Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 304 Are you ready to surrender and admit defeat? To cast aside your deep-seated hatred and willingly become a loser?!

Xia Mi's acting skills are natural, and she perfectly portrays a pitiful, weak, helpless, and flat-chested girl who has just awakened her bloodline and is forced to participate in the war of gods.

Odin, the king of the gods in Norse mythology, sounds incredibly powerful just from his name. In a game, he would be the final boss. Now that he's suddenly appearing right next to us, who wouldn't be confused?

Therefore, her voice was slightly strained, and her large, dark eyes stared at Lu Mingfei, as if trying to confirm that what she had just heard was just an auditory hallucination, or that it was just a mixed-race person playing cosplay.

But Lu Mingfei ruthlessly shattered her illusions, introducing her in a serious tone: "That's right, it's the Odin you're thinking of!"
A god among gods, the epitome of masculinity, the ruler of Norse mythology, the master of Asgard, the lord of the Aesir, the terminator of giants…”

With each word he uttered, Xia Mi's chubby face paled a little more. By the time he finished reciting that long string of words, her expression looked like she had been scared out of her wits, the kind of person who would only drool even if she recovered.

"Junior sister, are you alright?" Fingel looked at Xia Mi with concern in his eyes.

Although this adorable junior sister hurt his heart right from the start, humans are always most tolerant of beautiful things, and Xia Mi is undoubtedly one of the best among them.

"Isn't he just a mere god who hanged himself from a tree in the southeast for the sake of power? Your Senior Brother Lu is even more... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words of comfort, Lu Mingfei covered his mouth, forcing him to swallow the rest.

Xia Mi looked at Lu Mingfei, who was forcefully locking up the man, and knew perfectly well what was going on, but still pretended to be ignorant: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Lu?"

"No, it's just that Japan claims to have eight million gods, from Amaterasu to Susanoo, and I even beat up Izanami, but they're all fake." Lu Mingfei's statement was seven parts truth and three parts falsehood, and even Fingel, who had experienced it firsthand, couldn't find fault with it.

Having previously been involved in an anime club and possessing some knowledge of Japanese mythology, Xia Mi pieced together the relationships and guessed that among the Japanese hybrid races, the white king who bestowed their bloodline was called Izanami, which is the mother goddess in Japanese mythology.

So the question is, who is Izanagi?
Why do so many people with "尹" in their name yearn to be dragon knights?

Xia Mi glanced at the wooden block next to her and thought that if she ever encountered it in the future, she would rather just kill it with a stick.

“Odin is a Western god, he probably won’t come to China to join in the fun, right?” Xia Mi asked nervously, a hint of hope in her eyes.

"Yes, junior, I will." Lu Mingfei gave a kind smile. "But don't worry, we'll have fine wine for friends and hunting rifles for wolves."

As the saying goes, "A friend comes from afar, and though he is far away, I will surely kill him." If Odin dares to show his face, I'll tear his head off and use it as a chamber pot.

"Really, senior brother? Are you that strong?" Xia Mi's expression showed a mixture of surprise and doubt.

"Of course, bragging doesn't carry any legal consequences," Lu Mingfei said, handing the mini notebook back to Fingel.
"Don't worry, if the sky falls, someone taller will hold it up. If Odin really appears, just push your senior brother Fingel out to cover our retreat, and we'll take the opportunity to run away."

Fingel: ДO?

Listen, is this human language?
"Junior brother, don't be fooled by my weight of nearly two hundred pounds. It's all fat, it's useless." He offered advice, trying to reverse his fate of becoming a sacrificial lamb.
"Isn't Commissioner Cheng and his hunting team nearby? Why don't you go and cause them some trouble?"

They outnumbered each other, and with more people comes more strength; they could hold out longer.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei immediately distanced himself from Erii and pressed himself against her: "You can know a person's face but not their heart. I never expected you to be like this, Fingel."

“Oh, same to you.” Fingel scratched his head sheepishly.

The two, who were in cahoots, started chatting idly. Xia Mi tried to interject several times, but was always brushed off, and they eventually returned to the Regent Hotel.

"How about coming up for a seat?" Lu Mingfei extended an invitation.

