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, once the nerve center of the Nine Dragons’ empire, now resembled a battlefield. Monitors dangled from torn cables, their shattered screens flickering like dying fireflies in the smoke-choked dark. The air was thick with the acrid tang of scorched circuitry and melted insulation—a toxic incense to the death of a kingdom built on power, precision, and fear. 


Luo Jian sat hunched at the central console, a fallen monarch on a throne of rust and ruin. Age had carved deep lines into his face, but it was rage—or perhaps the exhaustion of betrayal—that made his hands tremble as they danced across the grime-slick keyboard. Each keystroke echoed with the finality of a death knell, the last gasps of a system in its death throes. 


A crimson holographic prompt blinked in front of him, floating like an omen in the smoke: 


"Failsafe Protocol Engaged. Awaiting Final Authorization." 


The Final Firewall