[Dragon Raja] Is It Wrong to Start Slaying Dragons at Thirty?

At eleven, no owl delivered a letter. At eighteen, no admission letter from Kassel arrived either. My ordinary life should have gone on just like that.

Then, at thirty, the new HR person at my company called me in and said they were giving me an unimaginable, fate-changing gift package. Shouldn't it have been a voluntary early retirement form? Why was it a dragon-slaying operative transition form?!

So dragons really exist? When did I transmigrate?!

As I lay broken in body and spirit in the mud on a rainy night, a pair of delicate little boots stopped in front of me.

A boy bent down and held out his hand.

"I know starting a new adventure at this age doesn't sound very appealing to humans," he said. "But if you magnify a problem, some difficulties resolve themselves. What if you're not thirty, but three thousand?"

Flames burned in his pupils in the endless night.

"Welcome back... Big Sister."

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A Dragon Raja fanfic, a short story of about 100,000 characters. I'll post it once it's finished.

Theme: What you couldn't have when you were young will haunt you for the rest of your life.