ROOOOOOOOAAAAR—BZZZZZZT!
Standing alone at the center of his three-mile crimson velvet carpet atop the Three-River Megadam. Twenty-eight-year-old Chosen One Long Aotian burned half of the accumulated luck inside his [Invincible War-God & Ruthless Aura System] to activate his ultimate bloodline trump card!
From the cheap, gold-plated Dragon-King Ring on his right index finger erupted a blinding pillar of gaudy, neon-yellow light. At the same time, the pre-recorded sound of ten brass trumpets and a thunderstorm blared out of his system’s built-in background-music speakers!
Rising five hundred feet into the night sky behind Long Aotian’s back was the colossal, gold-painted phantom of a Rank 7 Late Four-Clawed Flood-Dragon!
Although the phantom was actually just a mutated river-serpent spirit that Long Aotian’s system had spray-painted with golden aura. Moreover, Given a pair of fake cardboard-looking horns so he could brag about being a “True Dragon Sovereign” in front of mortal soldiers, the coercive pressure it released across the dam parapet was genuine Rank 7 Late Soul-Suppression!
“KNEEL BEFORE THE TRUE GOLDEN DRAGON!”
Long Aotian spread his arms wide, his white suit-coat flapping around his elbows as he glared down at the fifty live broadcast cameras, General Su Dingfang. The five hundred elementary school children at the base of the rainbow water-slides.
