Chapter 3- I am a Dad... And I’m Doomed
A world eerily similar to Earth... yet distinctly different.
This was the Great Dragon Country, and its shimmering crown jewel was the city of Autumnvale—a sprawling metropolis of mirrored skyscrapers, digital billboards the size of buildings, and highways that roared with the breath of steel beasts.
In this city, money didn’t talk—it ordered entire city blocks to kneel.
A white Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the financial district like a shark in still waters. Behind it, two sleek black Mercedes-Benz sedans flanked the lead car—one ahead, one trailing. Perfectly synchronized. Obedient. Silent.
Inside the Phantom, the mood was... dense.
At the wheel sat David, the kind of man who hadn’t smiled since his second divorce—and still held a grudge against seatbelts. He drove with unwavering focus, like every pothole was a landmine and every red light a test of loyalty.
In the back sat Vincent Cornelius—arms crossed, brow locked in a scowl so powerful it might qualify as a Class-A spirit technique.
But let’s clear one thing up: Vincent wasn’t upset because he found out he had a son.
And he wasn’t angry that said son had gotten his teeth knocked out at school.
No. That wasn’t the problem.