(Pseudo-D&D, Dragon Text, Evil Dragon Lord) As a red dragon, Phoenix often feels like an outcast among the red dragon race. Other red dragons: alcoholics, brutal, arrogant, greedy, tyrants of wild volcanoes. Phoenix: runs an egg dragon farm, providing employment opportunities; absorbs refugees in his territory, creating a beautiful home; prioritizes food safety, warming both the heart and stomach; vigorously integrates the industrial chain, promoting healthy competition in commerce; humbly submits to the Holy Dynasty's rule of filial piety, his famous deeds moving the diverse world… and steadfastly punishes and retaliates against groups of heroes who commit crimes, improving the living standards of humanoid races in dragon-occupied areas, and continuously manually silencing lawbreakers. Finally, he's addicted to opening eggs. "Have you converted 100 gilded dragon eggs today?" Druid girl: "Boss, it's 101." "Open them all!"

"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...