I, the last of the ancient dragon clan, was supposed to be guarding the gold and silver mountains and growing moldy in my lair, but I was bound to the "Thousand Realms Race Revitalization System" by an unscrupulous system.
Now, my mission is to run a school, a factory, and a restaurant chain in another world, and lead a group of weak family members to achieve common prosperity.
The former dragon-slaying hero came to his door not for justice, but to ask for unpaid wages.
The demon army next door was approaching the city, and I handed over a "Letter of Intent for Cooperation on Magic Materials Export and Infrastructure Construction".
While other dragons were showing off their treasures and princesses, I was holding a cup of coffee and worrying about the financial statements - this month's KPI was almost not completed.
This is the story of how a dragon used capital and operations to peacefully (and abstractly) conquer the world.
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