Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 252 The New Evolutionary Medicine God's Kiss
The sky over Saitama Prefecture was as gloomy as iron, with lead-gray clouds hanging low as if they might fall at any moment and crush the Kanto branch base into dust.

Akechi Asuya has returned to his loyal Kanto branch and is currently at home, idly working in his control room.

His injuries had mostly healed, but the dull pain in his left ribs still felt like a tiny thorn, reminding him of the fierce battle that had taken place not long ago.

"How boring..." he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged instruments in the operating room: scalpels, bone saws, dissecting scissors... each one gleaming with a cold metallic luster.

The family has decided to cooperate with Kassel College to launch a final attack on the "god" in the deep sea.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the family requested the full cooperation of all departments, mobilized troops, and prepared for this ultimate showdown with the dragons.

The Kanto branch, being the largest concentration camp for problem children in the Sheqi family, was naturally pushed to the front lines.

Most of the members here are lunatics, but their lunaticism is valuable—their bloodline ratings are frighteningly high, their combat power is ridiculously strong, and yet their minds are not quite normal.

They were like domesticated wild animals, released to bite people in peacetime, but used as expendable resources in wartime, thrown into the most dangerous battlefields.

This led to a widening rift between the branch and the main branch, with the branch's freaks becoming increasingly unruly and the main branch members increasingly disliking them.

Their boss, Genichiro Ryoma, was notoriously disliked.

In private discussions within the family, the people of the Kanto branch are not much different from the Oni Clan, except that their bloodlines are more stable, and in terms of spirit, they are no different from the Oni.

After Tachibana Masamune came to power, the situation in the Kanto branch improved slightly. The kind old man suppressed all dissenting voices with benevolent governance, saying that geniuses should be given enough tolerance, and how could someone without quirks be called a genius?

Because of his recommendation, the ministers and group leaders of the Kanto branch were not expelled from the family. This action maintained the stability of the Kanto region and also made the unruly genius willingly serve him.

But this is not loyalty; it's just that the problem children don't have the courage to break with their families. Being in the thick of it, they deeply understand just how unfathomable the Snake Clan truly is.

Moreover, Tachibana Masamune gave them ample freedom and trust.

But Tachibana Masamune died.

Then, the madmen of the Kanto branch suddenly realized that they had lost even the last bit of false loyalty.

A genius can serve anyone, whether it's the Snake Clan or the Demon Clan; in Akechi Asuya's eyes, there's no difference, only who pays the higher price.

Previously, the Ghost Clan had sent people to contact him, but it was still in the probing stage. However, they are now too busy to deal with their own problems, so they probably don't have the energy or the qualifications to come and discuss cooperation with him.

With a sneer, Akechi Asuya put on rubber gloves like a professional surgeon, tightening his fingers slightly to ensure they fit every inch of skin, and neatly arranged the entire set of anatomical instruments by category.

This god-slaying has many uncontrollable factors. No one knows what the situation is like at the bottom of the sea, or whether the blood of the gods that was released during their revival will give rise to many dragon-blooded creatures.

The recent counterattack by the Oni Clan has been fierce, and the Kansai branch has lost a lot of manpower in Osaka. If a naval battle really breaks out, the Kanto branch will have to step in, sending more troops and taking on more risks.

Akechi Asuya disliked being used as expendable material, but he also had no intention of slacking off or waiting for others to take the lead.

He was only interested in two things: dissecting corpses and strength.

Slaying a god is a heroic act of killing a deity with a mortal body. If he could, he would still like to personally strike the god and see if the god would bleed, and what color the blood would be.

Unfortunately, this ultimate god-slaying weapon is called a nuclear bomb. If it is successfully detonated, let alone divine blood, it is unlikely that even a normal cell will be left.

A faint smell of blood filled the operating room as Akechi Asuya focused intently on the corpse on the operating table.

He wasn't a forensic doctor, but the scalpel, as thin as a cicada's wing, moved nimbly in his hands, cutting through the skin and dissecting the fascia and flesh layer by layer, revealing the stark white bones and colorful internal organs.

Reaching out to press on his heart, which had lost its vitality and warmth, Akechi Asuya sighed softly.

Unfortunately, Osakawa and Kotetsu died horribly; they were either burned to a skeleton or riddled with bullets. The sniper, Kageshu, was nowhere to be found.

Otherwise, he could dissect the bodies of advanced hybrids and ordinary people to see what the differences are in their physical structure.

However, they were still his subordinates, so he still had to avenge them.

Akechi Asuya's reputation at headquarters was actually quite good. He was tough and decisive, a breath of fresh air in the Kanto branch, which was rife with gambling, prostitution, and drugs. He had heard some rumors that the guy named Batman had also appeared when Tachibana Masamune died the night before last.

