Post-Apocalypse: I Am a Loong
The world has ended, and I have just been hatched.
I am a Chinese Loong—the supreme mystical being of legends. I have horns, scales, and a pair of eyes that can see through anything. But instead of an epic palace, I woke up in a cramped, sunless laboratory wearing a lab coat that’s way too short.
Save the world?
Don't be ridiculous. I’m just a "newborn." Whether humanity survives or the wasteland burns, I couldn't care less.
Fall in love?
Men? Women? They are all just soft, weak bipeds. Don't talk to me about romance; my heart is far too grand for such trivial things.
What do I want?
I want those glowing energy crystals. I want that stash of "dog food" biscuits. I want everything that’s delicious and valuable.
In this dying world, I am the ultimate predator, the greediest collector, and the most narcissistic dragon you'll ever meet.
Step aside, puny humans. The Loong is hungry.