The distinction between pure-blooded dragons and lesser draconic breeds.
It is not merely a matter of bloodline.
But also the possession of a True Name.
Dragons without True Names remain nothing but mindless beasts—incapable of awakening their ancestral memories or wielding the exclusive magics of dragonkind.
Rex Santos was a noble pure-blooded red dragon.
On the day of its birth, the Dragon Isle of Arlon echoed with its juvenile yet ambitious roar—soft in volume but grand in aspiration, drawing the attention of countless elder wyrms:
"I am the King of All Dragons!"
"The Hellish Wings That Shall Conquer the World!"
"Rex Santos Astarte Nesario Akenologia Kakarogita!"
"World, bear witness to my arrival!!"
Well said, and full of spirit.
The ancient dragons, having lived for untold ages, nodded in approval. A dragon ought to be arrogant—what kind of dragon would it be otherwise?
Then.
They beat Rex Santos senseless.
From that day forth, the young red dragon learned a valuable lesson: arrogance was fine, but knowing when to cower was equally important.
Dragons have little familial attachment.
What drives them is the pursuit of power, an insatiable greed for treasure, and an obsessive craving for glory.
In short.
Every pure-blooded dragon aspires to stand atop the world.
And views its kin as rivals.
Even a hatchling that so much as hints at such ambitions will receive a most "loving" education.
"Damn those old fossils!" Deep within a dry cavern on the outskirts of the Dragon Isle, the young red dragon curled up, its slit pupils burning with resentment.
It made a vow.
One day.
It would outlive every last one of those ancient wyrms.
Why not challenge them directly? Because the red dragon feared it might lose.
"I, Rex Santos, am invincible!!!" After this self-encouragement, the dragon promptly fell into a deep slumber.
Pure-blooded dragons are true ageless beings.
Their lifespans stretch across millennia.
Their growth is painfully slow.
From hatching to full maturity, centuries—if not millennia—pass.
By that same measure, waiting for a dragon to die of old age requires even more patience.
Rex Santos had assumed it would take thousands of years to outlive the elder dragons. But reality had other plans.
The gods waged war over faith.
Races clashed in endless conflict.
Blood and fire consumed the world.
In the cataclysmic war that followed, the Golden Dragon God emerged as one of the rulers of the celestial realm.
Dragonkind, however, suffered devastating losses—only a handful of elders and younger dragons like Rex Santos remained.
"Those old things…"
The red dragon scratched its scaly head with a claw, sending sparks flying, its expression dazed. "They’re all… dead?"
Its draconic gaze swept across the endless wasteland of ruins, where gray flames raged, painting a scene of utter desolation.
Blood formed rivers.
Bones piled into mountains.
Countless souls streamed into the underworld.
It was happy—for it was now one of the few pure-blooded dragons left on the isle.
The time to reign supreme had come.
Yet it was silent, unsure how to process the devastation before it.
Lying at the heart of the Dragon Isle, it stared at the azure sky, the images of the fallen gods and the elder dragons flashing through its mind. Strangely, it didn’t feel as triumphant as it had expected.
"Fools! This hoard is MINE!"
"Come, let us battle!"
"My claws grow sharper, stronger, fiercer—none shall stand before me!"
The distant roars snapped Rex Santos back to reality. The remaining dragons were fighting over the treasures of the deceased.
At this realization.
The red dragon could no longer stay idle.
With a furious flap of its wings, it charged into the fray, bellowing: "Out of my way! These treasures belong to ME!!!"
Grief was forgotten.
The red dragon’s eyes had transformed into the shape of gold coins.
Many years passed.
Time tempered the dragon, and Rex Santos entered its prime—its scales vast and unyielding, its visage fearsome, its breath capable of reducing all to ash.
It had achieved its childhood dreams.
Wealth, piled into mountains.
Status, the pinnacle of dragonkind.
Power, second only to the Saints and the gods themselves.
It all felt like a dream.
To the red dragon, it had merely taken a few long naps, and before it knew it, the world had changed around it.
Rex Santos was content with this life.
Eat.
Sleep.
When bored, raid human kingdoms for loot.
What more could a dragon ask for?
Its ambitions were simple—perhaps, if fortune favored it, the Dragon God might grant it a minor divine title.
Even the weakest god was eternal.
Then.
It could sleep forever.
But that dream shattered the day the celestial realm collapsed, the gods perished, and a terrifying figure stood atop their corpses.
"It’s… it’s HER!!!"
The red dragon instinctively prostrated itself.
Trembling.
Its expression drained of color.
Above, the stars dimmed into nothingness as the Witch’s presence plunged the heavens into an abyssal night.
Yet her eyes burned.
Cold, golden orbs gazed down from the void, and with a single glance, Rex Santos fainted on the spot.
"WAH! Spare me, great one!"
The dragon wept as it collapsed.
When it awoke, the world had changed beyond recognition.
Rex Santos had planned to rally the remaining dragons and carve out a draconic empire in this new, godless world.
But before it could act, a surge of spacetime energy whisked it away.
Transported to Earth.
Crushed beneath Li Wanshou’s finger.
Gently tapped by Xu Xi.
Drained of blood by the Five Supreme Ones.
Life on Earth was… eventful.
At least, that’s how Rex Santos described it to Xu Xi: "Splendid! Marvelous! Earth is paradise—I’ve forgotten all about the Dragon God!"
The words were half-true.
It longed to escape, yet couldn’t resist the treasures and elixirs offered by Earth’s inhabitants.
"A Demigod…"
"I’ve become a Demigod…"
"If I just leech a bit more from these Dragon Speakers, I’ll ascend to godhood and flee!"
"The cosmos is vast—anywhere is home!"
With a haughty snort, the dragon marched into its treasure hall.
Its wings spread, gathering gold coins into a makeshift pillow.
"Hehehe… my precious hoard~" Rex Santos giggled foolishly before burying its head in the mountain of riches and drifting into slumber.
This was its private domain.
Its Demigod sanctuary.
In recent years, the red dragon had gathered many lesser dragons, easing its blood-donation duties while amassing faith for its ascension.
Yet to this day.
No other dragon—nor human—had ever set foot in this treasure vault.
Except Xu Xi and the Five Supreme Ones.
Because Rex Santos couldn’t refuse them.
"Wait, no!" The dragon jolted awake. It was a majestic, peerless red dragon—how could it succumb to such laziness?
Merely feeling drowsy, and it had dozed off?
Unacceptable.
With a huff, it scrambled up and dragged over a colossal crystal from the corner—gleaming, radiant, and utterly irresistible.
And thus.
The Red Dragon was finally satisfied.
Contentedly clutching the crystal pillar, it rested its head upon mountains of gold and seas of silver, drifting into a deep slumber amidst its vast hoard of treasures.
Pure bliss~~
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
