Dragon’s Legacy

All of you, cosmic fortune.

The situation has been very sensitive for the past few days.

“Excuse me, I just need five minutes. ”

A middle-aged woman with a promising video player on her way spoke to the poem. For a long preaching life, she could easily distinguish between someone who listened to her and someone who refused her, and her prey caught my attention.

“Yes?”

The poem was frightened and asked as a strange woman spoke.

“Oh, no, you know, just for a moment.... ”

She frowned too much and couldn't get the words right. This was the first time I preached for many years.

“No!”

The poem said a cold word and moved quickly, but on the way, he carefully looked back and ran quickly with a surprised face.

“Well, what is it? ”

She's embarrassed. She blinks.

The situation came home in a quick walk, starting with the washing up number. I don't like washing, so I wash my head once every two or three days, and it was absurd to say that I came home from washing.

“I do! I still do!" ”

Again, he carefully looked back and said that he would go crazy and jump.

Wherever the poem turned, there was a door like a faint fog. [Congratulations to the Pope for winning.].

“Ugh, you know what? Why isn't it gone? ”

The mysterious door appeared not long ago, and sat behind the poem and always followed. No matter how much I ran, it didn't work. Even when I swing the hammer, it broke through like a ghost. However, I felt the chilly texture of the tree when the poem touched it with his own hands.

At first, I was curious to try to open the door, but I came to the conclusion that it was good to judge from multiple angles.

First of all, the main reason was that the winner was a phrase shown by a typical spam advertisement. If I opened that door, something as bad as Pandora's Box might go free, or it might take away something of its own.

“Ah! Shit! ”

There weren't many words I could say.

Nevertheless, he turned on his computer and went online. After all, it was because there was still nothing avoiding him, and after spending a few days together, I was a little used to it.

The situation on the internet quickly became depressed even after watching humor for a short time. I was so concerned about the door behind me that I felt resentful as to why this misfortune had come to me.

In fact, the situation was that there were very few consumptions that satisfied their desires in Mother-in-law who had never been with a girlfriend. Moreover, since I had no talent and went to local private colleges, I had no reason to boast to my cousin or those around me, so I was very far from the words like success or pride.

For some reason, my parents were always worried about the situation, but the situation was just annoying.

“Here we go.”

Even though the ghost door was so concerned that it wasn't until 12 o'clock, my desire to use the computer disappeared.

This was very surprising. Normally, computers were basic until 3: 00 a.m., even though there was a lecture the next day at 9: 00 a.m., I often didn't sleep until 5: 00 a.m. But I'm not doing anything. I was just playing a game with the Internet and it happened.

When the poem lies on the bed, it moves by itself in a direction that allows the door to open easily.

The scene was so frightening that the poem closed his eyes and turned his body to the other side. I had cold sweats on my back, and I kept having negative thoughts in my head.

I didn't believe in ghosts because I believed in science, but after a long time thinking that I would have to apply a big crystal to that belief, I fell asleep.

I don't know what time it was, but suddenly my eyes opened. I tried to burst my bladder because I didn't sleep while peeing because of tension.

The poem opened a visit to the non-dreamy monk and headed to the bathroom. Things were not properly identified due to dark surroundings and clumsy eyes.

Nevertheless, the situation suddenly came to my mind due to the strange feeling and strange feeling.

“Huh? ”

This wasn't the narrow hallway to the high school bathroom. It was wide enough that nothing could be touched by the full swing of its arms, but it was so dark that nothing was identified.

My back was sweating and my forehead was sweating.

I grope back to look for the door that just came in, but I see nothing but empty space.

My whole body starts to stab, and I start to sweat and my heart starts to accelerate. It wasn't just tension. Fear of experiencing it for the first time led to horror.

The expression of the word related to all kinds of fears, such as embarrassment, tension, and fear, was revealed against the face of the poem. I was so scared that my hands trembled and only moaning came out of my voice.

“Please, help me. Somebody, please help me. ”

I shouted in a hurry. The timid situation did not usually speak well, but when the crisis came, I felt that the feeling of shame was not important.

“Congratulations!”

Suddenly, as the surroundings lit up, a 10-year-old blonde boy appeared in front of the poem shouting loudly. It came out of nowhere, as if it had fallen from the sky.

“What, what? ”

Suddenly, as it brightened, the poem frowned and blocked with his hands. Soon after, things began to divide around me because I had adapted to the light.

“You inherited the legacy of the Gold Dragon, Quezron! I won the odds of jumping lightly into the thousands, not to mention the tens of thousands! ”

“What, what? ”

The poem had no choice but to ask the child to be foolish because he did not understand what he said at all.

“Oh, it's frustrating. So the Pope won Kesron's legacy and became one of the richest men in the universe. ”

“Quezron's Legacy? ”

“I told you.”

But the poem still doesn't make any sense what the blonde kid was saying.

I glanced around the area with a frown, and it was like the interior of a giant castle. Like a hall somewhere, on the bottom of an infinitely large space, a carpet with no idea what animal fur was made of was creating extreme softness and warmth, and on the stairs going up to the second floor, congratulations [Pope.] hanging all over the place. And there were countless gold dragon drawings and sculptures on the walls, presumed to be Kezron or something.

“This place.... ”

“I'll just tell you one step at a time, so follow me. ”

The blonde boy led the poem's hand to the reception room. But the reception room was as big as a living room in a 100-story apartment with antique tables and sofas in the middle.

“Hey, that one! ”