He was still cursing, "Fuck, with that pathetic bit of strength, you dared throw your weight around in front of me! All that underworld slang and probing my background-why don't you just fly up to heaven!"
A single hammer blow had pulverized Scarface's breastbone. The Dragon Blood Flying Knife shot out at his command, swept freely across, and severed the man's fingers, letting him snatch the Space Ring.
There was a Void-Transforming Stone in this ring. He absolutely couldn't smash it; getting it into his own pocket as soon as possible was the key.
Scarface flew backward, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.
As he flew backward, darkness finally filled his eyes.
My surname was Ren. My name was Ren Zhonglong.
Ever since I was little, I had believed I was a dragon among men.
Because when I was born, there had been an extraordinary sign-I had been born with a knife scar on my left cheek.
It was a mark left by heaven.
Heaven had feared losing track of me, the protagonist of this world, and had deliberately left that scar.
Though the actual reason was that, on the day I was born, Mom's pelvis wouldn't open, leaving no choice but a C-section. But just as the doctor was operating, a huge meteorite suddenly crashed down, shaking the entire hospital. I was still in Mom's belly then, and the doctor's scalpel stabbed into my tender little face, causing it...
But this was heaven's will.
Why had such a huge rock fallen only when I was being born? And why had that rock left everyone else unharmed, while the shaking made me take a knife to the face inside Mom's belly?
It was all heaven's will!
Because I was the protagonist.
Once I grew old enough to