Fearless Dragon
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ding!
The number displayed upon the coin was one. When Dragon Eight stepped forward, that figure became two. Already, the pressure upon him was twice as heavy. That was precisely why Dragon Eight had fallen to his knees with such a force that the earth caved in.
"What kind of geno art is this? It can suppress even the Dragon. I've never heard of something like this before."
"He must have a body that is as mighty as the Dragon! And with a creepy geno art like that? Whoa. Humans are scary things. I wonder where these humans come from?"
"If we are able to claim this race and fold them into our own, they could prove very useful."
The elites, seeing the name Dollar and the race name of Human, looked strange. Ideas began to hatch inside their heads.