Time goes back to before.
The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor arrived at the most painful moment of his life in his dream.
"Get away, you big-headed dragon."
"Your head is swollen like a big water bubble, it's disgusting."
"Monster, monster."
"Why is your head so big, why is your head so big..."
Beatings, insults, silent treatment, filled his entire childhood.
At the age of eighteen, one night, a group of young dragons viciously beat his head with sticks, thud thud thud, blood spread on his head, his head exploded, and his brain lost consciousness.
He only vaguely heard cries for help.
"His big head, how did it crack open, how did it become nine petals, how did it bite me?"
"Help, someone help me."
"My head, my head."
When he woke up again, there were eight headless bodies of young dragons on the ground.
From that moment, he realized, it was not that his head was big, but that his head could split into nine necks.
