Dragon-san Wants a Friend - Volume 3 Chapter 30: Dragon-san Is Determined

I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

[You have been chosen as the new Lord.][You now hold dominion over your very own floating island.][Build your kingdom, summon legendary allies, and rule the worlds!][You have unlocked the SSS-rank Ultimate Gacha System.]Atlas Blackthorn was born with a miserable F-rank battle talent, certain he'd remain a background figure forever. But during a hunting trip, his teammate turned on him and hurled him into a deep ravine.That’s when the system chose him.Granted the Ultimate Gacha System, he gained the power to summon legendary warriors, rare artifacts, and, of course, waifus.With the system at his side and ambition burning within him, Atlas sets out to become the greatest Lord across all realms.How far will his dream take him?

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

‘Less than a month old… I became the the great empire’s treasured princess…!’