The Slutty Bottom Has Returned with His Hundred Thousand Demon Soldiers

I'm the young chief of the dragon clan, with seven older brothers.

One day, I read a storybook and learned that I was actually the protagonist in a scum gong and pathetic shou novel. In the future, I'd have a passionate, torturous romance with the protagonist gong, and only after dying and coming back to life over and over would I finally get a happy ending.

Who could put up with that? If that scum gong dares show up, I'll punch right through his heart with one claw!

Later, I realized I was wrong. The plot's irresistible force still turned me into that pathetic idiot shou. Looking at the scum gong, that arrogant bastard, my claws were itching to strike. Five years later, I wrecked the script. The scum gong was left wearing a green hat, and he wept bitterly over my death...

I, the young chief of the dragon clan, have returned with my hundred thousand demon soldiers!

P.S. It might be first-person, it might be third-person. I'm still debating.

A short story, written purely for the fun of it, inspired by online novels.

Theme: What goes around comes around, and justice is served