Star Iron: The Past and Present Life of the Gender-Swapped Dragon Lord

"Waiting for me?"

Upon hearing the mature, sophisticated voice behind him, Dan Heng trembled and turned around in disbelief.

"You mean you were waiting for me?"

Faced with Kafka's bright smile, Danheng was now somewhat undecided.

I originally thought I could just take a quick look at this mission and run away, but I was afraid that these two star-level combatants would just kill me instantly.

But now it seems a bit complicated.

According to Kafka, the Star Core Hunter seems to be waiting for her.

Although we've traveled through time for so long, this part of the story is clearly not included.

That is to say...

Elio's script now includes "Danheng," an outsider who was not originally part of the script.

Moreover, the fact that two Star Core Hunters were personally waiting here must have had a significant impact.

Seeing the understanding look on Danheng's face, Kafka extended an invitation to him.

"Making guests stand while they talk is not how we treat our guests."

Kaffa opened the half-closed door and leaned lazily against the doorframe.

"Come in, let's talk."

Seemingly noticing the wary look on Danheng's face, Kafka said with a hint of helplessness.

"Don't worry, we mean no harm."

"If I wanted to attack you, you would be lying on the ground by now."

Dan Heng sighed. What else could he do after the other party had said that?

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Dan Heng took a deep breath and went into the room.

"Hurry up, finish this quickly, Kafka."

Silver Wolf used Ether Editing to create three chairs at the feet of the three people, and a small round table appeared in the middle of them.

Dan Heng paused for a moment, found a chair and sat down, staring at Kafka and Silver Wolf without saying a word.

"Would you like a drink?"

Danheng accepted the juice from Kafka and remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you."

"Kafka, Silver Wolf, what business does the renowned Star Core Hunter have with me?"

After some thought, Dan Heng decided to strike first. If there were any problems, the 10% of Dragon Lord power he had just retrieved would be the only thing he could rely on.

Although they can't fight against two Star Core Hunters, escaping shouldn't be a big problem.

On the Black Tower space station, Kafka and Silver Wolf probably couldn't appear in the public eye so openly.

"Since Miss Danheng knows us, we won't go into any further introductions."

Kafka picked up her wine glass and took an elegant sip of red wine.

"It seems the meeting can be shortened a bit."

"Hurry up, Kafka, I'm in a rush to complete this request."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Kafka said something to the hurried silver wolf as if to comfort a child, and then decided not to linger any longer.

"Let me look... Ah, here it is."

Under Danheng's strange gaze, Kafka rummaged around in her coat for a while and finally took out a long, blue, strip-shaped object.

Kafka smiled at Danheng, who was sitting in a chair, and tossed what she was holding to him.

Seeing something flying towards him, Danheng instinctively caught it.

"This is... a hairpin?"

Upon closer inspection, it was a green jade hairpin.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, yet has a touch of coolness. The jade hairpin is gilded and engraved with silver, forming a lifelike dragon pattern.

The head of the hairpin is shaped like a dragon's head, while the rest of the hairpin is the dragon's body. If you look closely, you can see tiny dragon scales engraved on it. Anyone who sees it will admire the craftsman's care and dedication in making the hairpin.

It is inlaid with a shiny pearl, and a line of emerald green tassel hangs from the dragon's head, drooping down as if the Milky Way descended from the heavens to the earth.

The only odd thing is that the tip of the hairpin is stained with a little bright red, which at first glance does not fit the overall aesthetic, but the more you look at it, the more a unique charm flows over it.

For some reason, Danheng just stared blankly at the hairpin in her hand, as if the hairpin was a small black hole that had drawn all her thoughts to it.

Kafka gave Danheng, who was staring blankly at the hairpin, a meaningful look, and quietly beckoned to the silver wolf who was watching with great interest, indicating that they could leave.

Silver Wolf smacked his lips, feeling that something was missing.

After thinking for a while, he opened the portal back and took a picture of Dan Heng with his phone.

Nodding in satisfaction, Silver Wolf and Kafka disappeared from the room, leaving Dan Heng alone.

"You should remember to take good care of your beautiful hair."

After a long while, the door to the room opened, and Dan Heng walked out with a normal expression. The chairs in the room had disappeared, and only a few water stains on the floor proved that someone had just been here.

"Residual source detected. 15% of Dragon Lord's power recovered."

……

"We've reached the elevator already? We haven't encountered many enemies along the way~"

"Sigh, as soon as I said that, I knew something terrible was going to happen..."

March 7's monologue stunned Dan Heng and the gray-haired youth behind him, who looked at March 7 with strange eyes.

Danheng: "That means you've grown, March."

March 7th: "Hey! What's with that smug tone of yours?!"

The group continued forward, and then Dan Heng seemed to sense something was wrong. He took a step forward, and the Cloud Strike appeared in his hand.

A purple attack came toward Qiong and Alan. Danheng blocked the attack with his Cloud Strike, and then his arm guard blocked another purplish-black attack.

“Empty Soldier, Trampler”

Dan Heng stared intently at the tall, centaur-like figure in front of them, his sword, Strike Cloud, poised to strike.

The trampling creature charged forward with its massive forelimbs. Dan Heng was about to defend himself when he sensed a whooshing sound coming from behind him.

Instinctively, I ducked down, and a streak of green light flashed past my hair, striking the charging trampler with a heavy blow.

boom--

A loud noise came, and the people behind looked up in surprise to find that the trampling man had been pinned to the wall by a long spear.

Upon seeing the spear, Dan Heng's pupils contracted, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Striking the Clouds!? How could this be?"

"Sister Danheng?"

The high heels made a crisp sound on the high-tech floor of the space station, and the gray-haired Sora looked strangely in the direction of March 7.

"Danheng? No... it's pronounced the same."

On March 7th, upon seeing the familiar figure, he exclaimed in surprise.

But the next second, March 7 withdrew his hand, because Dan Heng's face was cold and expressionless, and the murderous Dan Heng made March 7 feel a little unfamiliar.

This version of Sister Danheng seems a bit scary.

He strode up to Dan Heng, and with a wave of his right hand, the Cloud-Striking Technique that pierced through the trampler transformed into a streak of green light and returned to Dan Heng's hand.

With a graceful flourish, Dan Heng pointed his spear, the Strike Cloud, at the ground, glancing sideways at the roaring trampling figures before him.

Countless illusory soldiers and tamperers appeared in mid-air, and Dan Heng's cold voice rang in everyone's ears.

"No matter how many pieces of trash there are, they're still trash. Let's all come at once."