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My Daddy, the Dragon Warrior

My Daddy, the Dragon Warrior

Chase Tingey

Last update: 2024-05-11

Chapter 1 The Nine-Fingered King

  • In the southwest region lies a high-security prison of the highest tier, designated as SSSS.
  • It was regarded as the most terrifying and tightly guarded in all of Cestia, unparalleled by any other.
  • Within its walls were once individuals of high status and influence in Cestia.
  • Including financial moguls, underworld leaders, and high-ranking officials.
  • Simply put, only those with formidable backgrounds could find themselves incarcerated within this SSSS-tier prison.
  • Now, it was the inmates' designated time for outdoor activities.
  • The sky was clear, and the weather pleasant.
  • On the periphery of the yard.
  • A man dressed plainly lay on a bench, eyes shut, face upturned, enjoying the warm morning sunlight.
  • Just then, a series of urgent footsteps approached.
  • The prison warden hastened to the man.
  • "Mr. York, you have a call. It seems to be from your daughter," he informed.
  • "My daughter?"
  • Maxwell York's expression flickered with surprise as he accepted the phone.
  • "Hello, who am I speaking to?
  • "Sob, sob, sob. Are you my daddy?"
  • Between tears, a young girl's voice broke through the line.
  • Judging by her tone, she couldn't be more than five years old.
  • "What's your daddy's name?"
  • Maxwell's instinct kicked in as he realised only a select few had his phone number.
  • Among these ten individuals, nine are top tycoons of Cestia, the kind with significant power over the political landscape.
  • "My daddy is Maxwell York, and my mommy is Daphne Lewis.
  • "Daddy, please come and save mommy. She's going to marry someone else.
  • "I don't want her to marry someone else. I want my daddy," the little girl sobbed.
  • Bang! Maxwell's mind reeled in disbelief. "You ... you're Daphne's daughter?"
  • "My mom is Daphne, do you know my dad?"
  • "You're five years old?" Maxwell's hands shook as he held the phone.
  • "Yes, mommy said my daddy left and won't ever come back. I found this phone number in the drawer and decided to call you. Do you know where my daddy is?"
  • This little girl was the daughter Daphne had for him. He had a daughter?
  • Maxwell's voice quivered with agitation. "I'm Maxwell York. I'm your father. I'll come to you right away."
  • Six years ago, he was drugged by his half-brother and pursued by assassins.
  • Thankfully, Daphne saved him.
  • Under the influence of drugs, he wronged Daphne.
  • Afterward, he was cast out by the Lewis family.
  • Upon leaving the Lewis family, he encountered assassins.
  • Forced to flee, he eventually plunged into the river.
  • Near death, he was rescued by a mysterious elder and taken to the Royal Guard, starting as a mere soldier and eventually ascending to the throne.
  • "I'm on my way, Cupcake. Please don't cry."
  • "Daddy, you have to come find me. I don't want them to call me names."
  • Her words stabbed into Maxwell's heart, leaving him breathless with pain.
  • "I'm so sorry, Cupcake. I'll protect you from now on. Just hold on for me."
  • After hanging up, he instructed the warden, "Call Line 001 for me. I need to leave."
  • "Understood, Mr. York."
  • The warden responded respectfully.
  • Each time the warden glimpsed the golden-threaded glove on Maxwell's left hand, an inexplicable sense of unease and fear washed over him.
  • Removing that glove seemed to foretell death — a chilling and ominous sensation.
  • Three years ago, Cestia's top official brought Maxwell to this prison.
  • He commanded that no one could approach him.
  • Maxwell occupied a solitary cell, unique among the prisoners.
  • Though the warden was in the dark of Maxwell's background, his orders came directly from the highest authority. Neglecting Maxwell was out of the question.
  • The warden speculated Maxwell hailed from a prominent Cestian family, possibly a wealthy heir.
  • His presence here indicating involvement in a serious crime, warranting personal escort by the highest official.
  • However, an incident later shook the warden to his core.
  • Blue Nose, a dreaded gangster within the prison, had a notorious reputation for ending the lives of over a hundred individuals. Displeased by Maxwell's secluded cell, he decided to instigate him, launching a barrage of insults and taunts.
  • In the end, Blue Nose met his demise, impaled by Maxwell's left hand, his death hauntingly tragic.
  • Following Blue Nose's fate, no soul within the prison dared to provoke the enigmatic and unpredictable Maxwell.
  • "I'm curious about Maxwell's background. The warden treats him with such respect."
  • "Who can say? There's something about him that feels out of the ordinary."
  • "That glove on his left hand is especially unsettling. It gives me chills every time I see it."
  • "Oh! You've noticed that too? That glove appears extraordinary. Rumor has it, it's crafted from golden silk interwoven with exceedingly fine platinum threads. Soft and thin, yet invincible against ordinary weapons."
  • "It's said to withstand blades and flames alike, an incredibly impressive defense."
  • "Ha! There's nothing to fear. In my heyday, I was a prominent figure in the underworld, commanding thousands of loyal followers ... "