"Next time, I still need to clean the house. It's been a long time since anyone lived here, and it's dusty everywhere." Xia Mi shook her head and sighed, clearly indicating that this was a huge undertaking for her.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei gave Chu Zihang a look and closed the car door: "Then let your senior brother Chu take you back. If you don't trust Fingel, you should at least trust him, right?"

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; it's time for my good buddy to use his charm.

Although Lao Tang has already set a precedent, given Chu Zihang's circumstances, there's no need for him to elaborate further; we can simply observe and wait.

Fingel smiled despite being maliciously slandered once again. He was used to the fact that the strong are always being defamed.

Don't you see how many posts on the Night Watchers forum are full of people criticizing him? Has he ever cared about them?

Just delete it!

Upon hearing that Chu Zihang was to take her home, Xia Mi's heart stirred, and after a few blinks, she nodded happily: "Then I'll leave it to you, Senior Brother."

In the rearview mirror, the Mercedes-Benz W14, which was some distance behind the traffic light, had already appeared. She was sure whether Norton had recognized her.

He didn't seem to have regained his memories yet, otherwise he wouldn't have just stood there complaining to Lu Mingfei, but would have immediately sensed her presence and looked in her direction.

He was a serious and rigid fellow, far less approachable than Constantine.

She was a little worried that being face-to-face with him would trigger his memories.

So, let's save our long-awaited reunion for next time.

She already has plans.

"Hmm." Chu Zihang was unaware of what the girl next to him was thinking. He nodded, restarted the car, and drove away.

The black Maybach merged into the traffic, and Lao Tang and Long Ma Xun got out of the car, looking curiously at Lu Mingfei and the other two who were standing there:
"Where is Old Chu going?"

"I'll take the pretty junior home, and maybe stop by her place for a visit," Fingel answered quickly.

Lu Mingfei nodded, and the moment his eyes met Old Tang's, he knew that Old Tang had something to discuss with him.

Back in the presidential suite, Erii took her clothes and rubber duck to take a shower. She had spent the morning looking through documents in the archives, and inevitably got covered in dust, which she, being a germaphobe, couldn't stand.

Longma Xun also knew that Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang had something to talk about, so he went back to his room and started working.

Although she was in China, the Longma family's business in North America could not be completely abandoned, and she continued to operate it remotely.

Fingel also wanted to join in the fun, but forced relationships are never happy, and the more he knew, the faster he might die.

Only true journalists would go to any lengths for the truth, and as the king of paparazzi, he certainly wouldn't risk his life because of that damned curiosity.

In Lao Tang's room, Lu Mingfei sat facing him.

One person was sitting in a chair, and the other was sitting on a bed, with two meters of empty space between them.

"What's bothering you so much?" Lu Mingfei broke the silence first. "Your eyebrows are so furrowed they're almost knotted together."

If you have any difficulties, just say so. Even if it's impotence, he'll just laugh it off and help you find a special medicine that can make even a dragon rise.

Putting everything else aside, there's still a large chunk of White King's essence blood left, which can be delivered by Potato Chip Girl whenever needed.

Old Tang sat on the bed, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, his hands supporting his knees, his head slightly lowered, looking up at Lu Mingfei—a sign of nervousness.

“Clearly…” He took a deep breath, his voice slightly heavy:
"I feel like I'm not really human."

If in Japan one could still call it a gifted individual, or forcibly explain it as a super hybrid among super hybrids, then Shao Nanyin's kneeling and the words "This sinful slave respectfully welcomes my master's awakening" directly killed all suspense.

Previously at Huanya Group, after seeing Shao Nanyin, he completely lost control of his body. His consciousness seemed to have been ripped out, and the savage beast that had given him power and a special physique was awakening within him. Even more ancient memories that did not belong to him were emerging in his mind.

All of this suggests that Ronald Don may not be able to become an explorer like Indiana Jones, but he could be the one to pursue and investigate the goals of Dr. Jones—ghosts or gods.

And they were among the most formidable.

Old Tang recounted his encounter with Shao Nanyin that day in detail, leaving no stone unturned, even including the unfamiliar memories that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

Throughout this time, he kept looking into Lu Mingfei's eyes, trying to gauge his good friend's reaction.

