Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 391 The Beginning (Part 3)
An unjust cause will inevitably bring disaster.

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The little devil spent some time telling the two people in the mental world a story that wasn't very long.

A story of running towards freedom amidst the snowy Christmas night and the raging fires of hell.

A story about a boy and a girl.

Zero's first encounter, promise, struggle, and escape with Renata Yevgeny Chicherin... In the frozen soil and blizzards of Siberia, the boy and girl made a promise to rely on each other, ignited the infernal fire that burned everything in the hellish research institute, and then ran towards the future amidst heartbeats and songs.

"We will not abandon one another, nor betray one another, until... the end of our lives."

The boy in the shadows whispered, "Brother, do you think this will be a romantic story?"

Faced with this question, Lu Mingfei didn't know how to broach the subject.

After all, in the little devil's words, "Zero" is "them"—the girls who were once part of Renata, and now they have become the new "Zero"...

The grand escape of the boy and girl in the snowy night, it seems, did not reach their intended destination.

Why do we say that "Zero" is "us"?

Lu Mingfei felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat, and his voice became somewhat muffled: "In your story just now, Zero was incredibly mysterious and powerful, possessing incredible abilities, able to move freely between cages even amidst layers of restraints... He sounded just like you."

—Not like me.

"Heh." The little devil chuckled, but suddenly changed the subject: "Brother, don't you think the man's research process in the story is incredibly bizarre?"

"Scientific research is often a matter of luck, isn't it?" Lu Mingfei retorted sullenly. "The thirteenth person just happened to get lucky. Did he never succeed again after that?"

The little devil nodded: "That's true."

After obtaining "Number Zero," Herzog did indeed want to replicate it in the same way, attempting to create "Number One," "Number Two," and "Number Three"...

However, the truth is that good luck seems to have left him.

Even after the brief fire that ignited the snowy night at Black Swan Harbor, he still hadn't achieved anything beyond Zero.

"However, the birth of Zero was neither a coincidence nor a matter of luck."

He pointed his index finger at the sky, "But... it's destined to succeed that one time, and it will only succeed this once."

"What did Herzog think he had obtained? A living specimen completely corrupted by the blood of an ancient dragon, yet miraculously not turned into a Deadpool?"

"Completely wrong!!"

The mocking laughter, amplified by the increasingly heavy rain, sounded all the more distinct and powerful. The sneer in the little devil's eyes was like seeing a smug air force pilot who thought he had caught a fish.

Little did they know, a monster was actually lurking beneath the surface, gently pulling on the fishing hook.

The moment he pulls the rod, the giant, which has willingly taken the bait, will leap out of the water and swallow the fisherman whole.

The endless shadows swallowed his figure, darker than the rainy night and darker than the clouds, as if some incomparable behemoth was casting an indescribable shadow from the sky, covering his thin body.

“Brother, let me tell you,” he said softly.

“All the Black King’s bloodline are the anchor points for Nidhogg’s existence… Even though He has entered the underworld, He can still be revived from the ‘blood’ of the being He chose at the point in time He anchored!”

The boy's recollections seemed to burn with a fierce fire within his voice. "Herzog thought he created 'Zero,' that he received the only gift from fate... but that child was not favored."

"Like his colleagues, he died on the operating table that day, and what he woke up to was—"

"The Black King's Agent!"

Before the wide-eyed youth, the golden-eyed boy curled his lips into a smile, raising his outstretched hand upwards, "So this is... the resurrection vessel chosen by Nidhogg!"

The thunder tore through the heavy air that had suddenly plummeted to freezing.

“In other words…” Lu Mingfei’s voice was hoarse, “Zero was born because he was chosen by Nidhogg… but what does that have to do with us?”

There is a very obvious "flaw" in the little devil's statement, and that is "time".

Nineteen years ago... "Zero" was already "Zero".

However, Lu Mingfei himself had no memory of anything related to Zero... not even in his vague memories.

Lu Mingze narrowed his eyes, then held up a finger. "Brother, you should already know this."

"The essence of the dragon race lies in its blood and bones."

“The Black King Nidhogg split himself to create the first and greatest offspring, the White King, who possessed power almost equal to his own… Then He split His bloodline again, giving birth to the Four Kings, so that the dragon blood could flow into the future.”

"Blood is the most important part of the dragon race's heritage."

He shrugged and changed the subject: "Let's continue with the previous story... Unfortunately, nineteen years ago, the boy and girl's escape was only half successful."

"He originally intended to take the girl along the railway and escape to China, where they could survive well anywhere."

"But on their escape, Zero and the girl... encountered a group of members of the Secret Society."

“Those Secret Party members were well-equipped, well-trained, and had a clear objective.”

"Zero can only guess that they came for him."

"As the Black King's agent, he should have possessed the power to devour the world! But Zero is very weak, unimaginably weak, because he is only the one of the twins who possesses the 'heart,' while the one who truly possesses the 'power' is still dormant... With only the meager power leaking out from his slumber, he cannot even defeat these humans."

"The final result was... the girl escaped." He curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile. "And Zero was pierced through the chest by a gun called 'Gungnir' and taken back to that icy hell by those people."

—The story of Zero has come to an end.

Through the anchor point he had left behind, Bu Shun gazed at the two brothers who were looking at each other in their spiritual world, and silently recited in his heart.

Washed by the waves formed by the confluence of rainwater, Lu Mingfei's feet, which had been firmly rooted to the spot, swayed slightly. He clenched his fists tightly and said in a trembling voice, "So..."

Lu Mingze answered quickly, "Brother, you guessed right."

“Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini, your parents, are members of that secret party.”

"At the moment they 'killed' Zero, Zero's blood also infected them, contaminating the already pregnant Giovanni's womb—"

"--you."

The moment Zero died, a new Black King agent was born once more.

　What a difficult journey... I've finally gotten to this point.

　　(End of this chapter)