My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

"We need to tell them to prepare more congratulatory gifts."

Lin Mo muttered this to himself in a casual tone, as if he had suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to close the window before leaving the house.

But the Golden Dragon City Lord beneath their feet clearly didn't think so.

He was trampled on for so long that several of his ribs were broken, and the back of his head was crushed in the gravel.

But his dragon pride was still burning. He was the young dragon city lord personally appointed by Hong Lü. How could he be trampled underfoot by a human?

He struggled with all his might, his dragon claws carving deep trenches in the ground, sending pebbles flying. His golden dragon scales ripped open from the excessive force, the lines of his muscles bulging violently beneath the scales, and a deep dragon roar emanated from his throat.

However, Lin Mo's feet did not move at all, as if a mountain was pressing down on a lizard.

Jinlong's eyes began to swell with blood, and a red mist appeared at the edges of his vision. His breathing became more and more rapid, and he mustered his last bit of strength to push upwards.

Then Lin Mo glanced down at him.

The line of sight is short, the gaze is indifferent; that indifference is not contempt, but a more complete disregard, as if looking at a pebble blocking the way.

Then he suddenly exerted force with his foot and ground it down.

With a crisp crack, the golden dragon's skull shattered like an eggshell, splattering golden dragon blood mixed with white brain matter all over the ground.

His body twitched twice, then went completely limp, his dragon tail slapped the ground weakly, and he never moved again.

The wounded dragons at the foot of the city wall were all stunned.

The murmurs that had been going on just moments before abruptly ceased, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the golden dragon's corpse lying on the ground, its head crushed underfoot.

Then he looked at Lin Mo, who was standing next to the corpse, his black robe untouched by a single drop of blood.

An eerie silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional sound of gravel rolling down a broken wall in the distance.

Lin Mo kicked off the crumbs on his boots, turned around, and looked at A Jin, who had been silent all along.

"Do you want to be the Dragon Emperor?"

Akin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wasn't stupid, of course. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong when Lin Mo brought him to the Dragon Domain.

If we're going to fight, it would be more appropriate to bring all the golden dragons.

But Lin Mo insisted on bringing only him, specifying his name and refusing to discuss it further if he didn't.

Now that the phrase "Do you want to be the Dragon Emperor?" has been uttered, all the hints have become explicit statements.

His Majesty has come to replace the personnel.

Drag that disobedient old man off the dragon throne and replace him with an obedient one of your own.

And that "one of our own" was none other than Ah Jin.

But the Dragon Emperor?

He never thought of it.

He opened his mouth, his lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, someone at the foot of the city wall spoke in a low voice: "Isn't that the person from the light screen not long ago?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true—I remember his name was Lin something... Oh right, Lin Mo!"

"The one in Saint's Village?"

"Yes! That's the one! The one who publicly beheaded several lords in the meeting!"

"He didn't just kill the lord, he even killed the archbishop of the Papacy, and exposed all the dirty deeds of the Papacy in front of the whole continent."

"I heard he's now the emperor of the human empire, having destroyed the previous empires and established a new dynasty. He's ruthless."

"What is he doing in our Dragon Realm at this time?"

……

Discussions arose one after another as more and more dragons recognized Lin Mo.

They sized up the new human emperor, their eyes filled with a mixture of wariness, curiosity, and a barely perceptible glimmer of hope.

At a time when they are being slaughtered by their own kind and oppressed by the Golden Dragons, the appearance of someone who dares to directly challenge the Holy See in the Dragon Realm carries a very subtle meaning.

Lin Mo ignored the comments.

His gaze remained fixed on Ah Jin, his dark eyes showing neither urging nor expectation, but simply a calm wait.

He asked a second time: "You... want to be the Dragon Emperor?"

This time, Akin did not remain silent.

He raised his head and said firmly, "My mission is to ensure that the Golden Dragon Clan produces a Dragon Emperor. But my ideal is to strive for a better life for the Dragon Clan... Therefore, Your Majesty—I want to be the Dragon Emperor."

Lin Mo looked down at the top of his head for a moment, then reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

"That's enough."

If Akin says "yes" without hesitation, then he only wants to be emperor.

If he absolutely refuses to say "I want to," then he lacks a sense of responsibility.

But he stood among the ruins for a long time, seeing many things he shouldn't have seen, and then gave Lin Mo an answer that even he himself probably didn't know he had.

Such a person may hesitate before sitting on the dragon throne, but will no longer hesitate after sitting on it.

This is exactly the kind of material the Dragon Emperor wants.

Lin Mo withdrew his hand, turned around and strode towards Dragon City, his black robe casting a long shadow on the ground covered with rubble and broken dragon scales.

"Then let's go, let's take office in Longcheng."

A Jin stood up, took a deep breath, and strode to catch up with Lin Mo.

……

At this moment, deep within the Dragon Realm lies Dragon City, the largest city.

The palace deep within Dragon City.

Hong Lü sat on the dragon throne he had longed for for decades, but his bottom felt like it was being pricked by needles, and he couldn't sit comfortably no matter how he sat.

He was hunched over, his fingers running through his gray hair, his eyes fixed on the ground, his lips trembling.

"It's over...it's over...we've really offended that jinx..."

The sound bounced back and forth in the empty hall, but no one answered.

A long spear stood beside the dragon throne.

The gun body is entirely black gold, with a prismatic crystal embedded at the tip, from which a faint black shadow can be seen slowly floating.

The phantom trembled violently amidst Hong Lü's mutterings, then floated out from the tip of the spear, solidifying into a blurry humanoid outline.

His features were indistinct; all that could be discerned was his tall stature and imposing presence. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Hong Lü, who was curled up on the dragon throne.

To be precise, that posture was called looking down, and that look was called disdain.

"What are you afraid of? So what if you shattered a demigod's soul? You're going to be the Dragon Emperor, can't you act like one?"

Hong Lü raised his head, his lips twitched twice, and his face was full of regret.

"Lord Dragon God, you don't understand. What I fear isn't that demigod soul, but that little bastard named Lin Mo. He's so young, yet he's already wreaked havoc on the entire continent. He destroyed the Holy Ancient Empire, he stripped the Holy See bare in front of the whole continent, and he even beheaded a great archbishop like Zhi Yun as easily as slicing a radish. He's only in his early twenties! I've lived for over three hundred years, and I've never seen such an unreasonable person."

At this point, he slapped his thigh hard, his face filled with regret.

"If I had known things would turn out this way, I should have told you to stop back then!"

The phantom of the Dragon God snorted coldly.

That cold snort contained both disappointment in Hong Lü and a high degree of confidence in his own judgment.

"When I was first labeled a great demon by the entire continent, I panicked too. But what happened next? I killed those who deserved to die, and those who deserved to surrender surrendered. In the end, didn't this continent still revere me as the Dragon God? He can only cause unrest on the continent because he hasn't encountered anyone stronger than him yet. When he comes, we'll just kill him, won't we?"

He probably thought his words were so bold and inspiring that they were enough to revive Hong Lü's trembling heart.

But Hong Lü only had one thought in his mind.

You were a demigod when you were alive, but now you're just a remnant soul. Are the two of us really enough to defeat him alone?