At this very moment, far away in the Eastern ancient country of Asia, in a certain city's private high school, a student sat at the bottom of the class rankings.
The bright moonlight shone through the window and into a shared dorm room. A dejected young man was sitting at his computer desk, completely engrossed in a game called "StarCraft."
Suddenly, it was as if he froze. His eyes glowed with a fiery red-golden light, like molten lava, radiating an intense pressure. Rage and fury flickered across his face, as though a storm capable of destroying the world was brewing inside him.
In his eyes, there was anger, and sometimes a vicious expression, but deeper within, there was a hint of sorrow.
Then, under the influence of an unknown force, the light in his eyes faded. His head grew heavy, and he slumped forward onto the desk, falling into a deep sleep.
Beside the dejected young man, a boy suddenly appeared.
The boy looked neat and adorable, dressed in a sharp black suit, white shirt, and black tie. His hair was combed perfectly, his bright eyes clear and clean, his face gentle, with a unique blend of childish innocence and maturity.
"A new White King... has been born?!"
The boy's face was full of disbelief. His red-gold eyes widened, staring fixedly at the bright moon outside the window.
It was as if his gaze could pierce through the layers of clouds and the vast distance, reaching some unknown place. His expression was solemn, yet there was a trace of sadness, as if he were murmuring to himself, "But... why does it feel like something is off?"
The bloodline of the Dragon King carries a deep soul connection.
Just now, he clearly sensed it: the spiritual energy of the entire world was going wild, as if it were celebrating the birth of the 'White King.'
Once the White Emperor of the Dragon Clan, who had been cruelly suppressed and fallen by the Black King thousands of years ago, had now returned in such an abrupt form, announcing his reappearance to the entire world.
The boy felt that at the moment the White King was born, a massive change erupted deep in the collective subconscious of all living beings, like a vast ocean surging and crashing, with thunder and lightning shaking the world. It was like something from an apocalypse, with fiery rain carrying falling stars!
"But who exactly... has become the new White King?"
On the young boy's face, a deep worry appeared, something rarely seen.
Japan, Mount Fuji, Takamagahara.
At the bottom of the well, there were snow-white fungi-covered mountains, trembling under the weight of a great existence.
Suddenly, accompanied by the roar of thunder in spring, the entire mountain collapsed with a tremendous crash.
The shattered rocks fell like raindrops, and a gray-white, monstrous figure appeared, as if a comet rising from the earth, dragging fierce winds and atmospheric pressure that reached the sky.
The visible shockwave of terror spread like the ocean waves stirred by a storm, sweeping across dozens of kilometers.
In an instant, the creature broke the sound barrier!
Boom—!
A thunderous roar rolled through the dark clouds.
At several thousand meters high in the sky, under the moonlight, the gray-white, monstrous creature finally revealed its true form.
Its wings, covered in skin, were still, not needing to flap at all. The surrounding clouds and air currents seemed to lift its great and mysterious figure, standing among the vast sea of clouds, like a holy, pure cross, radiating an indescribable mysterious beauty from within.
Mysterious patterns were carved into its scales, running deep into its flesh, yet extending into the void, as if explaining an unfathomable "truth."
It was the Dragon King, Herzog!
It had succeeded!
It had inherited everything from the White King: the power, the bloodline, even the memories, while keeping its own consciousness.
This was not the White King's reincarnation; this was it replacing the White King and ascending to the throne of the world.
From this moment on, it, the White King Herzog, would stand on the throne of the heavens, which had been empty for ten thousand years, overlooking all the living beings of the world!
Herzog joyfully felt the volcanic-like power surging within.
With every breath, it seemed that the elements of the world moved with its will, rising and falling like the tides.
Even the entire geographical structure of the four main islands of Japan naturally took shape in His mind.
With just a thought, He could trigger earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, causing lava and tsunamis to swallow millions of people, creating unimaginable natural disasters, wielding ultimate power and authority!
Scenes never seen before now appeared before His eyes, displayed in their simplest form.
Red fire, blue water, black earth, and white sky—these were the elements in motion, violently flowing between the sky and the earth.
The chaotic elemental storms caused storms and tsunamis, altering the atmosphere and the environment everywhere.
This was the true power of the Dragon Clan, controlling the world through the elements!
No… it's not just the elements, there's another power!
Herzog was shocked to discover that within this newly reborn White King's body, there was an even more terrifying force.
It was an endless, profound, and dark sea. Every drop of water was like a light or shadow, representing a piece of consciousness, a mark.
Here, the subconscious of all living beings gathered, and the sky above seemed to reflect the spiritual layer of all things.
So... so powerful!
Herzog felt his own power. He could easily manipulate those subconscious minds, and even from this base, he could leverage even greater authority!
"Hahahahahaha…"
Herzog laughed wildly, like a symphony conductor, vigorously waving his arms.
Volcanoes stretched from east to west, spewing hot smoke columns. The columns carried red volcanic ash, resembling the red scales of a black dragon.
The lava, like fiery meteors, cut through the night sky and fell onto the land of Japan, setting fire to human buildings, transforming them into a brutal hell.
Next, a new era would begin. The dragons would awaken, crawling beneath His throne!
Herzog laughed madly, dancing wildly in the clouds, unleashing his power.
With every beat of his wings, it was as if he could trigger lightning from the clouds, bringing down thousands of destructive thunderbolts.
The winds and rains swirled around Him, and everything trembled in celebration—the new White King was born!
His pale golden vertical pupils gazed far out to the distant ocean.
The sharp dragon claws sliced through the air, manipulating the elements of the world. A black tidal wave formed at the horizon, rising into a towering tsunami that advanced toward Tokyo!
Its roar echoed wildly, shaking the clouds!
The sound waves, almost physical, tore apart the clouds in the sky. Then, countless bolts of lightning surged down, as dense as the sea itself, bringing down the wrath of the gods, like a world-ending storm!
It raised its arm high, and the steel-like muscles beneath the dragon scales were revealed!
The divine power, capable of tearing the sky apart, shattered the void, cracking it like a broken mirror!
Its will commanded the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind!
In an instant, Mount Fuji trembled violently, erupting with a cataclysmic flow of molten lava.
A towering pillar of smoke reached thousands of meters high, releasing vast amounts of volcanic ash, resembling falling meteors with flaming tails, scattering across every corner of the city in the night!
"World, kneel before me!"
Herzog tirelessly flaunted his power and strength, showing the majesty and nobility of the White King to the world.
Just as his mood reached its peak, the entire world suddenly froze.
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button. The raging winds, the violent thunder, and even the flowing elements all came to a halt.
This strange scene left Herzog stunned.
How strange... why did he feel an ominous sense?
An overwhelming sense of unease gripped Herzog deeply. He glared angrily with his pale golden vertical eyes, watching everything freeze around him, venting the fury of the White King. But the elements of the world seemed to have slipped beyond his control.
The supreme power flowing through the White King's blood seemed to be slowly... along with his strength and authority, being drawn out of his body!
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