Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 83: Setting Sail, Heading Towards Galid!
That's roughly the situation.

Lu Mingfei rubbed his temples and spoke to the two friends who had traveled across time and space, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

"Um"

Natsuki Subaru was still dressed as a black-flame martial arts cultivator, casually leaning the terrifying greatsword that had once slain a god on the ground as if it were a fire poker.

He crossed his arms, his signature dead fish eyes staring blankly at the sky above the border.

"I do know a little German, but that's probably useless to you. Besides, Bochum is such a remote place. I've never even heard of it."

Lu Mingfei's gaze shifted to the other side, carrying a final glimmer of hope.

Shirou Emiya met that pleading look and could only offer an apologetic wry smile, shrugging his shoulders:
"Me? Just an ordinary Japanese high school student."

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes.

Do you think I'd believe that?! Do all ordinary high school students in Japan know magic? Are they all geniuses in sword magic?

"Fine."

Lu Mingfei's shoulders slumped, like a deflated balloon, and his voice was muffled.

"I've had enough of my exile in Germany. I'll just stay here in this godforsaken place on the border for now."

Natsuki Subaru seemed to remember something, scratched his messy hair, and pointed to the sky:
"Hey Lu, do you remember what that First King Gefulei said? That phrase that's been circulating quite a bit in the borderlands... I think it was something about... power?"

Emiya Shirou picked up the conversation at the opportune moment, speaking in a gentle tone:

"'Power is the reason for being a king.' Is that what Subaru meant?"

"Yes! That's the line!"

Natsuki Subaru slammed his fist into his palm, making a loud cracking sound, and yelled:
"So, Lu Jun, the root of your current problem is simply that you're not strong enough in terms of fists! Why don't you go and light up the Great Rune first! You won't have to worry about the Rune Curves."

He waved his hand grandly, displaying boundless pride:
"I'll tighten my belt with Emiya and spare a few for you!"

"Don't, don't, don't"

Lu Mingfei was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head like a rattle drum:
"That stuff is ridiculously expensive! It's priceless and impossible to find."

"Hey, Mr. Lu, what are you thinking about?"

Natsuki Subaru slapped Lu Mingfei on the back with such force that he stumbled, then said nonchalantly:
"Of course it's for you to borrow! Just in case. Rune Curve is one of the very few items that can still be used in the real world. It's a real magic ring carrier. You might need it when you get back."

Emiya Shirou also suppressed his smile and nodded in agreement:

“Subaru is right. Use the tools when necessary, don’t be stingy. The real world is not like here.”

He surveyed the desolate and broken landscape of the border region, his voice lowering:
Life cannot be relived.

He paused, his tone becoming unusually serious:
"Lu Jun. The countless deaths and resurrections at the border will gradually numb your sense of life, wear away your awe of 'death,' and blur the boundary between reality and illusion with each revisit. We've all been through this stage."

"Therefore, you must always be vigilant! Guard your 'true self'! Tell yourself again and again—'Who am I?' 'Where did I come from?' 'What am I protecting?'"

"Cherish yourself in the real world, cherish those who care about you, and cherish every breath. Otherwise, sinking into power and sliding down those indescribable and bizarre paths will be your only destination."

“That’s right.” Natsuki Subaru muttered:

"Look at Kaneki, he's such a grown man, yet he was almost driven crazy by that white-masked guy's coaxing and deception. So there are really a lot of strange gods in the borderlands."

"Oh oh oh"

Lu Mingfei nodded quickly. Both of them could be considered Lu Mingfei's seniors and mentors. Their experience was accumulated through repeated difficulties and was of absolute reference value to Lu Mingfei.

"Now that the Great Rune has been activated, which way should I go?"

Emiya Shirou and Natsuki Subaru exchanged a glance, their faces showing hesitation.

After a long silence, it was Shirou Emiya who finally spoke:

"Let me tell you."

He casually took out a dagger from his spatial storage and began drawing simple diagrams on the grass:
"A shortcut leads forward from Grek's throne to Lake Lienia. Lienia is a vast lake region, interspersed with islands and land, primarily controlled by the Kalia royal family and the Reyalukalia Magic Academy. Here..."

He paused for a moment: "This is the area where I usually stay."

Emiya Shirou's dagger spun, pointing towards the other end of the map:
"South of Ningmgefu lies a place called the Weeping Peninsula. Legend has it that it was the starting point for the Faded Ones when they were exiled from their homeland. I haven't been there either. It would probably take four or five days to ride there from the front of the pass."

Natsuki Subaru then interjected, with a hint of helplessness:
"Actually, that kid Tatsumi knows the Sobbing Peninsula inside and out; his base is right there. But this guy..."

He shrugged:
"It seems he accidentally triggered a teleportation trap and was transported to a place no one has ever been before, where he's just wandering around."

Emiya Shirou nodded, and touched the area representing the Sobbing Peninsula with the tip of his dagger:

"On the peninsula, there seems to be an ancient fortress called Moen City."

“Of course, you can also explore more of Nymgfu,” Subaru said. “After all, Nymgfu is quite large, and there are many places that no one has been to.”

Lu Mingfei scratched his head:

"I understand everything you're saying, but as you know, I'm taking the Dragon Feast route. So, which side has more flying dragons?"

Upon hearing this, Natsuki Subaru slapped his thigh hard, making a sharp "smack" sound, his face clearly showing the feeling that he had asked the right person:

"Of course it's Galid! Let me tell you, it's not far from Pharos Fortress, in that place called the Tomb of the Guior Dragon, it's full of wyverns!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his arms suddenly spreading open to their fullest extent, as if trying to embrace the entire sky, attempting to depict the size of that colossal object:

"Especially the white dragon coiled inside! That thing... its size is ridiculously large, at least as big as a large passenger plane!"

He lowered his arm, clicked his tongue, and showed a regretful expression:

"What a pity! That guy's body seems to be fused with the earth, so he can't move. And his dragon scales are as thick as city walls! You can't cut through them at all!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened as he listened, and it seemed as if golden flames were dancing deep within his pupils!

What does he lack most right now?
It's not a rune, and it's not equipment.

It's a dragon's heart! A dragon's heart containing the pure essence of dragons!
It's all about the Dragon Heart! It's the fuel for his path to Dragon Feast, the only ladder to higher power!

Heaven have mercy! After killing "Leg-Splitter" Grek, Lu Mingfei practically scrambled towards the enormous dragon carcass displayed as a trophy beside the throne! He was overjoyed, believing it would be the second milestone on his journey to the Dragon's Feast!
The results of it?
The sharp dagger sliced ​​open the long-dulled dragon skin, only to find it completely empty inside!
Forget about a heart, there wasn't even a decent piece of flesh! It was probably already given away as a reward to those lost knights under his command by that spendthrift son of a Greco, or simply fed to his disgusting "works of art"!
(End of this chapter)