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

Grace leaned on the table, barely lifting his head to look at George, his eyes revealing envy, "George, you really stole the show this time!"


Supporting his upper body with his arms, he sized up George in front of him and continued to ask, "Your Dragon Blood concentration must have reached five percent by now, right?"


Grace pointed to George's hand holding the wine glass, where faint Scarlet scales were visibly present on the back of the hand.


George nodded again, then took a sip of the strong liquor in his glass.


Grace exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, leading a ragtag team to hold your ground alone, withstanding the attack of the Abyss's most elite heavy infantry—dozens of Bazut Demons, and even killing several of them. No wonder you were awarded the Heroic Medal by the Empire."


George looked down at the scales on the back of his hand and replied, "If I hadn't awakened my Dragon Vein midway through, I probably would have been killed there."


Chapter 62: Afternoon in the Empire_3