Sen De La

Under the protection of the Nine Dragons, corrupt officials, greedy corporations, and powerful criminal networks thrived. The Stars and their allies must navigate a world dominated by the Syndicate, where every move against them feels like it's made under the ever-watchful eye of the dragon.
Yet behind the Syndicate’s seemingly impenetrable power, cracks begin to form. Internal power struggles have been settled, and a new generation of successors has risen. But the world is not prepared for what comes next.
As rebellion brews quietly beneath the shadows, a hidden card is played—the ACE of Spades—a covert operation that unknowingly sets the foundation for The Phoenix Project, a global agenda that seeks to burn down the old world and rise anew from its ashes.
The new successors of the Nine Dragons are not just inheritors of legacy; they are architects of chaos. With the precision of visionaries and the ruthlessness of warlords, they manipulate economies, disrupt ecosystems, and infiltrate governments. Their ambitions no longer stop at Southeast Asia—they aim to shape the very future of humanity.
Beneath the dragon’s wing, the world appears calm. But the Stars know better:
This is not the end of the old order.
It is the beginning of something far more dangerous.

The Rise of the Nine Dragons - Under the Dragon's Wings

The command center was a cathedral of cold light and whispered secrets. Luo Jian sat ensconced in its heart, a spider at the nexus of his digital web. A hundred screens glowed around him, each a window into Jakarta’s pulse—shadowed alleyways, glittering boardrooms, the flicker of neon-lit markets. The air hummed with the low-frequency drone of servers, a sound he’d long ago ceased to notice. Until the hum changed. 


But the motion sensors screamed in jagged red arcs across his console. 


Luo Jian leaned forward, his reflection fracturing across the screens. “Impossible.” His voice was a dry rasp, unused for hours. His fingers danced over the controls, rewinding the feed. The timestamp read 02:17:43—three minutes ago. The corridor lay still, sterile under fluorescent lights. Yet the sensors swore something had passed. Someone. 


The Flicker