement.The Lamborghini sped down the avenue, coming to a smooth stop in front of the Hermès boutique.“Jones, this feels… a little too extravagant,” Bob said hesitantly as he looked up at the elegant storefront. “We’ve already spent more today than I’ve seen in my entire life. If we buy clothes now, I’ll start feeling guilty for making you spend so much.”Jones chuckled. “Relax, brother. This is nothing to me. Remember how we used to run for our lives, beaten and humiliated by those guys? Honestly, it was pathetic. But now? We’ll drive back to Raymonds High in style—decked out in designer clothes and luxury cars. Let’s make them choke on their own regret and fear.”Before Bob could reply, several enthusiastic clerks had a

Lead-colored clouds smothered the sky. The violent storm that had begun the night before showed no sign of stopping.Police cars with flashing sirens cleared the way, escorting the Lamborghini driven by Jones and Bob.From above, more than a dozen patrol cars looked like loyal guards, tightly encircling Jones. And as the Lamborghini advanced, the clouds seemed to retreat in fear—sunlight breaking through at last, spilling down onto Jones and Sara in the passenger seat.Sara gazed at Jones with quiet fascination. There was something mysterious about him—something unknowable—that drew her in beyond resistance.The convoy drove straight through the front gates of Raymonds High School. Security guards stepped aside instinctively, respectfully clearing the path. Across the campus, students and teachers alike turned their attention to the heart of the procession—to the two extravagantly luxurious Lamborghinis.“Who’s in those cars?”“Did another powerful family’s heir enroll here?”“With po