Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 350 You are playing with fire
"Don't worry about me, senior brother."

Lu Mingfei said:

"I'm much stronger than a polar bear now, so this little injury will heal quickly."

Chu Zihang knew how strong Lu Mingfei was. Back in Germany, he had torn apart a furious second-generation species with his bare hands while in a second or even third bloodlust state. Moreover, Lu Mingfei was a descendant of the Earth and Mountain King lineage, known for its strength.

Last night's events were clearly a dragon invasion, even more so than the one last year.

That's exactly what he's worried about.

Did you use Bloodlust?

Chu Zihang asked.

"Ah, so that's what you're worried about."

Lu Mingfei smiled dismissively and said:

"No, it's not to the point of fighting to the death. That guy is indeed much stronger than 'Dust Remains,' and I've never seen the alchemical domain and incantations he uses before. But even though he's a mage, he insists on fighting me hand-to-hand."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, I didn't lose out."

Lu Mingfei pushed aside the food packaging on the table, moved his chair, and sat down directly opposite Chu Zihang:
"Let's get down to business first. Before you arrived, I had Norma leave this room, and any conversations that happened afterward won't appear in her database."

Chu Zihang remained silent.

He was used to it, after all, the things they talked about were always somewhat "shameful".

“I searched for information about your father in Norma’s database.”

Lu Mingfei's expression was serious:
The result was 'no such person found.' I also used some personal connections afterward, but found no information related to your father.

This shouldn't be the case. Your father possesses a high-level Word of Power like 'Time Zero' and was able to have you, an A-rank, with your mother. Clearly, he is an S-rank super hybrid.

A man who stands at the top of the mixed-race group cannot be unknown.

I suspect he was likely on a highly classified mission, and that someone deliberately erased all traces of him.

Chu Zihang nodded.

He had made this guess before, but he didn't have enough authority to verify it.

Something's not right.

He said.

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback.

“My true bloodline is only B+ to A-,” Chu Zihang said calmly. “The A+ bloodline rating was updated after I mastered ‘Blood Rage’.”

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted sharply.

He knew all too well what this meant.

Because of his abuse of Bloodlust, Chu Zihang's bloodline has gone out of control.

His dragon blood was constantly boiling within him, refining him and continuously eroding his "human" nature.

"Senior brother," Lu Mingfei's voice was a little dry, "do you know what this means?"

Chu Zihang calmly looked back at him, his perpetually calm eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"I know."

He said. “Starting two years ago,” Chu Zihang continued, his tone flat, “my bloodline rating has been slowly rising. Professor Schneider helped me revise my file.”

He was also in the know; he knew I had used Bloodlust multiple times during missions and taught me how to polish mission reports.

Lu Mingfei suddenly stood up, the chair making a screeching sound behind him.

"You're playing with fire! Do you know what you'll end up with?"

"Deadpool."

Chu Zihang uttered that terrifying word.

The air between the two seemed to freeze.

Looking at Chu Zihang's perpetually calm face, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that his senior brother had already prepared for the worst.

Beneath his seemingly cold exterior, a flame of revenge always burned. That flame raged day and night, scorching his very being, causing him to relive that rainy night every night.

Hatred drove him forward relentlessly, like a drawn sword, sharp and piercing, yet utterly alone.

He deliberately abandoned what he considered superfluous emotional entanglements, living a life of asceticism and detachment. Wasn't this a form of self-punishment? Punishing the version of himself who was powerless to change everything back then.

He and Angers were the same kind of people, both avengers who had their loved ones taken away by the dragons. The only difference was that Chu Zihang's life still retained a glimmer of warmth—his mother.

That carefree woman. She was his final anchor in this world, maintaining his connection to it.

Lu Mingfei had no doubt that if even this last anchor point were lost one day, Chu Zihang would fall completely into the abyss of revenge, becoming just like Angers—completely consumed by the flames of hatred, devoting all the meaning of the rest of his life to the conquest of the dragon race.

By then, he might truly become a blade with no more attachments, existing solely for slaying dragons.

That is, if he survives until then.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated emotions, and continued:
"I consulted a master alchemist, who told me that water is the most commonly used medium in alchemy, and that a smooth mirror formed by countless water droplets can allow the alchemical kingdom of 'Nibelungen' to briefly invade reality."

That night, it wasn't that you strayed into Nibelungen; it's very likely that Odin found you during the torrential rain and took the initiative to let you into his divine realm.

Odin is searching for your father, either for himself or because he possesses something Odin needs.

“My father did have a box in his hand, a black briefcase with a silver plaque on it that read ‘Half-decayed World Tree’.”

Chu Zihang said:

“My father tried to negotiate, but Odin only promised to give us ‘life’ and refused to let us leave.”

“It sounds like some kind of alchemical power,” Lu Mingfei said thoughtfully. “I need to go to the library and check the reference books again.”

Chu Zihang's brows furrowed slightly, and a rare hint of confusion flashed across his eyes.

“Odin also said something, but I don’t understand it.”

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised.

Masafumi Tomiyama, an instructor of "Introduction to Brain Science," says that human memory is unreliable, like a broken hard drive that can easily be demagnetized. Past events are like drawings on sand; as time passes, the sand is blown away by the wind, memories blur, and eventually, they become a vast, indistinct blur. Tomiyama explains that this is actually a self-protective mechanism. Imagine if you could remember every detail of the past, never forgetting it; then the saddest, most painful, and sorrowful images of your life would constantly torment you, and you would never be able to escape the negative states of the past.

But Chu Zihang didn't want to forget, because in this world, he was the only one who still remembered that man. If he forgot too, it would be as if that man had never existed at all.

Therefore, he remembers every detail clearly.

Chu Zihang's voice was deep and clear:
He said, “Anyone who has been to this country can return to it; therefore, everyone who comes here must be a servant of God.”

(End of this chapter)