Dragon Warrior: Full story

The Legend of the Dragon Warrior

No one knows who—or what—the Dragon Warrior truly is.

Some say he's a man. Others whisper he's a forgotten god.

No name, no origin—just rage.

Even the Dragon Warrior himself didn’t know where he came from.

Lost in his own fury, he descended upon a kingdom ruled by the young King II, barely 20 years old. The attack was ruthless, the skies turned red, and the earth trembled. The kingdom fell within days.

But when the fires cooled, the Dragon Warrior stood among the ruins… and heard something he hadn’t expected: cheers. The people praised him.

Unintentionally, he had done them a favor.

He had crushed a corrupt king and freed the kingdom from his greedy rule.

Yet he knew he was not ready—not strong enough—to lead.

And so, he vanished into the shadows once again…

Beginning the next arc of his training.

Ten years later…

The kingdom had changed hands.

Now ruled once again by the first king—King I, old and cunning—who had returned from exile to reclaim his throne. To decide a worthy successor, he announced a deadly competition:

Five gladiator arenas.

Brutal warriors. Monstrous beasts.

Whoever conquered them all would win the kingdom…

and the hand of the not-so-beautiful princess.

The Dragon Warrior returned.

One by one, he destroyed every challenger—never hesitating, never failing.

In Arena 3, he faced Speedy Cow, a former arena boss with horns of steel and lightning-fast reflexes. Though victorious, he saw something in the beast—honor.

So, after the final battle, the Dragon Warrior made a surprising decision:

He gave the princess to Speedy Cow,

took only the crown,

and earned the love and respect of every villager in the land.

Years passed.

He met a celestial being—a breathtaking woman with skin that shimmered in every color of the rainbow. From their love, a new civilization of warriors was born, each child bearing a unique skin tone: red, blue, yellow, and beyond. A peaceful age of unity began.

But peace never lasts forever.

His rainbow-skinned wife had debts—unpaid dues from other dimensions.

And one day, the collector came.

A colossal black demon, cloaked in shadow, with an aura so terrifying it could rip a soul from its body. The sky cracked. The ground bled.

The Dragon Warrior stood against him.

The war lasted three months.

Seventy-five percent of the kingdom was obliterated.

Only the Red and Blue tribes survived.

The Dragon Warrior won.

But the cost was fatal.

He died—standing, blade buried in the demon's heart.

In the wake of his death, two kings rose:

The Red King. The Blue King.

Once united by blood, now divided by ambition. They even became greater then Dragon Warrior himself that day bringed creatures and warriors from different time beings. 

And so a new question echoes across the land:

Will they continue the war for power… or realize the power of peace?