Dragon King Supreme

Author: Julian Veyne

Chapter 1: Life Is Unpredictable

Words : 1855 Updated : Mar 27th, 2025

In the summer of 2003, nineteen-year-old Calvin Cox, handcuffed and shackled, was taken to Stonegate Prison. A week earlier, Calvin had gone to a classmate's party. Encouraged by his classmates, he confessed his three-year crush on the school belle, only to be heartlessly rejected. That night, overwhelmed by his emotions, he drank himself into oblivion. When he woke up, he found the school belle naked and dead next to him, her body showing signs of a violent attack. Witnesses stepped forward, claiming they saw Calvin forcefully take her to a hotel. Based on these testimonies, he was arrested and sentenced to prison in less than a week. Despite Calvin's cries of innocence, no one listened. At the prison gates, Calvin's parents knelt, holding a cardboard with "Injustice" written in blood-red letters. Nearby, the school belle's family, dressed in white, cried out in grief. As the transport vehicle neared, her father rushed forward, angrily pointing at Calvin. "Calvin, you monster! You deserve to die!" he screamed. "Why wasn't he sentenced to death?" "I will appeal until he is!" Calvin's father, Edison, overcome with anger, shouted back, "My son is innocent!" The girl's father struck Edison on the head, yelling, "Innocent?" "Your son killed my daughter! I'll kill you, you beast!" The family swarmed, beating Edison to the ground until guards intervened, pulling them apart. Blood ran down Edison's face from a cut on his head, but he ignored it. He shouted at the van carrying Calvin into the prison, "Son, don't be afraid!" "I know you're innocent!" "I will clear your name even if it costs my life!" Calvin watched, tears flowing down his cheeks. Once inside, Calvin was led to his cell, where he found himself among seven burly, menacing inmates. They eyed his slim frame with cold, mocking smiles. As soon as the guard left, the men surrounded him. The leader, Jones Danzey, a man with a scar, looked Calvin over with disdain. "Kid, what are you in for?" Calvin muttered, "I... I was framed." Before he could finish, Jones punched him in the stomach, sending Calvin doubling over in pain. He had never been hit like this before. It felt as if his insides would explode. He collapsed, retching. Jones put his foot on Calvin's head, snarling, "Damn it, you're here for a reason!" "Answer me straight, or you'll get more of this!" "If you don't follow the rules, you get a beating!" Calvin whimpered, "I swear, I'm innocent..." Jones gestured, and the others pounced, beating Calvin until he was bruised and bloody, then dragged him before Jones again. Jones pressed Calvin's head underfoot. "Now, tell me again, why are you here?" Stubborn as ever, Calvin gritted his teeth, "I was framed..." Jones, infuriated, barked, "Still talking back? "Hang him up and teach him a lesson!" They tied Calvin's hands with bedsheets and hung him by the bed, taking turns beating him for over an hour. Even as Calvin lost consciousness, he insisted on his innocence. They eventually let him go, not daring to kill him but continued to treat him with contempt, beating him for any small reason. Calvin reported the abuse to a guard, resulting in punishment for one of Jones's lackeys. The retaliation was brutal. Calvin was hung and beaten all night, nearly losing his life. From then on, he avoided them, not daring to resist. His only hope was that his parents would clear his name and get him out of the hellhole. Three months passed, and Calvin grew increasingly anxious. It had been over a month since his parents visited. They never missed a monthly visit, their only chance to see him. Their absence gnawed at him with worry. They wouldn't abandon him. Had something happened to them? One evening, Calvin gathered the courage to ask a sympathetic guard, Harlan Zimmerman, about his parents. The next day, as Calvin ate lunch, Harlan approached, his face somber. "Calvin, I just received some news. You... you need to be strong." Calvin's hand trembled. A sense of foreboding washed over him, tears brimming in his eyes. Harlan took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Your parents... They had a motorcycle accident on their way to the city to appeal to you. They... they didn't survive." Calvin's tears poured down. His worst fear had been realized. His parents were gone. Harlan sighed, patting Calvin's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss, Calvin." Calvin sat there, lost and numb, his mind filled with memories of his parents. After Harlan left, Jones and his gang sauntered over. Jones scooped half of Calvin's meal into his tray, dumping scraps into Calvin's. "Kid, today you get to eat meat. Here are some bones, my treat. Don't be shy." Jones and his gang laughed heartily. Calvin remained silent, engulfed in grief, staring blankly ahead. Misinterpreting Calvin's gaze as a challenge, Jones grew enraged. "Who the hell are you staring at?" "Upset I took your food?" "Fine, I'll give you something back!" Jones spat into Calvin's plate. "Eat it clean, or I'll hang you all night again!" Calvin said nothing, but his eyes sparked with something, perhaps a glint of defiance. As he slowly returned to himself, anger and sorrow filled him. Gripping his chopsticks, he glared at Jones and his crew, blood boiling in his veins. He was falsely imprisoned, and his parents'' death turned into a fiery resolve. Calvin no longer feared death. He only wished to unleash his fury before he died. Jones, seeing Calvin remained still, grew more furious. "Didn't you hear me?" "I said eat, damn it!" He lifted Calvin's tray, intending to slam it into his face. In that instant, Calvin sprang into action. He drove his fork straight toward Jones' eyes with a furious roar.

Dragon King Supreme

Chapter 1: Life Is Unpredictable

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