Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

Deep in a green and lush forested region full of majestically terrifying beasts and beautiful exotic man-eating plants was a devilishly handsome man. The man had long legs and broad shoulders, carrying an incredibly majestic air, with long ruby red hair, perfect muscles, and even-toned brown skin. He was currently sitting cross-legged on a tree stump. Surrounding this man was a dense scarlet-golden atmosphere in the shape of an enormous dragon's head. Inside the draconic aura, hieroglyphic symbols danced and swam around as if they possessed a life of their own. After a while, the bright blue skies suddenly darkened out of nowhere. A scarlet lightning bolt shot out from the handsome man's body into the heavens, where miles and miles of storm clouds were suddenly condensing.

ROAR~~

An earth-shattering dragon's roar came from the sky as the scarlet lightning once again plummeted into the man's body in an explosion of light. After several minutes the light faded, revealing a ten-foot-tall colossal man with dense muscles that looked like they were carved from steel. His skin the crimson in color and his eyes were feral and scarlet-golden. Two silver dragon horns sat on the crown of his head, as he kneeled in front of that handsome man.

"Master… big brother," came the deep and powerful voice of this iron tower-like man. His voice was full of trepidation and confusion. "We are…alive? We are… inside Pluto? The air here tastes… different."

"Indeed, it is different. Very different," responded the handsome man as he stood up, and tried to pat the giant on the shoulder, but his hand only made it right above the giant's elbow. "But yes, this is the Pluto Secret Zone on Xena. Merely, someone had clearly altered this place. The origin power here and seven times greater than before.

"Anyway, this no longer matters. Time moves differently down here than in the mortal realms. A month in the immortal realms is equal to ten years in the mortal realms. Originally, without my special means the trip from there should take over a year, and then reach here from the upper realm gateway should take another few months.

"Once they reach this galaxy, their realms will be restricted and they'll have to pass through customs. Even though for them the trip will take a bit over a year and nine months, for us it should be 210 years from now that Kiya and that traitor arrive here to settle down. However, in reality, my boy should only be around two years old by then…sigh. How many years must I wait to tell him goodbye…"

"Brother Meno," blurted the crimson iron tower-like man, "I sense True Dragon auras, at least ten of them. There is a dragon clan on this star now. How could this be?"

"Many things have changed here, Amen," replied the handsome man called Brother Meno. "All right, follow me. I will tell you more on the way."

The Pluto Secret Zone is located on a secluded life star in a random galaxy of the mortal realms and was once a paradise for mortals and low-level beasts. The purpose of the zone was to serve as a hidden base for the hybrid clans born from the declining divine bloodlines. At the fall of that last era, there was a great war involving the entire universe. At the end of the war, the divine races separated this universe into three main realms containing hundreds of subsidiary zones. They are known as the Mortal, Immortal, and Celestial Realms.

For this reason, this war later became known as the Great War of the Realms.

The almighty Hero race, rulers of the laws of fate and once known as the most potent race under divinity, have all but gone extinct in the upper realms after the Great War of the Realms. The last of hero kind is found only in the mortal realms, where humans were the vast majority if one did not count the monster race. After hundreds of years, whenever the outcasts of the Celestial Realms' divine races copulated with the denizens of the lower realms, hybrid clans came into being. With no race to claim as their own, these hybrid clans were known as the Fey.

The lower races often shunned those born Fey, and the upper races even disdained them. Even worse, if any of the divine races were to encounter a fey clan born of their kin, that fey clan would either be blessed into divinity or obliterated. There was no in-between. Many were unaware of the reason behind this, but Brother Meno knew that there was only one valid reason.

Fey clansmen who possessed the blood of heroes, possessed limitless potential. Humanity had initially been a race with the most compatible lifeblood in existence, as the power of fate blessed it. Due to their eternal samsara, they could reproduce with almost any race. They could also assimilate the soul and lifeblood power of any race, at a price. Hence, the divine races considered fey with hero blood as a hero still. To the divine races, heroes with fey blood had to be eliminated. It would be too late if they let the hero race rise once again, fiercer than ever before. The fear that the divine races held towards humanity became a prejudice that all races had against the fey in general, including the fallen hero race itself.

The Pluto Hidden Zone was meant to be a hidden refuge for the fey, especially those of hero descent. However, now this zone was a dangerously unstable zone full of the purest power of origin. This once artificial world had at some point, evolved into an authentic life star level area, and its level as such was rising every year. Meno Morpheus Riot was one of the immortal pioneers who helped to open this secret realm, and it was he who chose its secluded location. As a member of one of the strongest divine races to ever exist, Meno did not fear the fey. He went out of his way to cultivate them. Meno was a scientist researching to find the most powerful bloodline in existence. He believed humanity held the key. Most warriors of the immortal realms had no idea such a zone even existed because this zone was, in reality, the equivalent to a hidden laboratory.

