Inside the confinement room, the rapid clatter of keys rang nonstop—but the owner of the laptop, Lin Mo, wasn’t the one typing. He was lying on the narrow cot, absorbed in a thick flight-theory manual. The real typist was Gold Coin, the metal-element dragon who could no longer manifest in his full draconic form. Instead, he now behaved like a liquid slime creature, splitting into dozens of tendrils that tap-tap-tapped across the keyboard.
This world was entirely new to him. Everything here—machines, systems, culture—was unlike anything Gold Coin or Lin Mo had encountered before. Freed from the constraints of being a dragon knight’s mount and having experienced the destructive power of this world’s military first-hand, Gold Coin no longer had time to display the arrogance and bloodlust of
