Sen De La

Amid Southeast Asia's geopolitical tensions, the shadows of old power rise once again. The Nine Dragons, a criminal syndicate deeply rooted since the New Order era, now move with greater ambition through their secret initiative: The Phoenix Project. This project is not merely an attempt to dominate the region’s economy and politics but a manifestation of an ancient cycle—a cycle of destruction and rebirth that has persisted for centuries.
As the first signs of collapse emerge—environmental disasters, political corruption, and escalating violence—an unlikely group of individuals realizes they must break the wheel of fate before it turns again. Sebastian, a time traveler burdened by the consequences of his every intervention, understands that the future will remain unchanged unless the core of the problem is uprooted. David, the conservationist bound by an ancestral curse, watches as the Phoenix Project threatens the delicate balance of nature he has dedicated his life to protecting. Thalia, gifted with mystical powers deeply rooted in Javanese traditions, begins to see visions of past and future horrors that reveal the Nine Dragons’ darkest secrets.
Yet, the greatest threat does not only come from outside—it lurks within. Bintang, who has long walked the line between darkness and light, must choose where he truly stands—will he remain a shadow maintaining the balance, or finally emerge as a key player in this war for power? Felix, a former enforcer of the Nine Dragons seeking redemption, is confronted by the past he cannot escape. Meanwhile, within the Nine Dragons, fractures begin to form: Wei Long (The Iron Fist) and his philosophy of ruthless control clash with Huang Jin (The Phoenix), who believes in complete annihilation before rebirth.
As the final battle approaches, the truth behind the Phoenix Project is unveiled: this is not just a political and economic scheme but a part of an even older cycle—a pattern that has repeated itself since ancient kingdo

The Rise of the Nine Dragons-Breaking the Cycle

The dawn crept over Jakarta like a bruise—muted purples and yellows staining the sky. The streets, still smoldering from tear gas and Molotovs, bore the scars of the night’s battle. Debris littered the asphalt: shredded banners, shattered glass, the husk of a drone sparking in a puddle. But amid the wreckage, the crowd lingered. Not fleeing. Not hiding. Gathering. 


Rangga leaned against a graffiti-tagged wall, his knuckles split and ribs screaming. The adrenaline had faded, leaving only the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. A woman approached, her face obscured by a bandana, and pressed a cloth-wrapped bundle into his hands—steaming nasi uduk, fragrant with coconut and lemongrass. “For the Rapid Lion,” she murmured before disappearing into the throng. 


He stared at the food, uneasy. They’d begun calling him that months ago, a nickname born from his speed in combat. But now it hung heavier, a mantle he hadn’t asked for. 


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