Head to the dock and grab some steamed buns.

The Red Dragon came from the vast wild wastes, coveting all the strength in the world. It once had countless titles: Mountain's Wrathful Flame, Infernal Calamity, Crimson Emperor, Ashen Dragon......
The world trembled under the shadow of the giant dragons. He stirred up the craze of the magic industrial revolution; in the empire he established, Wyverns roared, artillery fired in unison, and steel beasts appeared in the sky and on the land, while disasters from another world rampaged everywhere.
"Submit, or die."
Cassius spread his wings, blotting out the sun, and gazed down at the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves below, saying thus.
......
It is a story about a Red Dragon with a player template conquering, ruling, and transforming an alternate world.
(Pseudo of DnD, The Fourth Calamity, Red Dragon)

Ashen Dragon

The Swashbuckler clung to the ceiling of the dark dungeon, silently crawling, while the blood slaves in the iron cages let out shrill wails.


They had long lost their sanity from the many years of captivity, their desire for blood reducing them to beasts driven solely by instinct.


"None of them can even speak properly."


The Swashbuckler looked at the blood slaves, shaking his head in exasperation.


Suddenly, a hoarse voice broke the silence.


"Newcomer, you should escape. Once the Duke wakes up, you won't be able to."


"At least now you can still enjoy playing the cat-and-mouse game, stealing a moment of freedom, pretty amusing, right?"


The Swashbuckler glanced toward the voice. A man stood straight within a cage, his face pale but his attire much more intact, though marked by the ravages of time and partially decayed.


Chapter 33: Northwind Castle Log (3)