Savior of the Dragon Clan? No, I Slay Gods for Erii

【Original fan fiction + one heroine, Uesugi Erii + making up for past regrets + play the pig to eat the tiger】 When Tokyo Tower began to seep dragon blood beneath a blood-red lunar eclipse, when the priests of the Snake-Eight Houses raised their bone blades, when the rules of the entire hidden world cried out for the sacrifice of a pureblood to awaken the White King, Xie Wuyai gripped the half of a broken dragonbone sword in his hand and laughed maniacally amid a sky of cherry blossoms and dragonfire. “What kind of damn savior is that?” He kicked open the seal formation on the altar, pointing his sword at the twelve trembling priests. “All I see is you forcing her toward the executioner's block.” Three years ago, on a night of torrential rain, Xie Wuyai found a girl clutching a stuffed rabbit beneath the eaves of an abandoned shrine. When she recited The Little Prince in dragon script, her fingertips were still stained with fresh blood. When she smiled and said, “The world is gentle,” dragon scales beneath her collarbone glimmered with a deep blue light. Only later did he learn that the girl who always tucked cherry blossoms into her notebook was the last Shadow Emperor of the Snake-Eight Houses, with the soul of the White King, powerful enough to destroy the world, asleep within her. “Erii, this time, I’ll be the one to come to you.” The instant a bone blade pierced her heart, Xie Wuyai tore open the Yinglong curse mark on his left arm. Using demigod blood as his offering and the broken sword as his sacrifice, he would overturn these man-eating rules of the Dragon Clan, sever the thousand-year fate that imprisoned her, and make the entire hidden world understand: The so-called salvation of the world is merely an excuse the weak use to justify slaying a god. His sword, meanwhile, exists only to protect the girl who softly said, “The world is gentle,” beneath the falling cherry blossoms.