All Chapters of RISE OF THE DRAGON KING!: Chapter 231
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“W-what? So Bintang once proposed?”Bintang’s face remained calm, even as the atmosphere turned slightly unstable. Then the voice of the Supreme Judge rang out.“Maintain order, so this trial may proceed. Personal or family matters are to be settled elsewhere…”The Supreme Judge unrolled a scroll.“Bintang, you are accused of deceiving the people with dangerous medicines, spreading poison under the name of treatment, and damaging the people’s trust in the kingdom. What do you have to say before the charges are read further?”Bintang did not answer immediately. He turned his gaze toward the people filling the hall.“Didn’t I conduct a live broadcast? And didn’t all of you witness it yourselves? If you wish to corner me, then so be it—I will not hesitate to defend myself.”He raised the gold-sealed folder high.“Today, it is not I who is on trial—but the lies that have ensnared this palace. Slander cannot stand against truth. And in my hands… all the evidence lies.”A small cheer rose f
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That night after the trial, the sky over Lotus was veiled in a thin mist. The capital’s streets were crowded with people still talking about the High Judge’s decision. The name of Healer Bintang was praised everywhere, while Arka’s name was cursed on every corner.But for Bintang, the courtroom victory was only the beginning. He sat inside the clinic with several envoys from the Sky Dragon Organization. A large map was spread out before him, red marks indicating possible escape routes Arka might have taken.Zidane, who had just arrived, immediately delivered his report.“Dragon King, we’ve searched the eastern part of the palace. According to our spies, Arka fled with five loyal guards. They escaped through an underground passage connected to the eastern port.”Bintang’s gaze sharpened as he studied the map.“The eastern port… the fastest route to the Eastern Sea. So he’s planning to seek refuge with the Eastern Sea Emperor.”The Goddess of Beauty, sitting beside him, let out a cold h
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Several weeks after Arka was thrown into the underground prison, the atmosphere in the capital of Lotus gradually recovered from the chaos. However, one name continued to echo in every corner of the markets, among the people, and even within the halls of noble families.Bintang, the Divine Healer of Medist.His simple clinic on the main street of Lotus was now never empty. From dawn until dusk, long lines of people stretched endlessly, coming from distant villages just to seek treatment.“Healer Bintang! Please cure my child who has been paralyzed since birth!”“Your medicine saved my husband from snake venom, please accept this offering!”“Divine Medist, we believe only you can help us!”Bintang always received them with a calm smile. His hands and knowledge worked tirelessly, as if he never felt exhaustion. Yet behind it all, he remained firm—never asking for high payment. More often than not, he only took enough for operational needs, returning the rest to the poor.This made the n
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The next morning, shocking news spread rapidly throughout the entire capital of Lotus.“The Divine Medic Bintang is going to propose to Princess Lily!”The rumor made the common people cheer, while the nobles scoffed in disbelief. A commoner physician—no matter how praised he was—daring to challenge noble norms by marrying a royal princess?The meeting hall of Lily’s family was immediately filled with tension. The first time Bintang came, they had successfully rejected him. But this second time?Bintang arrived wearing a simple white outfit embroidered with silver threads. Not a noble’s robe, nor a formal royal ceremonial attire, but clothing that reflected who he was—a physician who stood for the people. Behind him, the Zhao family, who had recently become indebted to him, accompanied him as witnesses and guarantors.The front courtyard of the Hua family estate was filled with invited noble guests. Sharp whispers sliced through the air.“How dare he…”“A common physician wants to mar
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The head of the Hua family stared sharply, his eyes twitching.“A lowly physician… You truly dare to deceive us with a disguise? Calling yourself the Dragon King just because of that robe and golden sword?!”Bintang smiled faintly, his gaze cold.“Do you think I came here to put on a show, Hua Wei Liang?”Deeeegghhh!The entire hall fell silent. No one had ever dared to call the Hua Family Head by his full name—especially not in front of the noble elders.Wei Liang clenched his fists.“How dare you!”But before he could rise, one of Bintang’s entourage stepped forward—a white-haired old man with a sharp, authoritative gaze. He was the Grand Advisor of the Amerta Empire… Bintang’s own grandfather.In a loud voice, he unfurled a large scroll sealed with gold.“Listen well, all of you! This is the Golden Decree of the Amerta Empire, issued directly by the Supreme Council! Within it is recorded the name of the true Dragon King—the sole ruler of the superpower in the western continent!”He
