The Blue Dragon’s Floating Desert City

The desert stretched endlessly in every direction, a lifeless wasteland.

Yet high above it stood a magnificent floating city, its interior and exterior covered in countless magical runes.

Below the floating city lay a vast imperial capital, where everything ran in perfect order and monsters, humans, elves, and other races governed together.

Whether they were merchants from fertile lands, high elves who had grown up in forests and never seen a desert, or even devils from the Nine Hells, all longed to come here to do business.

The Blue Dragon Emperor Carlos welcomed any race willing to follow the rules and accept the rule of him and his family.

But for those unwilling to obey, or even hoping to break the rules he had established, Carlos offered few chances, whether they were humans, other dragons, or… ancient evils from across the multiverse that had wandered here.

Carlos: My dragon’s breath, my arcane might, and the floating city hanging above your heads will teach you rebels what happens when you defy my rules!

Yet few knew this.

The great Blue Dragon Emperor, Arcane Sovereign Carlos, had a past he never spoke of.

Carlos: From the start, I transmigrated into a pot where goblins were cooking their food? This is a disgrace to dragons and to transmigrators alike!

…Forget it. I’ll worry about that later. First, I need to fill my stomach.