DragonCoin Revolution のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Sage’s phone chimed with a message:*Casey can you take my shift? I’m not feeling will I just got my period and its giving me bad cramps. *Casey stared at the message, still half-asleep and trying to decode Mika's auto-correct disaster through bleary eyes. She'd been curled up on Jordan's lumpy couch for maybe three hours, having finally crashed after a late-night writing session that had somehow turned into reorganizing her entire manuscript outline at 2 AM."Well," she mumbled to herself, pushing copper hair out of her face, "so much for sleeping in on my day off."She thumbs-typed back: *Of course! Feel better. Heating pad and ibuprofen are your friends. What time do you need me there?*The response came back almost immediately: *10 AM opening shift. You're a lifesaver! I owe you coffee.*Casey glanced at her phone's clock: 8:47 AM. Just enough time to shower off yesterday's grease smell, grab her Burger Blast uniform from her backpack, and catch the bus across town to the Crossro

"I'm sorry, sir, we only serve what's listed on our menu board," she recited, just as Tomas had instructed.The man—Xaihuang, according to the business card he suddenly produced—leaned on his cane and studied her with keen interest. "Of course, of course. How foolish of me." His fingers drummed against the carved handle of his cane, a rhythmic tapping that somehow reminded Casey of coins dropping. "Perhaps instead you could tell me about your... writing projects? I understand you're working on something quite ambitious. Dragons, is it?"Casey's hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the counter. "How does everyone suddenly know about my book?"Xaihuang's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp. "Word travels quickly in certain circles, my dear. Especially when someone writes with such... authenticity about subjects they shouldn't understand." He paused, tilting his head. "Tell me, where do your ideas come from? Your descriptions of elemental magic are remarkably accura

"That wasn't a coincidence," Casey—no, Sage—whispered, watching the water with new eyes. "Did I... did I do that?""Your awakening is accelerating," Marcus said, glancing around the food court with concern. "We should continue this conversation somewhere more private."Xaihuang tapped his cane sharply against the floor. "For once, I agree with Mr. Chen. Though we differ on what should happen next.""What do you mean?" Sage asked."Marcus represents the traditionalists—those who believe we should continue hiding, continue limiting our true nature." Xaihuang's voice dropped to a silky purr. "I represent a different perspective. Why should dragons with your potential be forced to live as fast-food workers? To suppress their true nature for the comfort of humans?""Don't listen to him," Marcus warned. "Xaihuang was exiled from the Council for trafficking in dragon artifacts. He's the one who's been authenticating stolen coins for the black market.""Stolen?" Xaihuang scoffed. "One cannot