Dragonrise Continent—martial might rules all—yet in one forgotten corner stands a tiny shop that defies the world
Try to dine-and-dash? Not a chance
Think fists will bend the rules? Sorry, I keep a ninth-tier divine beast on payroll
Crave the high-end menu? Hand over a heaven-and-earth treasure or keep walking
What, going to snatch it by force? This premise bans brawls; start one and the bill is your life
Here, whether you’re a freak of power or a penniless rookie, whether your coffers overflow or your throne touches the sky—uh, the boss still looks down on you
Yet the threshold is never bare: wheels clatter, doors swing, crowds surge
Undying Phoenix? Nine-Luminaries Azure Dragon? Apocalypse Beast
You mean those freeloaders
No matter how high they soar, they end up as tonight’s special under my cleaver
My turf, my rules—end of discussion.
