Start with Dragon Maid and start dueling!

Start with Dragon Maid and start dueling!

Author: Rex Jue

Summary:

Wanlong Dianling, second year of junior high school, JC.

She is obviously a very pretty and lovely girl, but she is covered with an indescribable veil of horror.

Because of this unstoppable mental pressure from outside, Ling has not had a single friend since she was old enough to understand.

The only thing she had was an inheritance - a huge palace-like mansion that could accommodate hundreds of people.

Until one day, Ling discovered that several strange maids suddenly appeared in her home.

Strange horns, strange tails, they call themselves - Dragon!

Find cards from another world to strengthen your deck!

Gather the spiritual strength of your partners and defeat all evil!

Join hands with the dragon maids and explore the future together!

Start duel!

The Arrival of the Dragon Maid

1 Omen, the beginning of destiny!

Jingle bell~

The wind chimes hanging on the glass door of the convenience store rang for the thousandth time, welcoming the twilight of dusk.

"Thank you for coming! Please...please take care!"

The clerk's almost crying voice, like a sad elegy, drifted away from behind Wanlongdianling - the girl in the urban legend.

Walking through the store door dyed red by the setting sun, the unwelcome legendary girl, carrying today's dinner, started her way home.

The streets were busy with traffic and noisy, and nothing had changed from yesterday.

It was a normal evening, and the girl's normal time to get home from school. However, something went wrong today.

Perhaps she was subconsciously tired of the monotony. Today, Ling did not choose the familiar way home, but walked away from the usual way home and walked towards another unfamiliar street.

This unintentional behavior led to some abnormalities... The thirst-quenching passion, as if blown on the face by scorching sand, disrupted the orderly operation of this city.

Three guys with fat faces and red, yellow and blue Mohawk hairstyles, like young men in leather jackets who have traveled from the end of the century, formed gangs and occupied the sidewalk.

A strong smell of alcohol could be smelled around them, and it was obvious that they were some bad guys who were looking for trouble under the influence of alcohol.

If others want to pass through the blocked sidewalk, they have to go around the outside of the road and walk with the moving cars.

On a busy evening, this only adds to the traffic congestion.

Du-du——

Many drivers honked their horns in complaint, but to no avail.

"Hey hey hey..."

“Hahaha…”

They were arm in arm, chatting and laughing with each other, completely ignoring the angry glances from passers-by.

"You... don't occupy our road!" An old woman with a cane, hunched over, blocked their way, looking aggressive and tapping the ground with her cane.

"The road is not yours, get out of the way!"

"Hey, old woman! If you want to lecture me, go talk to your grandson. Don't even think about making me back down!"

As if he was a bad boy from a cartoon, his golden lip ring trembled, he lowered half of his body, stretched his mouth with an exaggerated expression, and sneered at the old man who was preaching to them.

"Hey, aren't there plenty of roads nearby? Why do you have to squeeze into one lane with your buddies?" He pointed his thumb back, pointing to the crowded road.

"This road now belongs only to the tyrants! Only the weak are not worthy to pass through! Hahahahaha~~~~!"

“Wuhuhu!” The old woman was shaking with anger, but there was nothing she could do.

"Grandma, don't bother with these people." A geek wearing very high-degree circle glasses, carrying a load of unspeakable trophies from the battlefield, couldn't bear to watch, so he stepped forward and helped the old woman to the side of the road.

"Hahaha!" The Mohawk youths looked at each other as if they had won, and began to laugh wildly again.

"Hehehe! Who else is so blind that he dares to interfere with us, the three members of the "Death·Ming·Star" group?"

啪哒

Ling stopped and did not take a detour like the others did for fear of getting into trouble, but she also did not stop the other party's domineering and rude behavior.

She just stood there and did nothing.

Because as usual, she didn't need to do anything.

"Hmm~~~~" The young man with a mohawk who was holding his companion's shoulder widened his right eye, which was bloodshot due to overwork, and fiercely glanced from bottom to top at the girl who suddenly stopped in front of him, "Female middle school student?"

"Little sister, don't mess with them, hurry... um!" The otaku was about to remind the girl not to cause trouble, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly turned into a small voice of surprise.

"Yabaiyo! With this attitude, she...she is one of the living urban legends, the Terror Girl!"

"It's okay now, bye!" After saying that, he ran away with a physical strength far beyond the limit of a otaku, comparable to a sprint champion, and instantly ran more than ten meters away!

This is a signal, a signal like lighting the fuse of a bomb.

"Haha~ I suddenly remembered that my grandson hasn't been fed with milk powder yet!" The old woman, who was shaking with anger, suddenly became very happy. She even stopped using her crutches, her legs and feet twitching, and she disappeared at the end of the street like a gust of wind.

A young cyclist passing by moved incredibly quickly, jumped off his bike, picked up the bike, and became one with the bike, running away at a speed that was no less than that of a professional racing driver!

