Dragon System: Red Dragon Legacy-Chapter 59: Revenant Corporation

After Lilian stormed off, Orion slowly returned to his room, his head hanging low.

When he entered, he saw Max and Axl snorting and deliberately turning their heads away from him.

Orion sighed.

"You guys mad at me too?" he muttered. "I know we haven’t hung out much lately... I’ve been busy. Tell you what—once I’m free, we’ll go monster hunting together."

As if understanding him, both beasts perked up, their moods instantly lifting. They soon went back to playing, no longer paying him much attention.

Orion quickly took a shower, then sat on the bed and began recalling everything that had happened from the previous night to this morning.

First of all—he had finally had sex since coming to this world. Just thinking about it made him feel lighter. He had been suppressing his desires for far too long.

What’s more, it had been with a half-succubus.

"Damn..." he muttered. "I can’t believe my first time in this world was with a succubus."

He couldn’t help but feel a little proud. After all, it was one of the most clichéd experiences in every fantasy novel he had ever read—and he had always been fascinated by succubi.

Then his thoughts shifted to Lilian.

He definitely had strong feelings for her—but he felt the same about Ember. And now Sofia was in the picture too.

Thinking about it all, Orion felt a pain shoot through his head.

"Aghhh... I can’t deal with this right now." He muttered as he grabbed his head.

He decided to wait and see. Honestly, he wanted all of them. His feelings for each of them were intense—but even if he did want to go down that road... how the hell was he supposed to pull it off?

And speaking of Ember—

"Oh, right..." His eyes lit up. "Now that I have teleportation, can I visit Ember?"

The excitement surged through him, but he quickly suppressed it.

"I don’t know what to expect in that dungeon," he muttered. "I’ll go once I’m ready."

For now, he had more urgent matters.

He needed to visit the Revenant Corporation.

After getting ready, Orion left the house and headed toward the Merchant Guild. He had forgotten to ask Cindy for the Revenant Corporation’s location the previous day.

On his way out, he stopped in front of Lilian’s room—but she had already left for the academy.

After getting the location from Cindy, Orion made his way to the merchant district.

It wasn’t as grand as the noble district, but tall buildings lined the streets, each with bold signs at its entrance. Compared to the rest of the capital, it stood out clearly as a hub of commerce.

Soon, he arrived at a group of buildings with the Revenant Group insignia displayed on the gate. As he approached, a guard stopped him.

"May I ask your business here, sir?"

"Yes," Orion replied. "One of your bosses wanted to speak with me."

"Please wait while I verify that," the guard said politely. "It’s business hours, and the bosses don’t like to be interrupted. I hope you understand."

"Fine," Orion grumbled. "But don’t take too long—otherwise, I’m leaving."

"Thank you for your cooperation. May I have your name, sir?"

"...Orion."

The guard hurried off.

With nothing else to do, Orion sat down. His gaze soon landed on an open newspaper nearby, and a particular article caught his attention.

{Three new Hero Candidates join Valor Academy. Their whereabouts are currently unknown, but our reporter has gathered information suggesting they will soon raid the Dungeon of Wisdom.}

Orion narrowed his eyes.

"Why would another nation send their own Hero Candidates to a different country to study?" he muttered.

"Probably political nonsense," he decided, losing interest—until he read the next part.

{The Church has hinted that the seal containing the Demon Queen may be at risk of breaking. Could the arrival of these Hero Candidates confirm this speculation?}

Orion’s mouth fell open.

"Wait... the Demon Queen?"

’The one I’m supposed to rescue?’

He definitely needed to get to the bottom of this.

Before he could think further, two figures approached him.

One was the guard. The other was a tall, fairly young man—perhaps in his late twenties—with a bright, confident smile.

"Hello, Mr. Orion," the man said, extending his hand. "I didn’t expect to see you so soon."

Orion shook it. "I had a bit of free time."

The man laughed. "Fair enough. I’m Milo Andretti—head of this corporation. Why don’t we talk somewhere private?"

"I’d like that."

They soon entered a meeting room.

"So," Orion said as he took a seat, "why did you want to see me?"

"Straight to business, I see," Milo chuckled, gesturing for a maid to bring snacks.

"First, I want to apologize for refusing to sell you the land you wanted," Milo said seriously. "But when we spoke to the woman managing your affairs and asked about you, she kept dodging our questions. I realized meeting you the usual way wouldn’t work... so we had to take a different approach."

"I see. But why would someone as successful as you go through all that trouble just to meet a nobody like me?"

Milo smiled. "You underestimate your value, Mr. Orion. Your business is growing at an alarming rate—everyone has their eyes on you. We simply wanted to be the first to approach."

He placed a document on the table.

"What we’re proposing is an alliance. Soon, your business will grow too large to manage alone. We want to become your exclusive partner, providing everything you need—in exchange, we’ll offer you the best deals in the market."

It sounded too good to be true, so Orion remained cautious.

"I know what you’re thinking," Milo said. "But you don’t realize how revolutionary your invention is. A man with your mind could easily become one of the leading figures on this continent."

Then he let out a long sigh.

"You see, my father once rejected the man who invented trains—thought the idea was ridiculous. We don’t want to make that mistake again."

Orion understood. Missing a chance like that would haunt anyone.

After carefully reviewing the contract—and even running it through the system to confirm there were no loopholes—they signed.

Later, Orion changed the subject.

"Did you read today’s newspaper?"

"You mean the Hero Candidates and the prophecy?" Milo asked as he brought out a bottle of wine and poured some for both himself and Orion.

"Yes. What do you think about that?"

"Well, the prophecy is already public knowledge," Milo replied, then hesitated. "Though... there is something the public doesn’t know. The prophecy says the seal won’t break on its own—it will be broken by someone."

Orion froze.

’Someone will break it? Is that... me?’ Orion thought, deeply puzzled. ’No—it doesn’t make any sense. I’ve only been in this world for a month.’

After the meeting, Orion left the building, his thoughts in turmoil.

Everything was happening too fast. He had way too much on his plate to handle all at once.

Hero Candidates. The prophecy. The glowing woman who had brought him back to life after he died consuming Ember’s soul fragment. And the New World Order—though he hadn’t faced them yet, he still kept them in his mind.

And his love life was also messier than ever.

Orion clutched his head.

"One thing at a time," he muttered. "Let’s focus on the prophecy first."

As he passed through the gate and was about to board a carriage—

"Excuse me... are you Mr. Orion?"