At three in the morning, when the seventeenth email saying "You must be online by eight tomorrow morning" popped up, Chen Mo collapsed at his workstation.
When he opened his eyes again, he was sprawled in the arena's yellow sand, covered in blood, with a two-meter-tall executioner standing across from him.
He was kicked off a three-hundred-foot cliff. When he woke in a crevice, all he had for company was a skeleton that had been dead for hundreds of years, a roll of parchment he couldn't read, and an egg covered in fiery red markings that was still beating.
Other people transmigrate with a System. He transmigrates and has to start by raising a dragon from an egg.
He manages a dragon horde with project management, digs for water in the desert with engineering, and captures his first city in a "special operation." In his previous life, KPIs crushed him to death. In this one, he uses KPIs to raise dragons.
The parchment bears six words: "The day three dragons gather is the day the way home opens."
Does the way home mean a return to the modern world, or something else?
And from deep within the cave comes a heavy breath that does not belong to any human.
