After More Than a Year

More than a year later.

Fran.

Balagond, outskirts of the city.

A native dressed in an ornate robe and resembling a supervisor inspected the construction site with his hands behind his back, surrounded by several attendants wielding leather whips.

The original factory here was about to be expanded, with resources from several other factories integrated to create an even larger hydrogen production base!

"Put your backs into it! This is a factory the Wizard Lords specifically ordered expanded. If anything goes wrong, I'll tear your tails off!"

A Lizardman happened to pass by while carrying something. He failed to salute and move aside in time, and immediately took a whip with a sharp crack.

The Lizardman lowered his head and hurriedly moved aside, furious but too afraid to speak.

"Damn it, those guys..."

Not far away, a hot-blooded young Lizardman witnessed everything.

He could not help tightening his grip on the wrench, seething inwardly.

"Edralil, calm down!

That guy is a Golden Dragon Person!"

A companion beside him gripped his wrist and whispered while shaking his head.

Young Edralil turned to look. The supervisor, who was walking away, had fine scales with a golden hue completely different from their earthy-brown scale armor.

It was a symbol of noble dragon blood.

In just one short year, an entirely new race had been artificially created on Fran. At the same time, it had become the legally highest ruling class—the Golden Dragon People!

Most of them were people who controlled the world's wealth and power, as well as its various resources. They were also the quickest to kneel and the first to swear allegiance to the Wizards.

But where there was a rise, there was bound to be a fall.

Many warriors who had caused casualties among the Wizards during the resistance, as