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

Tian Hao’s estate was no home—it was a mausoleum sculpted from pride, paranoia, and the illusion of permanence. Towering pillars of Carrara marble loomed like silent witnesses to a life forged in conquest and calcified in fear. Every echo that danced along the corridor carried with it a memory, though most had long since turned to dust. The air was still, stale, yet heavy with the weight of untold histories. 


Along the gallery walls, his legacy was preserved like sacred scripture: swords from extinct armies, brittle and ceremonial; ledgers inscribed in ink that once dictated the fates of nations; portraits of emperors with hollow eyes and forgotten names, their painted smiles mocking him now. Time had stripped them of relevance. Even victory, it seemed, could not outlive decay. 


The Last Old Dragon