The Message Finally Arrived

A dragon slayer eventually became a dragon.

That saying was enough to sum up Gold Emperor Tesoro's past, present, and even future.

The Celestial Dragons had once brought him despair and pain that reached the depths of his heart. They had also stolen his beloved and his hopes for a better tomorrow.

He hated the Celestial Dragons, hated the nobles, and hated this so-called world where money could control everything.

Therefore.

In less than twelve years, he had gone from a worthless slave to the richest man in the world.

"A man without money can only be controlled."

Taking that sentence as his motto, he had gradually become arrogant and overbearing.

Once oppressed and controlled as a slave, he had begun oppressing and controlling others after gaining power, money, and status.

As time passed, he had become the very person he had once hated most.

But he did not care in the slightest.

The only thing he cared about now was—the Celestial Dragons!

Occasionally, late at night when everything was quiet.

Tesoro would sit upright in a room without a trace of light. As he embraced the darkness, he would recklessly radiate a cold killing intent directed at the Celestial Dragons.

It was just that he could not do it.

Even though he controlled twenty percent of the world's Beli, even though he could mobilize the power of the World Government, and even though he had many subordinates.

He still could not touch the Celestial Dragons' lifeline. He could not even see those lofty scum who enjoyed absolute protection when he looked up.

Having understood the situation, he disliked looking up at others and did not like gazing at the sky.

But now, not only was he looking up at Maud, he was also kneeling on one knee, welcoming Maud's