However, why would the door to his secret laboratory suddenly be wide open?

The two men traveled together all throughout these lands. They ventured deep into active volcanoes, battle monsters in the desolate wilds, made friends in many different settlements and colonies and secured endless treasures. All of the Pluto Secret Zones most precious and rare resources were plundered by Meno and Amen, who were storing them in a secret location for only ghosts knew why.

It had been ten years since his master freed him, yet Amen still didn't have a clear understanding of why they were here. However, he never protested or questioned his Brother Meno, for the latter was also his master. However, Brother Meno and Amen's strengths were fading away as the years when by and this concerned Amen a lot. Doubtless, two hundred years later, they wouldn't even possess a tenth of their current strength.

"Although the restriction of this realm does not affect me, our injuries are ultimately too severe. We may not make it in time to destroy that traitor," Brother Meno was wearing all white raiments and looked dashing as he spoke to Amen by a babbling brook. Meno felt incredibly bitter at this moment. That damn traitor had played him like a fiddle and even dared to bewitch his wife.

Even if he died, Meno swore to free Kiya from that bastard's enchantment. Meno's heart bled as he imagined the atrocities that traitor may have done to the mother of Meno's two children by now. Amen could feel Brother Meno wanted nothing more than to eat that traitor's flesh and drink his blood to recover his peak state.

"So be it. Though it is not totally her fault, this is ultimately a road she chose herself. I can no longer be bothered with our vows, I must carve out a path for my legacy. I must plot out a method for our survival." Meno declared indifferently.

"A method to survive?" asked Amen from the side, "Is there truly such a thing?"

"It all depends on fate, my friend," sighed Brother Meno. Meno closed his eyes as his attention shifted inward, and he seemed to see the outline of a baby in a pair of beautiful slender arms. In the l.a.p of the arm's owner, there was a bright-eyed little girl talking up a storm. Merely Meno couldn't hear her voice. He opened his eyes once more and continued, "My connection with the power of destiny has never been that strong. Perhaps yours will be, little brat…"

"Should we inform Zu Long and the others about your boy?" asked Amen respectfully.

"I have already spoken with Zu a long while ago," replied Brother Meno, "he should know what to do. Come, we're almost to Nibiru City."

"What are we going to do here, Brother Meno?" asked Amen full of curiosity.

"We're going to create a school."

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Pluto Secret Zone, 232 years later

It was a beautiful day and rays of sunlight were nourishing the land. In a long-abandoned grassland that stretched as far as the n.a.k.e.d eye could see, a mystical spirit cruiser tore through the void before stopping abruptly and hovering above the grass. The spirit cruiser was shaped like an expensive sports car, except instead of four wheels it had four jet boosters. The surrounding grassland rippled like waves of the ocean as the jet boosters released soft flows of origin power.

A bright light flashed and the spirit cruiser vanished revealing a small family of four. There was an extraordinarily handsome but pale young man. His hair was sparkling white yet he had eyes darker than the night sky and wore dashing raiments. He stood next to a nation-toppling beauty with a s.e.xy figure and long flowing blue hair to match her dazzling and star-like blue eyes.

She observed their surroundings while attending to two children. The beautiful woman wore an elegant purple dress and a pair of diamond earrings. The man was pale-peach in skin tone, while the woman and her two children were an exotic brown. In the beauties arms was a two-year-old boy with bright hazel eyes that were ever so curious, and hiding behind the beauty's leg was a little girl with a face that was perfect as a doll. The little girl's jet black wavy hair was long enough to rest in her l.a.p and she wore a miniature version of her mother's dress.

"Is this our new home, mommy?" came the soft voice of the timid and shy little girl.

"Yes, Meri…" the woman's voice was ethereal and hypnotizing as she c.a.r.e.s.sed her children's shoulders with one hand for each. "This will be our new home. Marc, shall we go to the city ahead? Or will we be living in seclusion?"

Meri Riot's little face grimaced when she heard her mother utter the name 'Marc.' She hated this name from the deepest part of her soul, and for this, she had ample reason. Merely, she had never told her mother these things. After all, her mother was once a goddess admired by billions. In Meri's memories, her mother shined in an unsurpassable golden radiance. This was not the only glory she earned for herself, but also glory she gained for becoming the fiancé of the most dominating rising star of the current era and Meri's father — Meno Morpheus Riot.

Meri's mother, Kiya Prozen, noticed this look from her daughter but chose not to react to it for a reason only gods and the ghosts would know. Actually, in Kiya's heart, she felt quite funny. She wondered about her daughter's strange reaction, but it was almost as if something was preventing her from investing any interest or concern. Kiya noticed this sensation within herself on previous occasions. It was almost as if… she was under a charm spell?