  • Despite his bravado, his voice was hushed.
  • After all, Blue Nose, a figure of dread, met his demise swiftly at Maxwell's hands. It was natural to quiver in his presence.
  • Five minutes elapsed.
  • As the prisoners enjoyed their time in the yard, their gaze collectively shifted skyward.
  • "D*mn! What's that? A military helicopter."
  • "Maybe some important dignitary is paying a visit?"
  • "It's the Royal Guard helicopter."
  • Approaching, the helicopter bore a large red 'R' on its cabin door.
  • The Royal Guard served as Cestia's primary border defense force.
  • Five years earlier, six neighboring nations united with 500,000 soldiers to invade Cestia's territory. The Royal Guard was tasked with repelling them.
  • The war was fierce, resulting in numerous casualties.
  • Under the leadership of the commander-in-chief, the Royal Guard emerged victorious, compelling the invaders to sign a ceasefire agreement, relinquishing land and providing billions in compensation for Cestia's losses.
  • Promoted to a five-star general, the commander-in-chief became Cestia's youngest general, wielding immense power.
  • However, sightings of this man were rare; while many had heard of him, few had actually seen him in person.
  • "Is the helicopter experiencing issues? Why isn't it landing?"
  • "It's strange."
  • One by one, the prison's notable figures gazed up at the hovering helicopter.
  • Before long, the cabin door swung open, revealing a figure clad in military attire.
  • Tall and commanding, he exuded a formidable presence unmistakably that of a soldier.
  • "What is he going to do?"
  • "I haven't a clue."
  • In the next instant, jaws dropped in unison.
  • The military figure leaped from the helicopter.
  • A height of nearly thirty meters.
  • Thud!
  • With a resounding thud, he landed gracefully on bent knees.
  • Upon impact, the ground bore the deep imprints of his footprints.
  • The prison's notable figures stood in stunned silence, incredulous at the display of strength before them.
  • Was this man real?
  • How could he possess such extraordinary power?
  • The prisoners trembled in fear as the warden hurriedly led the guards to welcome the arrival of General John Harris of the Royal Guard.
  • John Harris surveyed the prisoners, before striding over to Maxwell, offering his respects.
  • "Four-star general of the Royal Guard, pay my respects to the Army Commander."
  • He knelt on one knee.
  • His expression reverent and awed as he looked up at Maxwell.
  • This spectacle left both the warden and the prisoners dumbfounded.
  • Was Maxwell the general of the Royal Guard? The renowned five-star general? The top legend in all of Cestia?
  • "Pays respects to the Army Commander!"
  • Instantly, the warden knelt down.
  • Subsequently, countless prisoners followed suit, their bodies trembling with fear.
  • Refusal to kneel before the Army Commander was punishable by death.
  • Especially those who had gossiped about him behind his back; their backs were now slick with sweat.
  • They feared Maxwell's retribution.
  • "Rise! We are family here."
  • Maxwell stood tall, his demeanour composed as he surveyed the crowd with a sharp gaze.
  • "I thank you all for tolerating my presence these past two years. Until we meet again."
  • Not a single word was spoken.
  • The air heavy with tension as everyone held their breath.
  • "Warden, I appreciate your care over these two years. The food wasn't half bad," Maxwell remarked.
  • The warden looked up, wanting to express something but feeling a mix of excitement and fear.
  • This was the fearsome figure who had claimed thousands of lives on the battlefield.
  • "What is it you wish to ask?" Maxwell questioned.
  • The warden hesitated momentarily before gathering his courage. "Army Commander, about your gloves ... "
  • "Oh, these are my Tightening Spells," Maxwell explained casually.
  • "Similar to the Tightening Spell worn by the Monkey King on his head. Without these gloves ... most of the inmates in this prison would have met their end!"
  • He took off the golden threaded gloves.
  • His hand drawing everyone's attention.
  • Maxwell's left hand bore the absence of a pinky finger.
  • He exposed his left palm, revealing faintly outlined veins forming a 'K.'
  • A potent aura of death emanated from Maxwell's left hand, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
  • "On the battlefield, I am also known as the Nine-Fingered King."
  • "With these four fingers alone, I can crush the skulls of at least three thousand individuals."
  • Silence blanketed the room as fear gripped everyone.
  • Incredibly startling.
  • Maxwell's left hand seemed like the very embodiment of death itself!
  • Who could have dared to sever his pinky finger?
  • Upon examining the wound, it was clear it had been cleanly sliced off by a sharp object.
  • But who would dare to mutilate the finger of the Army Commander of the Royal Guard?
  • "Time to go, everyone." Maxwell announced, slipping back on the golden threaded gloves.
  • With those words, he rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, and boarded the helicopter hovered in the sky.
  • All eyes was lost at words and watched in awe as the scene unfolded.