The patriarchs said that the Dragon King of the Demon Clan attacked the patriarch, but he felt that Tachibana Masamune's death was inextricably linked to that Gotham bandit.

Moreover, it is said that Chu Zihang, the one who stole his title of invincible in close combat and was unharmed when Deadpool attacked, was also with Batman at the time.

As Akechi Asuya removed two clumps of useless fat with a scalpel, he inexplicably thought of the twin sisters who had been burned to skeletons.

The younger sister had slept with every male member of the Kanto branch except him. Upon learning of her death, all her comrades were burning with rage, wanting to avenge their bed partner.

But that's something to do after the gods are slaughtered; let's talk about it after they successfully survive the war against the gods.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Clear footsteps came from outside the control room. Akechi Asuya looked up and frowned as he looked towards the door.

He rarely invites people to his home, and his subordinates are aware of his quirks, so they are worried that if they go in, they will become material for his stories and never come out. Therefore, they generally do not take the initiative to visit him.

The footsteps outside the door were completely unfamiliar to him; he had never heard them before, and they carried a repulsive confidence.

"Knock knock—" The door to the control room was knocked on.

Thinking of the assassination attempts on high-ranking family members in recent days, Akechi Asuya became interested. He didn't reach for the scalpel on the other side of the operating table; instead, he held the scalpel between two fingers and nodded slightly.
"Come in."

The door opened with a click, revealing a pitch-black corridor outside. A pale light emanated from the control room, illuminating a ghostly figure.

It was a man dressed in a black kimono, with a white courtier mask on his face. His hands were tucked into his wide sleeves and held in front of his abdomen, like a kabuki performer preparing to go on stage.

Good night, Branch Chief.

Beneath the white mask, a pair of dark gold eyes resembled a bottomless ancient well, making it difficult to fathom their intentions.

Akechi Asuya narrowed his eyes, immediately confirming the other party's identity: "A royal general?"

He gripped the scalpel, his eyes scanning the patient up and down, as if pondering where to begin the incision.

"Are you here to die?"

"Why can't we be here to discuss cooperation?" Wang Jiang, unfazed by Akechi Asu's venomous and chilling gaze, stepped forward into the control room.

"Now that the Ghost Clan has become like stray dogs, even you, their leader, have to personally come out to win them over. What kind of conditions can you possibly offer that will interest me?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiang reached out from his sleeve, revealing three bottles of dark red reagent between his fingertips.

Its color is deep and rich, like molten bronze mixed with living gold.

Evolutionary drug?
Akechi Asuya looked disdainful. He had heard of the Oni Clan's evolution drug before; it was powerful but had equally terrifying side effects.

He craved power, but he didn't want to be a mindless beast who only knew how to kill. The scalpel between his fingers stopped spinning, the meaning clear: without an explanation he could accept, he wasn't leaving today and would become anatomical material for tomorrow night.

"This is the latest evolution drug, God's Kiss."

Wang slowly extended his other hand, indicating that he was not carrying a murder weapon, and stepped forward to place the "Kiss of God" among the dissection instruments.

"The heads of the Snake Clan probably didn't tell you why the White King was resurrected, did they?"

Meeting Akechi Asuya's slightly curious gaze, the king recounted in detail the sinking of the Lenin and the ancient dragon embryo it carried.

Akechi Asuya had no idea that the opportunity for the White King's resurrection was actually created by the patriarch himself, and his gaze toward the three vials of evolution medicine carried a hint of inquiry.

"One of the raw materials for 'God's Kiss' comes from the fetal blood of that ancient dragon embryo."

Back then, the head of the Uesugi family was just an ordinary A-rank hybrid. She was corrupted by the blood of an ancient dragon and became a semi-evolved species. Now, her bloodline even surpasses that of Genjiro.

Tachibana Masamune used the Dead Servant Fetal Serum to suppress the Uesugi family head's dragon transformation; I did the opposite, and after more than ten years of research, I finally developed a stable evolution drug.

“Interesting.” Akechi suddenly laughed. “But how can you prove this isn’t some kind of…”

Without warning, his scalpel plunged into the king's throat: "Hallucinations?"

The knife tip stopped one centimeter away from the skin.

Wang Jiang remained motionless, a smile playing on his golden eyes beneath his mask. He kept his hands behind his back, his voice carrying a hint of self-satisfaction and pride:
"After taking these three evolution pills, your bloodline will be strengthened to a level close to that of an emperor."

He didn't even bother to propose a method to verify the authenticity of the evolution drug, clearly showing his extreme confidence.