As he had expected, Lu Mingfei's eyes showed no surprise or astonishment throughout, only a calm "Oh, that's it." Finally, after Old Tang finished explaining everything, seeing Lu Mingfei still acting as if to say, "That's all? Give me another five yuan," he couldn't contain his curiosity and asked:
Aren't you even the slightest bit surprised?

"What's the big deal? Those are all my words." Lu Mingfei's lips curled up slightly, like a crooked-mouthed dragon king who had everything under control.

"What do you mean?" Old Tang asked, puzzled.

"What I mean is that what you experienced, the same tactics and operations you used when you were on a winning streak in StarCraft, are all things I've already done before." Lu Mingfei smiled and shared his little-known secret with Lao Tang.

Although all that came to mind were "himself" and scattered memories of the foolish little brother, they were actually quite similar, all being past memories he had never known.

Is the 1892 Lafite wine, but the 1982 Lafite wine is not?

No one dared to drink the 1892 Lafite, but the 1982 was absolutely universally praised.

"So you did it too..." Old Tang was overjoyed, as if he had heard Black Mamba say that sharks had done it too, his apprehension turning into delight.

But this joy lasted only a moment, and soon turned into dissatisfaction:
"What do you mean by saying my tactics and operations are things you've already done? If you lost, you lost. Stop making excuses."

"Have you already forgotten how I tormented you at the Hilton a few days ago?" Lu Mingfei sneered.

"That's because you awakened your bloodline before me."

"What? You're not convinced? Then let's have a solo match!"

Upon hearing this, Old Tang nonchalantly whistled and pointed to the door, saying, "Playing around in broad daylight is such a waste of time. Get out of here and don't disturb my progress!"

"What kind of step are you taking?" Lu Mingfei said, and then saw Old Tang pull out a book from the bedside table next to him—"How to Win the Heart of a Rich Woman".

Lu Mingfei: o_O???
Yes, that shows they really want to improve.

"Alright, take your time improving, I won't disturb you." Lu Mingfei got up and left, afraid that if he stayed too long, Ryoma Xun would come knocking on the door.

Just as he pushed open the door, Old Tang, who was pretending to be serious, suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about that Shao Nanqin (the Shao Nanqin employee badge that Shao Nanyin wore)?"

The reason he didn't call the other party by their dragon name, Mo Ting, was because he considered himself a human, not the master the other party claimed to be.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Lu Mingfei gave an OK sign and closed the door.

As the last gap closed, Old Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief, casually tossing aside the study materials he had prepared to please the rich woman, and then lay back on the soft, comfortable bed.

Thoughts churned in my mind, countless fragmented images flashed by, but in the end, they settled on the boy in white.

“I will find you, Constantine…”

"Soon, just wait a little longer."

He wasn't sure if he would still be himself after finding Constantine, but he knew for sure that he had to find him.

Those were his blood relatives, his only brother.

He abandoned the child in a bronze palace, living in fear and anxiety, anxiously awaiting his brother's return, but all he received was disappointment after disappointment.

"Knock Knock-"

There was a knock on the door, and after he answered, Ryoma Kaoru pushed the door open and entered: "I'm hungry, shall we go get something to eat?"

Upon hearing this, Old Tang sprang to his feet with a somersault, displaying his exceptional core strength: "With utmost joy."

However, his movements were too large and the bed was too bouncy. When he rolled over and got up, the "Soft Rice Treasure Book" next to him also flew into the air, and the big words on the cover came right into Ryoma Kaoru's eyes.

Seeing this, the heiress of the chaebol family gave him a meaningful look, her pink lips curving into a dangerous yet alluring smile:

"Oh~ so you like being passive?"

After saying that, she closed the door behind her.

"boom!"

Lu Mingfei pushed open the carved door of the presidential suite next door, and bumped right into Fingel's wise gaze as he ate fried chicken and cola while watching a variety show, laughing like a fool.

Seeing Lu Mingfei staring intently at him as soon as he entered, Fingel, who was sitting cross-legged on the leather sofa, chuckled twice, put his feet down, spat out the chicken bone in his mouth, and pushed the KFC family bucket out.