Kiya suddenly shook her head. How could that be?

Kiya glanced at the broad back of the man in front of her. He was the man who had led them billions of light-years across the cosmos to seek their last chance for refuge, the man that abandoned everything he knew when she came to him with two children and her back against the wall, and the second man she had ever touched or loved.

Marc Raizen.

Did she truly love him? Before this moment Kiya had never questioned it. Wasn't that odd? When did they fall in love? How? What about Meno and their children? Meno may have betrayed the divine races, but ultimately Kiya still loved him with her entire heart and soul. How could she so easily give herself to another man? What had Marc Raizen ever done to earn her heart?

"Something isn't right…" Kiya Prozen thought inwardly as she suddenly had a severe headache; it felt like her brain would burst.

"We shall head into the city if that is fine with you. I wish to mingle with the high society of this world. See what benefits there are that I can claim for myself," a low and steady voice rumbled out of Marc Raizen's mouth. Marc Raizen was complacent as he stared at the horizon with a satisfied smile on his handsome face while his white floated mysteriously. Marc couldn't believe things had progressed this well so far. His execution was flawless, and this made Marc feel proud of himself.

'The Divine Draconian clans were only this much.' At least, these were Marc's thoughts before his brow twitched. He whipped his head around to see Kiya Prozen clutching her head in one hand and her baby boy in the other.

"Wuz wong mummy," came the tiny voice of the little boy in Kiya's embrace as he cradled her face with his little hands.

"Mommy is okay, my Lucky star, do not worry," Kiya Prozen's voice was a little weak and her complexion pale. She was clearly not okay, but little Lucky Riot in her embrace could only take her words as everything.

Marc Raizen grew suspicious and slowly walked towards Kiya Prozen. He was doing his best to appear naturally aloof, and not as nervous as he felt. This was bound to fail. Once one developed doubts, all actions became suspicious.

"Okay, mummy, okay," the baby boy rubbed his mothers face gently trying to console her. Kiya couldn't help but smile in spite of the chaos erupting in her mind. The handsome little lad smiled back at her, and at that moment, it felt like some glass broke in her mind. Her eyes reflected terror and realization for half a second before returning to normal. Thinking quickly, she handed her baby to her little girl for a moment.

"Ah!" the little boy was about to w.h.i.n.e, but his sister covered his little mouth out of habit.

"Hush it, Kasino! Stay with big sis, okay?" Meri Riot loved her baby brother to pieces, but the rascal would w.h.i.n.e and fuss anytime he left his mother's embrace. Of course, as someone who once shared the same disposition, Meri Riot was the most understanding of this. She doted on her baby brother Kasino Riot all the same.

"But… wuu... okay Meme, okay…" little Kasino was about to protest, but the stern look of his big sister made him swallow his words. Meanwhile, Kiya Prozen had already taken several steps forward and landed in Marc Raizen's bosom.

"My husband, I am not feeling well. I fear something may have affected me here," Kiya Prozen w.h.i.n.ed in her sweetest voice. Internally she was completely panicking.

Marc Raizen's defense dissipated like air when he saw this flawless jewel relying on him so heavily. He was putty in her hands, "Let me inspect you… Hm, how long have you had this fever? Perhaps this is due to the seal suppressing your cultivation. I was too heavy-handed, I should loosen it a bit…"

The eyes of Kiya Prozen, buried in Marc's bosom, flashed with a cunning light. However, this light soon dimmed into gray despair.

Several months later, Marc Raizen busied himself setting up a defensive array around a mid-sized house in the middle of a densely populated grand city. There were so many types of buildings from short to tall, and beautiful blue leaf trees growing throughout the city. Inside the house, Kiya had just sent her daughter off to play after a lesson. Now, finally about to relax during her afternoon bath, Kiya received a sound transmission in her ear.

"Going out, again?" Kiya Prozen frowned. This so-called 'husband' of hers was becoming more and more audacious. Was she seriously expected to be dumb enough to believe he was actually job hunting when he left for so long? Sometimes Marc wouldn't return for days at a time!

"Ch, just as well. This act is truly killing me…" Kiya whispered out loud, convinced that she was alone in this bath.

"It truly makes me comfortable to hear you say so… had this been more than an act I'm not sure what I would do."

When Kiya heard this voice, her entire body and mind shut down in an instant. A breath later, she trembled as she abruptly stood up from the bath, revealing a peerless figure that most men would choose to die just to catch a glimpse. When Kiya looked at the man standing before her, her beautiful chocolate face instantly burned red with a passionate look flaring in her eyes.

"Truly, you are the most exquisite creature under the nine heavens," said a tall, muscular hunk, with a bass-filled voice. He stood there with his rippling muscles reflected in the water, as well as his fully erect lower weapon.

