Big Capitalist

In the golden-red coffin, there seemed to be a mysterious power quietly surging, as if some long-sleeping existence was about to wake up.

Immediately afterwards, a sigh that seemed to come from the ancient abyss echoed faintly in this silent palace.

The coffin lid slowly opened, making a dull sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet environment.

A coughing sound was heard, and a withered hand slowly stretched out from the coffin and rested weakly on the edge of the coffin.

However, in the next second, the hand quickly became plump and strong at a speed visible to the naked eye, the skin gradually regained its elasticity, and fresh blood seemed to flow again in the blood vessels.

Then, an elderly figure slowly rose from the coffin. His face was etched with traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to tell of endless vicissitudes of life.

"How much time has passed? How long have I slept?"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, echoing in the empty palace.

He raised his head and looked at the huge dragon's head. The blood originally stored in it was now almost gone. He frowned slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, he struggled to get up from the golden-red blood, naked, and looking down at his body, he sighed helplessly, "Failed again?"

He slowly picked up the clothes placed beside him and slowly put them on.

Then, he walked down the altar with a slightly stumbling step. His eyes swept across the row of empty petri dishes, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

With a slight wave of his hand, magic power, like a surging undercurrent, mixed with golden-red divine power, poured into the long-dust machine.

In an instant, lights flickered in the dozen or so petri dishes, and embryos of various races quickly emerged like phantoms.

But before they could take shape, they suddenly exploded and turned into pools of golden-red blood.

Under the influence of the mysterious force, the blood began to condense rapidly, constantly gathering and condensing, and finally turned into a drop of dazzling golden-red blood.

The old man stretched out his hand, gently picked up the drop of blood containing powerful power, and swallowed it without hesitation.

In an instant, his body emitted a rumbling sound like thunder, as if a powerful force was rampaging in his body.

His aura began to rise rapidly, and his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt. The surrounding space was slightly distorted by this powerful force.

However, this power came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, his breath dropped rapidly again, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"The materials and sacrifices are no longer sufficient. Didn't those guys send any more people?" The old man frowned and muttered to himself.

Then, he looked at his body again, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It seems that I have failed again in this life."

The old man dragged his tired body, slowly walked to the blood-red chair beside him, and slowly sat down.

The chair seemed to come alive in an instant, and countless blood-colored tentacles flew up like nimble snakes and pierced the old man's body without hesitation.

He opened his eyes wide, his face showing an expression of pain and concentration, sensing the power of his blood in this strange way.

"The Leo family—my descendants—where are you? I need you back—"

The old man's voice echoed in the palace, carrying an irresistible majesty.

As the blood magic was cast, he finally sensed that his descendants had returned.

However, strangely enough, he was unable to get in touch with his descendants.

"Why, isn't he asleep?" the old man was full of doubts.

The Leo family's ancestral precepts clearly stated: Never forget to sleep. This rule was set by him personally, naturally to facilitate the tracing and guidance of bloodlines through dreams.

As for dream magic, it was taught to him carefully by his best friends - the Dream Dragon Clan.

Back then, in order to learn this magic, he knelt down and gave up his self-esteem and became a dragon servant. He prayed for a long time, like a dragon's pet and was toyed with for a long time. The past was vivid in his mind. He couldn't help but smile at himself, and his eyes subconsciously looked at the huge dragon corpse.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically, my offspring shouldn't not sleep. What happened? Wasn't I guiding him well some time ago? Who on earth is that guy... Wait, the aura of the God of War's bloodline is so strong. Is he my offspring? Who is he?"

The old man's eyes revealed a strong curiosity and doubt, and his thoughts kept circling around this mysterious mystery.

Inside the Merlin Crown Casino, the dazzling crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire space as bright as day, and colorful lights jump and flicker on the gambling tables, as if tempting people's deepest desires.

Today, Count Leo Pate is standing in front of a bustling gambling table, like a general who is overwhelmed by victory.

His eyes were bloodshot, yet gleaming with excitement. His hair was a little messy and tangled in front of his forehead, but he didn't care at all. He held a handful of chips tightly in his hands, as if they were rare treasures, and was throwing them frantically onto the gambling table.

He had been playing here for who knows how many days, completely immersed in the frenzy of gambling, and had long forgotten about sleeping.

People around him came and went, but he seemed to be fixed here, and he kept shouting: "Sleeping? What's that? Sleeping, get up and have fun!"

Every time the cards were opened, if he won, he would burst into a triumphant laugh, and the laughter was particularly harsh in the hustle and bustle of the casino; if he lost, he would grit his teeth, and then continue to bet without hesitation, vowing to win back all he had lost.

In another corner of the casino, another gambling table was equally bustling.

Count Leo's wife, Connor, was sitting elegantly at the gambling table. She was wearing a gorgeous evening gown, and the diamond necklace around her neck was shining with a cool light, which reflected the sharp light in her eyes at the moment.

There were chips piled high in front of her, like a small mountain.

A group of noble ladies were sitting around, all of them had exquisite makeup on, but at this moment they were all furious with Kanna, their faces full of resentment and anxiety.

Kanna gently lifted the hair beside her ear, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a barely perceptible cunning in that smile.

She slowly unfolded the cards in her hand and said in a clear and loud voice: "Excuse me, royal flush, kill all!"

There was no trace of apology in that tone, only full of arrogance.

In an instant, the wailing of ladies could be heard all around.

Some of the ladies widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at Kanna's cards, as if trying to find some flaws; some covered their faces in annoyance, regretting their previous bets; and some couldn't help but complain in a low voice, blaming themselves for having bad luck today.

Kanna seemed not to hear these voices. She began to leisurely organize the chips in front of her, with a hint of satisfaction and pride in her eyes, as if the whole world was under her control.