Dragon Raja: Rebooting the Executive Department Chief

That night, the rain poured down.

Chu Zihang stood on an elevated highway, gripping a knife. Behind him lay twelve years of apocalyptic battlefields, bought at the cost of burning through his life. Before him stood the father he'd failed to save at seventeen.

He had crawled back from the corpse of the Black King Nidhogg, carrying all the memories of an S-rank Executive Department chief, a body tempered to its limits by dragon blood, and a list of the dead spanning twelve years. Every name on it belonged to a comrade or loved one he had failed to bring home in his previous life.

This time, before Odin's spear could fall, he grabbed the steering wheel and turned his father in another direction.

This time, before that good-for-nothing junior who hadn't even enrolled yet walked through the gates of Kassel, he would fill in every pitfall that could explode, one by one.

This time, he would make sure every face that was supposed to die lived to see the dawn of the Black King's fall.

But why had Lu Mingfei arrived at Kassel a year early? Why was there a mysterious young man by his side, claiming to be his older brother, whose presence made Chu Zihang's bloodline tremble out of control? Why had the timeline started racing in a completely unfamiliar direction the moment he was reborn?

This was no longer the war he remembered.

But he was still Chu Zihang: the sharpest blade the Secret Party had ever forged, the Golden Eyes that would never go dark, and the Executive Department chief who would stand in front of everyone, in every possible world.