Fairy Tail: The Strongest Fire Dragon God

The old man was so angry that he was about to die.

She silently vowed that she must become a powerful contract master.

At least, she would not be unable to control the weirdness of her contract.

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The storm of running away subsided.

Everyone began to worry about Zhao Hun, who had not made any movement.

"Did he choose the weirdness of the blood-clothed level?"

"Why hasn't he come out yet?"

"It's almost an hour."

Mr. G said that if it hasn't come out after an hour, it means that the contract has failed.

Everyone was worried.

They were worried about Zhao Hun, but they were also afraid that he would really fail. As a companion who came to contract weirdness together, everyone else succeeded, and only he failed.

Even if Zhao Hun is cheerful and lively, he will feel guilty, right?

What is Zhao Hun doing now amidst the worries of everyone?

He is dreaming a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he was still an ordinary person who had accomplished nothing. He was not very popular in the game anchor industry, earning a fixed signing fee and a pitiful amount of fan rewards every month.

But suddenly one day, his live broadcast room was listed on the homepage banner of the video, and countless viewers poured into his live broadcast room, praising his operation, and countless rewards flowed into his pocket like water.

Just when Zhao Hun was wondering, his father called him.

"Hey, son, you've grown up and started your own business. I'm very pleased. Since that's the case, I won't pretend anymore. I'll tell you the truth. I'm the richest man in Asia and own one of the top 500 companies in the world."

"Ah??? Dad, have you drunk too much? Or are you kidding me?"

"Hey kid, I'll transfer this month's pocket money to you. Work hard and my group will be yours in the future."

"Ding Dong! 10 million has arrived on Taobao."

Zhao Hun's eyes widened in disbelief. He opened the software and confirmed it repeatedly several times. The series of zeros on the account showed that all this was true.

Zhao Hun's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Hahahahaha, I'm the son of the richest man in Asia. I'm a rich second generation?"

"Great, my dad kept it a secret and I didn't even notice it."

From childhood to adulthood, he received an ordinary education. He lived in a good or bad place, and could barely be considered an ordinary working-class family.

He used to have only 2,000 yuan a month for living expenses. Because he was not good at studying and was under too much pressure, he entered the workplace after graduating from high school.

After hitting a wall everywhere, he chose to be a game anchor, but the money he earned every month was only enough for his own expenses.

He had had enough of such a hard life!

Hahahaha, he finally turned over and became a dragon.

Zhao Hun turned into a monkey on the spot and sang a song of Tarzan for the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Brother, are you so happy? You sang all the songs from so many years."

"Hahaha, is this the first time on the homepage?"

"This anchor sings really well."

"Isn't this a game anchor?"

"His game skills are not bad, and he looks okay, but I don't know why he has never been popular before."

The live broadcast room was full of praise, without a single hater.

Zhao Hun was so happy.

It even felt unreal.

He slapped himself, it hurt, this was not a dream!

The live broadcast ended.

The income from the live broadcast that day was 100,000.

He finally couldn't help laughing, "I, Zhao Hun, have finally become a rich man."

He was extremely addicted to it.

He began to spend money lavishly. He could spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a meal.

He bought luxury cars worth millions, he booked clubs, and he went to various entertainment venues to spend money. In a short period of time, he squandered 10 million.

As long as he asked his father for money, he would definitely get satisfaction.

He spent a month like this.

A month later, he received another call, "Son, come to the hospital quickly, your mother was hit by a car."

Zhao Hun's brain was confused, he didn't know how he got to the hospital, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the operating room.

The doctor came out and asked them to sign a critical illness notice.

"Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor talked about some of the current injuries. Because the injuries were too serious, even if they tried their best to rescue, it was difficult to guarantee that the patient would survive.

After signing his name.

Zhao Hun saw his father's hair turn white, and he seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant. Even his straight back

All bent a lot.

After a while, the doctor came out again. He shook his head regretfully and said, "Don't be sad. Prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

Zhao Hun's father suddenly covered his heart and fell to the ground.

"Dad! Dad!"

Is this a sweet dream?

Is this a nightmare?

Zhao Hun's brain buzzed, and the sounds around him suddenly became very distant.

On this day, he lost his two most beloved relatives.

Then the company went bankrupt.

The live broadcast business plummeted because of his suspension, and soon those fans ran away.

He lost everything.

Zhao Hun walked on the street in a daze.

When he passed the bridge and saw the fluctuating river water below.

He jumped without hesitation.

...

Mr. G opened the door and saw Zhao Hun lying on the ground, sleeping soundly, and dragged him out as if he was used to it.

A monster that existed in the dream was hovering in the room, its figure was like a dream, swaying.

All that could be seen were its black-purple pupils, which stared at the people who came in with disdain, like a high-dimensional creature.

Mr. G dragged the man out and closed the door.

The others quickly gathered around.

"It's a pity that the contract failed." Mr. G announced the result.

The others sighed, "Is he okay?"

"Can I make another contract after the contract fails?"

"What are the negative effects of a failed contract?"

"Do you want to take him to treatment?"

Mr. G took out a healing potion and injected it into Zhao Hun's neck.

"This potion can only help him heal his body that has been backlashed, but mental injuries are not so easy to heal."

"It's a pity that the contract failed, so of course it can't continue the contract."

Everyone was shocked.

If he can't make a contract, then he can't become a contract master?

How desperate will Zhao Hun be when he wakes up and learns the news?

They couldn't help but cry with a sad face, feeling sad for their companions.

Although there are many ordinary people in the Yigui Society, and Qigui Masters are only a minority among them, it is certain that only Qigui Masters can master powerful power.

For Zhao Hun, who wants to control death in his hands, it is a bit cruel.

Is he going to watch his companions become stronger one by one, leaving him far behind, and he can only watch their backs and become an ordinary clerk in the Yigui Society?

Although they will not abandon him, it is too cruel to watch his companions become stronger while he will never be qualified to become stronger.