
![[ENG DUB] The Mystical Loong: One True Dragon](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Rumors in the martial world suggest that gaining the favor and assistance of the esteemed and aloof Young Lord of Ferrell International guarantees a swift rise to power. One day, errand boy Simon Carr barges into the boardroom of the Nexus Group under the pretext of needing to deliver an urgent order, effortlessly resolving a corporate crisis with a few words... Thirty years ago, Ms. Wood told me, "If anyone dares to look down on you, you must smash their face, step on their shoulders, and tell them that I, Simon Carr, am born extraordinary and destined to be supreme in this lifetime!

Arthur Lane, the Lane family's fallen prodigy,awakened an F-Rank "Sleepy Worm", the most useless beast soul imaginable. Overnight, the "SSS-Rank Genius" became a joke. His S-Rank fiancée, Nancy Cole, twisted the knife, publicly dumping him to seal his disgrace.But the joke's on them.That "worm"? The Primordial Dragon in disguise. And Arthur's Bronze-level laziness? A carefully crafted mask, forged by ten years of brutal training.Now, as the world laughs... the dragon wakes.

Lucas Brown went to jail for love, yet all he got in return was indifference and betrayal. The fires of rage engulf the heavens and earth... All who dare cross him will soon pay the price!

I was the Falcone family's top consigliere. Their brain. And today, I was walking away—handing over the books to every legitimate business I ran, severing my final tie. My protégé couldn't understand. "You're the future of this family, Aurelia. You can't just leave." I shook my head with a bitter smile. They didn't know. I'd been secretly married to the Don, Vittorio Falcone, for three years. I thought my looks, my mind, and everything I gave him would be enough to win all of his love. A hit at the docks three months ago showed me the truth. I took thirteen bullets. Emergency. I needed the family surgeon—which required Vittorio's direct order. I called him over a dozen times. But when he finally answered, all I heard was a soft, breathless voice on his end. "Vittorio, we haven't cut my birthday cake. Will you hold my hand and cut it with me?" That voice. My best friend. The woman Vittorio once had a crush on. Carina. In the safe house, weak from blood loss, I dug the bullet out myself and had one of my men rush me to a family clinic. Right before they wheeled me into the OR, Vittorio burst in—carrying Carina. Twisted ankle. Needed a doctor. Now. My surgeon was dragged away. The antibiotics came too late. The wound got infected. I fought for my life for a week. When I woke up, I stared at my phone. Not a single message. The tears finally came. I understood. I was just the woman he'd been forced to marry after he was drugged and slept with me. A scandal averted. All he cared about was my value and his reputation. And me? The secret princess of the Rossi family, who gave up everything to build his empire. All for nothing. So I prepared four parting gifts. A celebration of our mutual destruction. Then he'd never see me again.