My name is Lin Fan. I was born with the God of Misfortune riding my back, a walking, human-shaped jinx.
Then, while trying to save someone, I punched a writhing “monster” in the air and blew it apart.
They say my bloodline is worthless and that I'm fit only to do odd jobs for the mysterious organization known as the Hidden Star Bureau.
But the Chenlong stone statue, asleep for five hundred years, let out a dragon's roar when I walked past.
The old Chenlong clan elder, who had become a living puppet, looked at me as if I were his last hope.
The twelve families each have their own schemes, and ancient traitors still smirk in the shadows. When the shadow of world-ending destruction falls over the city once more, they will realize in horror that I, the failure they look down on most, am the only spark capable of igniting the dawn.
But first, this fire must burn me to ash.