A driver took advantage of the traffic jam to glance out the window at the sidewalk, and his pupils shrank in horror, and he suddenly exclaimed:

"Oh!"

click

The car windows locked instantly.

Click, click, click...

The sound of locking doors echoed throughout the street, and almost all drivers tacitly chose the same action.

Close the windows and shut the doors!

Then, with cold sweat pouring down my face, I grabbed the steering wheel and stared at the traffic light ahead, hoping that it would turn green soon.

The bustling streets suddenly became cold and solemn, as if facing a great enemy.

"what?"

The red Mohawk opened his mouth wide, confused as to why the person next to him had such a reaction, "What the hell is going on?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you!" He stamped his feet on the ground, turned his head and laughed at the nervous drivers on the street, "I won't hit you, so why are you so scared of us, the three members of the Death Star?"

"Little ghost, you don't think anyone will come to save you like the old woman did? They were all scared away by our domineering power!"

Huang Zhimohawk, who didn't need to look anyone in the eye, shook his hair that looked like a rooster's comb, raised the corners of his mouth in a very comical way, and the expression on his face became more and more arrogant.

He wanted to intimidate this ignorant little girl in order to demonstrate his authority as a tyrant and take the first step towards ruling this neighborhood!

But his companion, Blue Mohawk, was out of place and suddenly let out a scream of terror!

“Ah ...

His slightly skinny companion suddenly fell to the ground, using his hands and feet to move backwards desperately like a loach.

"Nani? What's wrong with you, second brother!?"

Lan Zhimohawk couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. He was trembling and couldn't even speak clearly. He even rolled his eyes: "Brother, she...she she she she she..."

"Huh?" As the eldest brother, Huang Zhimohawk instinctively felt a terrifying chill crawling up his spine and rushing to the top of his head.

"Wow!" followed by another cry of pain.

"Third brother!"

This time it was the third brother who fell to the ground.

The Mohawk-clad brother, who had his back to the female high school student, was pale and his body seemed to be covered with cracks, as if he was about to split apart!

He had never looked anyone in the eye, especially a short and delicate girl, and no one would have objected even if he said she was an elementary school student.

But now, he had to face his mistakes.

It was a huge mistake not running away at the first possible moment!

His stiff neck creaked like a rusty machine, and he slowly turned his head until the source of fear was reflected in his pupils.

The being before him was not a young girl at all, but... the embodiment of terror!

At some point, he lost his sense of gravity, and when he woke up, he had already had an intimate contact with the earth.

The girl, whose face he could only see by lowering her head before, was now in a high position, looking down at him coldly.

He was wearing an extremely ordinary blue and white sailor suit, and was carrying an ordinary convenience bag and an ordinary school bag in each hand.

But she is anything but ordinary.

Invisible pressure comes from the girl.

Even the air in the Mohawks' eyes was distorted.

Indescribable darkness emerged from the void, wrapped around the girl's body, slid its tentacles, and distorted everything around her!

There was no expression on her face, and the pair of golden eyes that lit up in the darkness released an extremely cold terror!

"Step aside."

The clean and deserted words penetrated into the ears of the Mohawks and invaded their brains that were frantically crying for help.

It was clearly a beautiful youthful voice like the sound of a bell, but what they heard was the voice of the devil summoning.

In the brain, in the depths of the soul, whispering continuously.

The fear can no longer be suppressed.

Blue and Red, with Mohawks, rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot!

Only the eldest brother Huang Zhimoxi is left, still alive!

“No… don’t kill me!” The eldest brother’s eyes were bloodshot with fear. He struggled to survive and got down from his seat. He kept knelt and begged for mercy. “Please let me go! I have parents and children to take care of. Please let me go!”

"We, the three of us from the Death Star group, will never dare to act recklessly and tyrannically again!"

The girl didn't say anything. She walked through the gap between the three people lying on the ground, as if she didn't see them at all.

“Help…Help, help!!”

When the source of fear went away, the Mohawk brother burst into tears without caring about his image, crying like a child.

"Hey! What are you guys doing there?" A policeman came leisurely on his bicycle.

Huang Zhimohawk desperately grabbed his trouser legs, tears streaming down his face: "Save me! There are monsters and demons!"

"monster?"

“Huh—Wow!”

Wanlong Dianling stood on the side of the road, blew a breath of hot air gently towards the window glass, and wiped it with the handkerchief she carried with her so that it could reflect her current appearance.

The shadow of a young girl is reflected in the glass.

Even if the medium is an old glass window, her loveliness will not be reduced much.

Her smooth black hair, like the night sky, flows down along her shoulders, highlighting her quiet and pure temperament like a literary girl.

Under the slightly long eyelashes are a pair of pupils with a golden luster, as bright as the morning sun.

What broke this harmony was the girl in the mirror. She reflected on the left lower eyelid of Ling's mirror image, where there was a wing-shaped, dark mark that looked like eyeshadow.

Although the mark is very conspicuous, it does not destroy the girl's overall temperament at all. Instead, it adds a touch of charming beauty and mystery to her.