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Crycill, an adventurous young man, fell in love at first sight with Darnisha Alqueena. Darnisha was not a princess, nor a goddess from heaven, just an ordinary girl. However, for Crycill, Darnisha was a rare beauty. Her dark and sweet skin, her shiny blonde hair, and her mysterious eyes had captivated his heart.
Crycill's love for Darnisha was so deep, that he was willing to sacrifice everything he could. He heard legends about an ancient wizard who could turn humans into dragons, and about a pearl stone that could grant any wish. Without hesitation, Crycill sought out the wizard, who was willing to sacrifice his humanity for Darnisha. The wizard, with a sly smile, agreed, but with a terrible condition, Crycill had to give up his heart, which would be the source of his dragon's power and curse.
Crycill transformed into a mighty dragon, his scales gleaming like gold, his eyes emitting the fire of love for Darnisha. However, his love was not reciprocated. Darnisha, who was actually only fascinated by Crycill's power & planned a betrayal to get the pearl embedded in Crycill's dragon heart without his knowledge.
In the midst of the chaos, Enver, Crycill's brother, arrived. He had been following Crycill's trail, sensing something was wrong. He witnessed Darnisha's betrayal himself. He was determined to save his brother, even though he knew the task would not be easy.
Enver carried Crycill's badly injured body to a safe place. He began to study ancient spells, looking for a way to reverse the dragon's curse. Night after night, Enver tried potions and spells, but nothing worked. He began to despair, seeing his brother suffer in the form of a helpless dragon.
One day, Enver met Darnisha's younger sister, named Alana.
Would he succeed in turning Crycill back into a human? Would he fall in love with Alana, a woman who was actually the traitor's sister?

Betrayed and the Rise of the Kingdom

Amidst the roar of the milking machines and the pungent smell of cow dung, Cyrill found his peace. Not a grand palace, not a silk robe, not the throne he once imagined. In this dimension, he was just a milkman and a painter, his hands rough and skilled in art and milking the cows on his parents' humble farm. 


In another dimension, he was a prince. Born into nobility, raised with royal protocol, and destined to rule. But a sudden opening of a dimensional portal changed everything. He was thrown into this foreign world, lost all memory of his past, and was reborn as Cyrill, the milkman and artist. 


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