Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 393 Forging (Part 5)

Just like Chu Tianjiao leaving Chu Zihang with his mother and finding a new family for them... he just hoped they could live an ordinary life.

Instead of dying in some forgotten corner during the war with the dragons.

Hybrids are just a group of children groping in the dark in the wilderness. There are too many things in this world that they do not know and cannot control.
As the story slowly progressed to this point, the little devil's smile suddenly widened.

"But as you grew up, Lu Lincheng gradually developed a 'feeling'..."

"He felt that you were very much like the boy he had pierced through the chest with his own hands, holding Gungnir—like the black-haired boy who still had a smile on his face before he died, whose soul had been resurrected in your body."

"He has no evidence whatsoever."

Unable to share his innermost thoughts with others, he couldn't truly be certain of the existence of this feeling... Perhaps, it was just some kind of hallucination or déjà vu left behind after he was corrupted by dragon blood?

"But if he continues to stay by your side, could this illusion prompt him... to do something terrible?"

"Perhaps... it was this kind of thought that prompted it."

"So he left you at a relative's house, away from your future life with Giovanni."

"They hope that... you are indeed ordinary enough to be saved in this ordinary world, away from the curse lurking in your blood."

But the three people present could only silently deny it.

That's no longer possible.

"Ordinary" is ultimately just a disguise on Lu Mingfei's body. Deep in his soul lies the inescapable fate of an "agent"!
No matter how he tries to escape, he will eventually be drawn into the vortex of fate and forced to confront the 'past' that is capable of destroying everything he has.

After recounting the entire story of Lu Mingfei's birth, the little devil sighed, "...The rest is something I find rather embarrassing to talk about myself."

"Speak quickly." Bu Shun didn't give him any face and urged him, "Let's stop with the long-winded talk here."

The little devil gave him a disdainful look, but before he could say anything, Lu Mingfei in front of him widened his eyes.

"Huh?!"

To be honest, Lu Mingfei found it quite enjoyable to hear about his own background and his parents' past experiences.

His parents' presence had long since faded from his memory, and the remaining memories of living with his aunt's family were like Harry Potter sleeping in the closet—nothing "wonderful" whatsoever...

Being able to learn about his past from Lu Mingze's perspective, from another angle, gave him a sense of enrichment regarding his "self" and past.

“Lu Mingfei’s past is no longer important; what matters is the present.”

"What exactly is a proxy? When the dragon blood infected Giovanni, did the new soul replace the consciousness of the child in her womb?"

Bu Shun asked the question again.

Lu Mingze gave Xi Xiao a slightly bored look and sighed, "I was originally planning to take this rare opportunity to chat with my brother more... never mind."

"The so-called proxy is the vessel through which the Black King will be resurrected in the future. I've already said that, haven't I?"

"But what should have been a mere vessel of its own is instead an 'unique self'... It is a ghost that has been passed down from the Second Dragon War, a remnant of the emperor who was dethroned by the rebels."

"—That man has already told you brothers about the ins and outs of the two dragon wars in his history class, right?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. Bu Shun's history lessons were quite interesting and humorous, and even Ling would listen attentively and take notes during class.

The first civil war among the dragons marked the beginning of their decline...

It all began with the great rebellion launched by the White King and the Water King.

One-third of the dragons, along with their revered king, raised the banner of rebellion against the supreme Black King.

Apart from the two Wind Kings who were missing at the time, the entire Nine Realms were dragged into this earth-shattering war, including all the retinues of the Fire King and the Mountain King.

The little devil's eyes shifted slightly: "The Water King Njord—the younger of the twins you are about to face—personally destroyed the ecological order of the Nine Realms that he himself had created, unleashing a flood that swallowed everything and swept across the Nine Realms. He fought against the infinite monster horde led by another Water King, as well as the armies led by four Dragon Kings."

"It was an incredibly long war. The elves of Alfheim were wiped out, and the monsters of Niflheim vanished without a trace..." "Giants fell, and the gods perished."

"The end of the First Sun Age ended with Constantine's body collapsing and dying, Jormungandr and Norton being seriously injured, Fenrir having his wings torn off, and the destruction of Matlactilli, the most glorious kingdom of the dragons, leaving only ruins."

"The Black King, with his supreme divine power, annihilated an army of ten thousand, killed the twin water kings, and forged a bronze pillar in the icy sea to punish the detestable rebels. The White King's immortal body was imprisoned on the bronze pillar, tempered by the inextinguishable flames of calamity for a long time, until it finally turned to ashes and was devoured by Him..."

"However, her plan was not completed until the moment the White King died!"

A mocking smile appeared on the boy's face, it was unclear which side he was mocking. But Bu Shun could still sense the murderous intent... and wariness in his words.

And a clear hostility towards the "White King" who, knowing full well that his act of rebellion would inevitably lead to his death, still dragged the Black King into the chaos at all costs.

“The countless lives lost, the water king whose wisdom and power were taken away... they were all just weights that the White King threw onto the other side of the scales.”

The little devil whispered, "Among the dragons, who has the power to surpass the Lord of Armies? Even the White King herself, who is almost equal to the Black King's half-body and His greatest creation—she is still inferior to the Black King."

"As the High Priest of the Dragon Clan, the origin of Dragon Clan civilization... how could that guy not understand this fact?"

"Her sole purpose in starting this doomed war was to have the Black King kill her with his own hands and then devour her."

The brief words, yet contained a wealth of information, sent a chill down Lu Mingfei's spine.

"What kind of reason is that—"

His brows were furrowed so deeply they could almost trap a fly: "Why would she do that?!"

The White King created the original concepts of civilization for the dragon race, including "family," "love," "life," "loneliness," and "order," making him the true origin of the dragon race's "civilization."

To the other dragon kings, her existence was like that of a mother.

Yet it was this very White Queen who ruthlessly abandoned everything she had created.

Hearing this, Bu Shun finally sorted out his suspicions, piecing together the information he had gathered in the different fragmented worlds. If he wasn't mistaken, the White King's goal was—

"Historically, quite a few tyrants have died from poisoned wine," the little devil snorted, his gaze meeting Bu Shun's as he grinned.

You're right.

"Even the supreme god would inevitably suffer severe damage after fighting the White King, who also possesses the authority to control all things."

"In order to restore his own power and to reclaim the authority he had ceded, the Black King is destined to devour the White King, his greatest traitor, whole."

"Thus, the White King, the strongest ruler of the spiritual realm in the history of the Dragon Clan, used his own life and blood to cast an unsolvable curse on the 'Black King who was born ruthless'."

"What He cannot understand—'love'."

A jet-black ring appeared above his palm, and some invisible force slowly pinched the top and bottom of the ring, twisting it slowly but firmly in completely opposite directions.

Finally, the ring transformed into a twisted "8".

Or, to put it another way, an upright Möbius strip.

"In the 500,000 years since the end of the First World War, the deadly poison she left behind, called 'love,' has gradually permeated the Black King's blood and bones, and inscribed the concept of twins within His spirit!"

“When the ‘uniqueness’ is no longer present, ‘division’ becomes inevitable.”

"The elder brother who wields 'power,' and the younger brother who possesses 'heart,' born from the tearing apart of Nidhogg's spirit—these are the two inseparable 'twins'."

"We were born on a throne forged of iron and fire."

His gaze met Lu Mingfei's fiery, flickering eyes, drawn together like a magnet.

The twins, who should never have existed, twisted the fate set by the Black King.

　Okay, I've updated.

　　(End of this chapter)