When Akechi Asuya drew his sword, he kept his eyes fixed on the king. He never sensed any wavering or fear from the king, only a calm confidence that he had everything under control.

Either he was certain that he wouldn't actually make a move, or he was convinced that he couldn't break through his defenses and threaten his safety.

Slowly sheathing his sword, Akechi Asuya said calmly, "Your purpose."

“A nuclear bomb can indeed kill a god.” The king’s smile deepened. “But what if the god has already left its burial place?”

Upon hearing this, Akechi Asuya's eyes widened slightly.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat fanatical smile: "Conditions."

"In the Sheqi Eight Families' battle plan, the Kansai branch will use helicopters to monitor the entire sea area from space, while the Fuma family's ninjas will monitor the situation in the surrounding sea area from the outside." The king said with a smile, revealing the battle plan that even Akechi Asuya did not know the full picture of.

"The Kanto branch's job was to maintain firepower alert."

You will patrol the sea in small naval patrol boats, using twin-barreled heavy machine guns and man-portable missiles to deal with deadly underwater threats at close range.

The moment the war against the gods begins, you will perish instantly.

Although he already knew that the Kanto branch would definitely be thrown into the most dangerous place, Akechi Asuya still frowned when he heard the family's arrangement.

"so what."

"Slaying a god, shouldn't you personally cut off His head?"

Wang glanced sideways at the corpse on the operating table, which was already half-dissected, and sneered:
"Protect yourselves, and the geniuses under your command. You should fight on the real battlefield of slaying gods."

“Not enough.” Akechi Asuya shook his head. “I need more ‘Kiss of God’.”

The three evolution pills allowed him to crush that guy named Chu Zihang, but ultimately he was only close to the level of an emperor, unable to pose a fatal threat to a god.

If he wants to taste the blood of the gods, he must surpass the emperor.

“Ordinary hybrids can only take a maximum of three doses. If it is Asu-kun, he should be able to receive more divine blessings.” The king stretched out his hand, revealing his wrist beneath his sleeve, where a hideous, bluish-black tattoo was visible.

Akechi Asuya reached out and shook hands with it, only to discover with surprise that it was not a tattoo, but a genuine dragon scale.

He applied a little force to his hand, but it felt as if he were holding a lump of steel, and his strength was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to budge it in the slightest.

"This is the consequence of being directly contaminated by the blood of the ancient dragon." Wang Jiang noticed his gaze, chuckled, withdrew his hand, and turned to leave.

He didn't say when the remaining kisses of God would arrive, nor did Akechi Asuya ask.

After the masked demon left, Akechi Asuya turned his gaze to the three evolution potions placed between the bone saw and the hammer.

The Divine Kiss, crafted from the blood of the Ancient Dragon, opened the door for him to become an emperor. So what about the blood of the White King?

Is it to approach God, or... become God?

"Hehe, this is truly delightful."

Akechi Asuya severed the corpse's link with his sword, held the unseeing head in his hands and examined it closely, then casually tossed it aside, picked up a new toy, and strode away.

……

Meanwhile, in Takamagahara.

Caesar, dressed in a white suit, stood at the edge of the dance floor, watching Fingel howling and twirling on stage. The colorful lights shone on his handsome face, leaving only a look of utter existential doubt.

Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?
Today, Fingel brought him to Takamagahara, expecting to see a fierce battle array waiting for the king to come and snatch him away. However, what he saw here was completely different from what he had imagined.

Fingel led him to the fourth floor and happily went to play games with the Asian guy nicknamed Old Tang, looking like he had found a soulmate and had completely shut down his brain's thinking.

Chu Zihang sat there, playing the role of the aquarium curator, looking preoccupied and lost in thought. He answered questions only briefly, and it was clear that he was hiding something from others.

Caesar suspected that Lu Mingfei had stolen his heart, but he had no proof.

Despite being the king's beloved disciple, Genji only had a superficial understanding of this number one enemy and never saw his true face.

Moreover, despite being a super hybrid, he is exceptionally weak. Not only does he have the body of an emperor, but he is also busy all day with his love affair with Sakurai Kogure, or imparting his experience to the male prostitutes in Takamagahara.

The remaining one, Sakura Yabuki, buried herself in a huge amount of French information, seemingly working on a travel guide.

Given this team composition, Caesar seriously suspected that he had joined a Tokyo tour group rather than a group of Tokyo demon slayers.

After a long, speechless day, I finally made it to night and prepared to wait for the king to come to me, hoping to carry the whole team in the dark with my magical words.

As night fell, the music in the dance floor on the first floor was deafening. Caesar suspected that if he released the Word of Power: Kamaitachi, Fingel would leave him with an unforgettable, haunting sound.

(End of this chapter)