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Bintang nodded slowly, his gaze softening as he looked at the Goddess of Medicine and the Goddess of War, both carrying his children.“Dear, why did you come here? Shouldn’t you be resting in the Celestial Residence…?”Both of his pregnant wives shook their heads gently.“We had strange dreams… One of your disciples seems to be facing a serious problem.”Bintang raised one eyebrow slightly.“Oh? What kind of dream did you see…?”The Goddess of War began to explain. The young man in question—Junaidi—was being held captive by a gambling mafia in his homeland.After hearing everything, Bintang nodded calmly.“Zidane, gather information about my disciple… as detailed as possible. Find his exact location.”Zidane nodded and immediately made a call.Two hours later, a small meeting was held in the Blue Dragon Palace. A recording was shown, revealing Junaidi losing a high-stakes gamble.“If my disciple loses his wealth, that is the consequence of gambling…” Bintang said calmly.“But if they
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The atmosphere at the Gold Table of the Golden Serpent Hall was as tense as a wire ready to snap. Several guards had already pressed their swords against Junaidi’s neck. Gambling King Veyra stood tall, staring at Bintang with arrogance.“If you want your disciple to keep breathing,” Veyra said, “cancel the results of that last wager… and kneel before me.”The nobles and mafia members watching held their breath. They wanted to see whether someone like Bintang would submit—or do something insane.Bintang looked straight at Junaidi, whose face was drenched in sweat and fear. His eyes were sharp, yet his expression remained calm. His left hand slowly reached for his suit…“Very well,” Bintang said flatly. “You want me to surrender?”Veyra grinned widely, thinking he had the upper hand. But that smile vanished in the next split second.Bintang suddenly kicked the chair in front of him and hurled it toward the massive chandelier in the center of the hall.CRAAAAAASH!!!The chandelier came c
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The early dawn sky over the northern border of Jiancin looked pale. A light drizzle fell steadily, dampening the stone road that stretched toward the low mountains. A black van moved slowly through the fog, its headlights dim.Inside, Junaidi still looked restless, occasionally glancing at the rear window.“Master… it seems like there’s a vehicle following us.”Bintang did not respond immediately. He closed his eyes, listening carefully. In the silence, he caught a faint sound in the distance—the low hum of engines trying to stay unnoticed.“Four motorcycles and two cars… they’ve found us,” he said calmly.Junaidi swallowed.“What should we do, Master?”Bintang opened his eyes. His gaze was sharp, composed—as if the rain outside meant nothing.“Relax. They think we’re escaping… when in fact, we’re leading them to the wrong place.”He pressed a small button on the dashboard. Three beeps sounded, activating a hidden system.A few kilometers behind them, one of the pursuing cars suddenly
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The afternoon sky over Jiancin looked gray. Across the towering buildings in the city center, banners bearing the name *Golden Serpent Corporation* fluttered, symbolizing Veyra’s seemingly unshakable economic power. But that afternoon, from a large screen inside his headquarters, Veyra stared at a stream of numbers on his computer—and his face slowly turned pale.“What is this…?”A financial assistant ran toward him in panic. “S-sir! Our transaction systems in overseas markets have suddenly been blocked! All reserve accounts… drained!”“What do you mean drained?”“Zero balance, sir! Even our offshore accounts in the Nation of Jiwa and several allied countries of Amerta… all gone!”Veyra stared at the screen with wide eyes. A single sentence appeared repeatedly across every security system they tried to access:"Revenge isn’t always paid in blood. Sometimes, it’s enough to make you poor." — from Mr. B!Veyra’s voice turned hoarse with suppressed fury. “Who dares…? Who could breach a fi
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The sky over Jiancin that night was not its usual blue. It was dark, dense, and turbulent, as if the sea itself refused to remain calm. Beneath relentless flashes of lightning, an old, unflagged ship cut through the towering waves. On its deck stood a man with blood-red eyes filled with rage. His clothes were torn, his face covered in wounds—but that gaze, the gaze of Veyra, remained as sharp as a blade.He survived.Even though his entire underground network had been destroyed, even though the government was hunting him, and even though Golden Serpent was now nothing but a name—Veyra was not dead.Beside him, a tall, broad-shouldered foreign man lit a cigar and gazed out at the sea. He wore a long black coat with a silver wave emblem on his shoulder. “You’re truly stubborn, Veyra. You’ve lost everything, yet you still refuse to die. What are you chasing now? Revenge?”Veyra wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and smirked. “I lost money, my name, and my honor. But not my memor