From Naruto onwards, I've become a dreamer.

Chapter 347 Didn't expect that, did you? Someone arrived early.

Perhaps out of concern for his junior, or perhaps because of a ripple in his heart, Chu Zihang walked over without thinking.

"Don't worry, this mission is well prepared and there won't be any accidents." He said reassuringly, then paused for half a second before adding, "I've already asked Caesar to protect you. You just need to stay in the cabin and follow his orders."

To be honest, this kind of task couldn't be simpler, and it's basically not dangerous at all.

Although they didn't understand the principal's intentions, the people on this ship were not cowards, and they would never push a freshman to the most dangerous area of ​​the battlefield.

In fact, Xia Mi's task was very simple: he just had to wait for Caesar's order, wait for the radar to lock onto the underwater target, and then press the launch button with his index finger. That would basically complete the task.

There's no need to risk diving underwater and venturing into the legendary forbidden land of the Dragon King; nor is there any need to stand on the deck and command this fully armed warship.

Leaning against the deck railing, Xia Mi listened to Chu Zihang's comforting words. The sadness in her eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by a bright, white smile and her usual mischievous grin. She patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "I can't thank you enough for such a great kindness. I have no way to repay your kindness, senior. I'll be your servant in my next life!"

"And what about this lifetime?"

Chu Zihang asked the question purely subconsciously.

Generally speaking, if you're destined to be a beast of burden in your next life, then in this life, wouldn't you have to repay that kindness with your body?

However, the moment this thought popped into his head, even Chu Zihang himself was surprised. Why would he have such a 'thought'?

Could it be because of the vague sense of familiarity emanating from Xia Mi?
From the moment he met Xia Mi, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness to this 'monster'-like girl, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

"Uh, you wouldn't happen to have feelings for me, would you, Senior Chu!"

Seeing Chu Zihang's increasingly strange gaze, Xia Mi was so frightened that she took several steps back, hugging her arms tightly to her chest, and pretending to be trembling with fear: "No! I'm very innocent, I don't like cold and aloof men like you!"

Having said that, as if to prove her determination, Xia Mi crossed her arms, showing a look of resistance: "Da me! Da me da me!"

Chu Zihang was almost in tears, because Xia Mi's actions directly attracted the attention of two busybodies.

Caesar, who was not far away on the deck, gave him a knowing look and mouthed: Oh, so you like this kind.

Chen Motong, who had already put on his diving suit, immediately adopted a look of watching a show. If he didn't have a mission later, he probably would have already been unable to suppress his burning gossip.

Even Chu Zihang's hardened face couldn't withstand the gossipy gazes of these two, and a crack appeared in his icy demeanor.

Fortunately, Professor Manstein came to the rescue. He glanced at his watch and called everyone over: "Alright, kids, entertainment time is over, it's time to get down to business."

"It is now the night of July 28, 2010. The Moniach is anchored in the Three Gorges Reservoir. The river is calm and the equipment is functioning normally." Manstein looked around at everyone and said, "Project Bronze is about to be launched. I am the captain and person in charge of this mission, Gerd Rudolf Manstein. This is my thirteenth captain's log for this voyage."

Then, after making a transoceanic phone call and obtaining the consent of the Board of Trustees, Manstein officially announced the commencement of Project Bronze.

"Now, let's officially assign tasks. Chu Zihang and Chen Motong will infiltrate Bronze City to install the alchemical bomb."

Manstein paused, then looked at Caesar and Xia Mi, and said, "You are responsible for guarding the area and ensuring the support and safety of the diving team. Once it is confirmed that the 'Dragon King' has surfaced, you must use the Storm Torpedo to completely destroy it immediately. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Caesar glanced at Chen Motong, his concern evident, but he swallowed it back down.

He knew that Nuonuo's personality wouldn't allow him to express his concern, so he could only convey the rest of his meaning to Chu Zihang through his eyes.

This was a silent exchange between men. Chu Zihang nodded silently and said, "I'm the team leader for this dive. No matter what happens, just follow behind me, okay?"

"Why can't I be the team leader?" Nono asked, slightly unconvinced. "You can't beat me."

Chu Zihang's answers are always concise and easy to understand.

"Well said, but don't say it again next time." Chen Motong snorted, turned her head away, and didn't mention becoming the team leader again.

"Senior brother, you'll never get a girl like this," Xia Mi muttered to herself.

Chu Zihang pretended not to hear, quickly put on his special diving suit, and then, together with Chen Motong, slowly sank into the water, dragging the lead weight.

Visibility is extremely limited in murky water. Even with professional spotlights, visibility is no more than five meters. Moreover, as you sink deeper, the water pressure gradually increases, and the noise suddenly fades away, as if you have arrived on a lonely alien planet, surrounded by an endless sense of solitude.

"Report to the water team, we have reached the designated position and are about to enter the crevice."

After reporting the situation, Chu Zihang led Chen Motong to continue descending, following the uneven stone wall to a deeper depth.

When the pressure gauge showed a depth of 80 meters, Nono whispered, "We've arrived."

What comes into view is a giant wall that stretches endlessly upwards, downwards, leftwards, and rightwards. Under the spotlight, it gleams with an ancient bluish-green hue. Mottled patina covers it like a layer of cotton wool, and unidentifiable plants grow in the foamy patina, their slender tendrils swaying gently with the flow of water.

Is this the ancient bronze city cast from an entire mountain by the Bronze and Fire King, who was most skilled in alchemy?

Only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly appreciate the power of the Dragon King to govern the heavens and the earth!
This magnificent and awe-inspiring ancient building symbolizes the pinnacle of alchemy. It is the regenerated metal created by the King of Bronze and Fire using the purest flames to burn, kill, and remove impurities from metals, and then revive them. It can also imprison souls!

The souls imprisoned in the Bronze City will obey the Dragon King's decree and guard the gates of the Bronze City.

Chu Zihang pulled out a vacuum tube from his lower back, extracted the blood sample inside, and injected it into the mouth of the human face on the bronze city. A heavy, loud sound reverberated in the water, and ancient incantations entered his mind directly.

The mouth of the human face carved on the bronze grew wider and wider, like a giant python capable of swallowing an African elephant.

A figure stands before an ancient dwelling cast in bronze.

"Brother, you're finally back."

As if a voice was calling out again, the man in front of the house paused slightly, as if summoned, and walked over stiffly.

"Someone has broken in, brother." The childish voice, seemingly filled with immense sorrow, softly said, "Brother, eat me, just like you said, cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and then take me with you back to our homeland."

The man remained silent and walked into the house.

The interior was furnished in an unusually simple manner, with a small bronze lamp burning as a palace maid knelt, emitting a bluish light.

Inside the main room, two steaming teacups sat on a low table. The clear tea in the cups had a few tea leaves floating on top, and it looked as if it had just been brewed, still steaming.

A dark-haired boy sat at the low table, picked up his teacup, and looked at the man who walked in. His eyes, as pure and clear as a baby's, shone with a faint gold, as if he were waiting for a guest to attend a banquet. He smiled warmly and gently: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ronald Tang."

Holy crap! That scared me!

The man clutched his chest, pressed himself against the door, and asked in a terrified expression, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

"I?"

The black-haired youth put down his teacup, looked at the man with a meaningful gaze, and chuckled, "I'm just a spectator."

(End of this chapter)