"Junior brother, want one?"

"You eat by yourself, I'm full." Lu Mingfei shook his head and declined Fingel's invitation to eat, then picked up his bag and sat down next to him.

"What's this?" Finger fiddled with his fingers as Lu Mingfei took out pieces of paper with neat handwriting from his bag.

"These are what we found in Old Chu's father's secret base. They are all about the resurgence of dragons over the past two hundred years."

"Wow—that's cool. To investigate the secrets of the dragon clan's resurgence, you've come to this coastal town in China incognito?" Fingel instinctively reached out to wipe his oil-stained hands on his expensive suit, but thankfully stopped at the last moment, otherwise Lu Mingfei might not have been willing to reimburse him.

“Perhaps, but compared to those grand questions, I’m actually more interested in this.” Lu Mingfei placed the piece of paper recording the Kassel College Executive Department’s defeat in the Greenland Sea in front of Fingel, his eyes fixed on Fingel’s face covered in oil.

How much do you know about the Greenland Sea?

Fingel paused as he reached for the tissue. His gaze fell on the cold handwriting on the paper, on the striking words: "Encountered an enemy suspected to be the Dragon King in the depths of the icy sea, with only one and a half survivors." Suddenly, he was pulled from the bright sunshine of summer back to the autumn of 2001, back to that cold and frigid sea.

He seemed to hear the surging waves, and the heartbeat that seemed to come from the deep seabed, yet also from the wilderness.

He seemed to hear the low breathing and roars echoing inside the diving helmet, the sound of someone firing wildly with a specially made underwater rifle, and Professor Schneider's desperate shouts over the communication channel.

But in the end, all that echoed in his ears was her final, reluctant whisper, and the deafening silence of his teammates…

And the gushing blood and furious roar of the beast as it was struck by a standard alchemical weapon after breaking free from its cocoon.

His recollection and silence lasted only a brief moment. He quickly shifted his focus and picked up a large Coke from the side, the ice cubes sizzling as if they were floating icebergs on a frozen sea colliding with each other as the waves crashed against them.

Years later, Fingel has long since learned to face his painful past. In front of outsiders, he always appears shameless, never getting angry no matter how much people mock or tease him, just so that he won't grimace in pain when his unforgettable scars are reopened.

"The Greenland Sea incident? I've heard a little about it." He bit his straw, feigning embarrassment.
"Junior brother, as you know, Kassel College has a strict set of confidentiality regulations, and there are some things that no one is allowed to disclose to the outside world."

If I were to tell anyone about this, they might have Professor Masashi Tomiyama perform a brainwashing operation on me. My head contains all the gossip and rumors from the past eight years at Kassel College; if it were wiped clean, it would be a loss for all of humanity.

"Come on, the earth won't stop spinning just because someone is missing, and the world of hybrids won't stop just because we've heard less gossip." Lu Mingfei glanced at him sideways. "For an enemy at the Dragon King level, Kassel College wouldn't send mediocre people to carry out an investigation mission. Those selected must be elites."

"Junior brother, why are you looking at me like that? I'm an unprecedented E-level." Fingel hugged his fried chicken and cola tightly in fear. "If I can't graduate this semester, my rank might drop again next year, and that will be an unprecedented and possibly never-to-be-repeated 'F'."

He emphasized his incompetence and unreliability, but Lu Mingfei was not fooled by appearances.

The Fingel bloodline is powerful, even surpassing the violent blood of Chu Zihang. It is somewhat unstable, but not to the point of going out of control like a "ghost".

Moreover, he also had a brand on his body, but he didn't admit it, and it's unclear whether it remained on his body.

“Guderian told me you fell from A-level,” Lu Mingfei shook his head, exposing his lie.

“That’s all in the past.” Fingel stuffed a fried chicken wing into his mouth, his voice muffled.
There is an old Chinese saying that a hero does not dwell on past glories. Although I also miss my glorious youth, I must eventually face reality.

"So, you're not planning to take revenge on that dragon?" Lu Mingfei looked at him, his gaze like a cold, gleaming knife piercing straight to the heart:

"Are you prepared to surrender and admit defeat? To cast aside the blood feud and become a complete loser?"

(End of this chapter)