"Me… no…" Kiya Prozen barely got her words out before Meno sealed her lips with the soft lips of her forlorn lover. Following that, she experienced the passion of this man that haunted her dreams over and over in every way possible long into the night. It wasn't until the next day she was able to remember the rage she felt towards him.

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Desolate Wyvern Mountains - Five years later.

"How the hell could one man kill eight of us so easily?"

"You damn demon dragon, today you die!"

"KILL~!"

The snow was wreaking havoc through the land, covers the mountains and valleys below in a veil of silver flurries as the wind howled treacherously. From afar, the sky above and the earth below all seemed to blend into one color. Eight corpses of terrifyingly grotesque devils lay on the ground, charred and lifeless, four of them still burning with white and black flames.

The sinister qi leaking from their corpses corroded the land and made the space here unstable. However, in the silvery mist, there were multiple flashes of light. Above this mystic mountain range that stretched out for thousands of kilometers, several figures could be seen clashing in the sky repeatedly. There were four devils and one dragon man.

BANG!

BANG!

CRASH!

"You won't win!" a man in white raised his arm condensing a mass of dark power into his palm that transformed into an eight-meter-long spear of darkness that he repeatedly stabbed into a majestic and powerful looking dragon man with golden scales and rippling muscles. The spear of darkness reached the dragon-man before he could react.

BANG, BANG, BANG,

BOOM~~~~.

The other figure was stabbed brutally before being hammered by a giant palm made of devilish dark fire, crashing straight through several mountains before steadying himself. The handsome man's clothes were ragged, and there were cuts and wounds all over his insanely ripped body. However, in spite of his injuries, this man was still handsome enough to dim the sunlight. This man was none other than Brother Meno!

Ruinous Fist of Flame Drive!

Black and white flames suddenly burst into existence around Meno's arm. Millions of runes seem to emerge from the void carrying the chant of dragons, while he punched out, forming a large fist imprint covered in white and black flames. The runes danced and fell into the fist imprint, making it increase in size by 400 times before crashing into the white-haired man in a business suit on the other side of the mountain range. This man was Meno's arch-nemesis Marc Raizen!

A mighty dragon roar resounded as a mass of dangerous violet-golden flames destroyed the void as it impacted the three remaining abyssal devils. The abyssal devils screamed in agony as the mighty dragon ate them one by one.

Brother Meno knocked Marc Raizen a thousand kilometers away amidst screams of anguish. Before he could recover, an enormous scarlet dragon claw came crashing down, threatening to squash him into a paste. Raizen allowed himself to fall back into the shadow of a tree, where he disappeared as if he fell into a pool of shadows.

"Amenophis, we do not have much time!" Brother Meno hopped onto the back of a scarlet-golden Plasma Sun true dragon with a body that stretched for miles. The dragon turned into a scarlet blur as it sped off from the scene at a speed that quickly broke the sound barrier.

"Master, your injuries are too grave, far too grave," the giant dragon Amen's powerful voice was extremely melancholic as it echoed in Meno's mind.

"Be silent. I told you what I would do all those years ago. If this is the price, so be it. At least, I got to awaken my daughter's partner and leave my boy his gift," Meno Riot tried to smile but ended up coughing up mouthfuls of blood corroded with black qi.

"That woman…" Amen was incensed, the temperature of his body and in the surroundings instantly shot up, "To be living so cozy with that traitor! How dare she?! Kiya loves him, Brother Meno. She gives herself to this man with glee! She carries his devil seed! We should slaughter them both before taking the young master and young mistress and leaving."

"Silence." Brother Meno's tone this time brokered absolutely no room for debate. Amen was silent, for he did not dare to upset his injured master any further.

Meno sighed before speaking again, "Do not forget how unfair I have been to her, Amenophis. I have informed her of the truth in its entirety. It is natural for her to hate me a lot. She must feel so lost and confused after knowing the reality of her current life.

Do you know how it feels to have no one to trust, but two to protect?

No, it should be three now. After all, no matter what that child in her belly is her own. She should know it all. Whether she believes in my plan or not… is independent of me. Fate will decide on her role.

The plan will not be affected by her decision, only our children's potential benefits and losses."

"I do not believe her loyal enough to complete such an insane plan," Amen was utterly against his master's plan, but what could he do other than making complaints? Even if they were as close as brothers and connected by bloodline, by nature, one was the master, and one was the servant. Amen knew his role and accepted it with all his heart. "This is beyond self-sacrifice and if it is not, then what does that truly make her?"

"Do not speak ill of my… ex-wife. She is still the mother of my children, the continuation of my lifeblood."

"Continuation… So then you have decided?"

"Indeed."

"Fine. I will support young master with everything I have until the destined time approaches. Let us find the child immediately."