Dragon Book of Eternity

What Luo Yuan is best at in his life is being inconspicuous. Social fear, fear of death, timidity. When he was working in a convenience store, he didn't dare to say a word when he was scolded by customers. When the store manager deducted his salary, he only said "it's okay." On the day he was expelled from school, he didn't even utter a single word of defense. I have been living in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. I don't know who my parents are or where I come from. He thought that this would be the case for his life - until late that night, a silver-plated acceptance letter appeared in the mezzanine of his schoolbag. Carleton College. A cradle of dragon slayers suspended in the sky, unknown to the outside world. The moment he stepped into the academy, he broke into a world that had been concealed for tens of thousands of years: the dragon clan has never disappeared, the will of the six kings still sleeps deep in the human blood, and the dragon language engraved in the genes is the only pass here. But his voice cannot be classified by any instrument. The moment he recited the safe words in the recitation class, the timer ran two beats slow; the sequencer repeatedly reported errors to him. The Academic Affairs Office stamped "on hold" and he was assigned to the Morton Campus, a marginal place dedicated to "pending candidates". The incinerated royal city of Garn, the fourth throne, was discovered deep in the desert. All members of the First Fleet were killed, and the Second Fleet stepped into the same ruins at an even more tragic cost. In the deepest part of the final battle, the flames of the judgment sequence penetrated his body, and his accompanying spirit appeared in front of others for the first time, bearing half of the judgment for him. Then he read out a word - not attack, not seal, but withdrawal.