Dragon Clan: Avoid the College Entrance Examination to Slay the Dragon

Chapter 26 Evidence of the Existence of Dragons

Guderian clapped his hands. "Next, I'll show you irrefutable evidence of the existence of dragon civilization!" He turned and called out to the door, "Professor Masashi Toyama!"

The moment the sliding door slid open, a man in a suit bowed and entered. He had a neatly slicked-back hairstyle, and his eyes, shaped like those of a Japanese man, were narrow and narrow beneath gold-rimmed glasses. A light brown scar ran down the bridge of his nose. He carried two black suitcases in his hands. The silver titanium rims shone coldly under the overhead light, and the faint blue indicator lights of the explosion-proof devices were faintly visible at the seams of the suitcases.

"My name is Masashi Toyama, a psychological counselor at the academy." He placed his suitcase flat on the oak table and bowed to the two young men. "It is my honor to show you the treasures that have been passed down through the ages at the academy."

Chu Zihang's pupils shrank slightly. He noticed that the professor's right hand was covered with a thin layer of calluses, which were the marks formed by holding a knife for many years.

"Both of these artifacts are top secret, and the principal has granted special permission to retrieve them from the ice cellar." Toyama Masashi pressed his thumb against the biometric lock, and the lid of the box popped open, releasing a chilling chill. He peeled back the three layers of liquid nitrogen-frozen carbon fiber protective layer, revealing a shield-shaped scale resting quietly on a platinum tray.

The scales were the size of a grown man's palm, their surface shimmering like liquid metal. When Gu Yi reached out to touch them, a chill seeped through his tactical gloves and seeped deep into his bones. Under the overhead light, the scales' texture transformed into ancient symbols like inscriptions on bronze artifacts, their sharp edges slicing the air with a subtle tremor.

"Try this." Masashi Toyama suddenly stuffed something into Gu Yi's palm.

The cold touch of the metal made Gu Yi tense up all over. It was a Walter PPK pistol. At the same time, Chu Zihang stroked the edge of the scales with his fingertips, and blood beads instantly bloomed on the pale skin, which showed how sharp the scales were.

"Please aim and shoot at the scale." The Japanese professor fixed the dragon scale in front of the bulletproof glass window.

Gu Yi pulled the trigger. A thunderous explosion instantly ripped through the air, the recoil nearly dislocating his wrist. The bullet, a stream of crimson light, passed over the dragon's scales, unleashing a shockwave like a howitzer the moment it struck the glass!
The bulletproof glass exploded into countless prisms, and the gust of wind carried metal fragments through the car. Chu Zihang pulled Gu Yi down with lightning speed, and a sharp piece of glass brushed past his ear and deeply embedded itself in the "Dragon Genealogy" tome behind him.

"All personnel, alert!" With a roar, twelve black-clad agents burst through the door. Beneath their tactical helmets, their dark golden pupils flickered in the smoke. Professor Guderian's white coat rustled in the strong wind as he frantically pressed down the flying diagrams of the "Periodic Table of Word Spirits."

"Calm down! Calm down! It's just an accident!" he shouted.

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone moved to another carriage.

Masashi Toyama looked at the intact dragon scale embedded in the safe. "According to the report, Gu is definitely S-rank, but this shooting accuracy...it missed at such a close distance?"

"Did you take the modified gun from the equipment department?!" Guderian suddenly became furious and pointed at the barrel of the gun that was still smoking, where a danger sign with a skull and the words "EXPLOSIVE LOVE" was clearly etched.

The Japanese professor showed a rare embarrassment: "I'm just curious about the 'recoil-assisted aiming system' they mentioned."

"Those bomb maniacs would even modify a toilet into a bomb!" the old professor roared, pulling at his dwindling white hair. "Next time you touch anything from the Equipment Department, I'll have you, the principal, transferred to work with Professor Manstein!"

Masashi Toyama was extremely embarrassed. "This dragon scale arrived in Europe in 1900, traveling with Sven Hedin's camel caravan across the Taklamakan Desert. When Swedish explorers unearthed it from the ruins of Loulan, they thought it was just a piece of ancient armor from the Western Regions. It wasn't until Mr. Meinecke Cassel recognized it at a European salon that he opened another box, and a cylindrical glass bottle was presented to the two men. "This is the second piece of evidence."

The moment the sealed cylindrical jar was lifted out, Gu Yi and Chu Zihang were stunned. The creature suspended in the pale yellow solution was breathtakingly beautiful—its slender tail vertebrae curled gracefully like guqin strings, its back, covered in mother-of-pearl scales, iridescent in the ripples. Its two translucent, membranous wings stretched out like the flying fairy paintings of Dunhuang, and its long, flowing whiskers were more lustrous than the finest silk.

"In 1796, during the Ganges rainy season," Toyama Masashi's voice was imbued with the piety of a pilgrim. "To cure leprosy, the Indian prince dissected alive a giant python that had been entrenched in a temple for thirty years. Inside its belly, they found the Creator's masterpiece. It was a dragon cub, not even dead yet, merely dormant."

Gu Yi's palms broke out in sweat. The red dragon embryo's claws pressed against the glass wall, each nail as if carved from the purest amber. As the formalin solution rippled, the pearly scales reflected the turquoise of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains."

"When will it really wake up?" Gu Yi murmured.

"According to our calculations, it will fully awaken in 2077."

Chu Zihang frowned, "Why is it still alive? Is it worth studying?"

Toyama Masashi nodded, his glasses reflecting a cold light under the overhead light. "Yes, dragons are very violent creatures. They would rather die than live in disgrace. That's why it's very difficult to capture a living dragon." He gently stroked the sealed can through his protective gloves. "This is a pleasant surprise."

Gu Yi stared at the young dragon curled up in the solution. "After all, dragons are a different species. They are dragons, and they regard humans as their mortal enemies." He suddenly turned to look at the professor, "Where did the hybrid's dragon bloodline come from?"

Toyama Masashi turned his gaze towards Guderian, and the old professor said, "Because the dragon race not only has the form of a dragon, but also the form of a human."

"Human form? Professor, do you mean that dragons can also transform into human form?"

Guderian nodded heavily. "Yes, dragons can transform into human form. As for how hybrids appear, you'll learn more about them after you take the relevant courses."

Gu Yi suddenly turned his head to look to his side. Chu Zihang's entire body tensed like a bowstring when he heard the phrase "transform into human form." Beneath his drooping eyelids, a dark golden hue oozed from the edges of his pupils.

"Since dragons can transform into human form," Gu Yi continued, "then are the images of gods in many myths derived from dragons?"

Gu Deli applauded and laughed, "As expected of you, Gu Yi, you're so quick to draw inferences! Many gods' images do come from the dragon clan. For example, Zhurong, the Chinese god of fire, actually comes from a famous first generation species of the dragon clan."

His laughter stopped abruptly, because in the shadow under Chu Zihang's forehead, the golden pupil light suddenly lit up like a tempered blade.

(End of this chapter)