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Only the school doctor who was treating Fingel had a strange expression. He had listened to the entire conversation between the two and realized that Fingel had gone to great lengths to activate the system in order to secure a spot in the Fire Seed Project, and had even helped protect Akadura. No wonder the other party had been eyeing his kidneys.

A rather deep wound appeared on Chu Zihang's palm. He silently went to a corner by himself, lost in thought.

"President, let me bandage you up."

Susie rushed over with disinfectant and was about to disinfect and stitch up Chu Zihang's wound, but Chu Zihang refused.

He pointed to another instructor on the other side, whose injuries were more severe. The instructor had a huge laceration on his chest, indicating that he would save this instructor first and that he was not in a hurry.

Susie gritted her teeth and didn't insist any further. She turned around and began suturing the professor.

The student council members also surrounded Caesar. Although Lin Ye was acting like a devil, and everyone was terrified of his wrath, the student council members felt reassured when they saw Caesar appear.

Caesar didn't say anything encouraging to them; he just kept asking those present if they had seen Nono. They all paused, as if they had thought of something, but none of them said it aloud.

Although no one said it, many people already had a premonition.

The outside world was almost entirely ruins. Without the vice-principal's protection, even if there were still people outside, they would likely have been reduced to rubble. When such a disaster strikes, without absolute defense, who can remain unscathed? Therefore, it's highly probable that Nono is already dead, but Caesar alone refuses to believe this fact.

I don't know if he was deceiving himself or what he was thinking. Perhaps Caesar really thought that his beloved girl was a little witch with all sorts of magical spells. Maybe when disaster struck, she used a spell similar to teleportation to get to another place outside the academy.

They might even go to the mountaintop hot springs at Kassel College to soak in the springs, waiting for the disaster to truly subside before happily running out.

Yes, that must be it. Nono will be alright.

Caesar clenched his fist, and blood dripped down.

The student council members also saw the injuries on Caesar's hands. They were gruesome cuts, as if pierced by broken steel bars. Moreover, these wounds were intricate and complex, covering his entire palm and even the back of his hands.

It's easy to imagine Caesar moving those rocks, completely disregarding his injuries, only wanting to move them quickly and activate the laser defense system. He didn't care that the steel bars pierced or even cut his palms, all in order to be faster.

Only by going faster can he gain more time, for others, and for his beloved girl, Nono.

Above them, the orange-red light curtain made of lasers was still shining, though only a thin layer remained, but this layer was their last hope.

"Hey hey hey."

In the underground passage leading to the ice cellar, the vice principal jogged along, shouting work slogans as his frail body jiggled.

He was already very obese, and with the constant impact of Lin Ye's burst of energy, and even with him single-handedly using the precepts to bear it all, the vice principal was always carrying a heavy burden.

After placing Schneider in a relatively safe place, the vice principal rushed to the bottom of the ice cellar. However, on the way to the underground passage, he received a phone call from his son, Manstein, who hysterically berated him on the phone.

It wasn't that the vice-principal was indifferent, nor was he acting like he had nothing to lose. He simply felt guilty. Whether it was buying Manstein a large children's doll for his birthday, arranging a relationship for him, or repeatedly searching for the girl Manstein liked, all of these things were attempts to make amends to Manstein.

A mistake is a mistake! Leonardo used to be so irresponsible. He could even watch the girl he shared a bed with jump off a building right in front of him, her body shattering like a watermelon. Brain matter and blood splattered directly on his face, yet he remained unmoved. Because of his powerful dragon bloodline, his bloodlust was stronger than any hybrid. Even the vice-principal, Leonardo, felt he couldn't get along with hybrids; perhaps he felt a greater sense of resonance with pure-blooded dragons.

However, this resonance is extremely contradictory. How could he possibly get along with those pure-blooded dragons? Not only does he harbor hatred for those dragons, but those dragons would also see him as a delicious meal. The two simply cannot get along. When they actually meet, they would want to bite each other's throats until they use all their strength, and only when the other dies will they let go in exhaustion.

The vice principal felt everything changed when he learned that he had a son in this world. Although the son was balding and did not resemble him, he did not want to have a powerful bloodline. In fact, he was considered mediocre in the world of mixed-race people.

It was a transformative process; both the vice-principal's attitude towards things and his interactions with others had changed.

Despite his balding son Manstein's dislike for him, the vice principal did not give up. He wanted to make up for his guilt and also save the others at Kassel College.

Even if he's just giving up, he still wants to have his own clock tower, so how could he possibly bear to watch Lin Ye destroy it all?

Inside the underground passage leading to the bottom of the ice cellar, the vice principal's phone rang again.

He paused slightly, because only two people knew his phone number. One was Manstein, and the other was Angers.

"Hey, my old friend, where are you now?"

The voice on the phone was enthusiastic and warm. It sounded like if they were face-to-face, this guy would love to give each other a warm hug, then toast each other until they were both completely drunk.

"Your turn, you old bastard!"

The vice principal immediately launched into a tirade of profanities.

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"Hey, hey, hey, my old buddy, I sense you're really angry."

Ange's amused voice came from the other end of the phone.

The vice principal, holding his phone, said in an explosive tone, "Of course I'm furious! My pee is yellow, you know? Look at the situation we've got, and you're still drinking whiskey with a smug look on your face. Can you even drink that?"

Angers corrected him solemnly, "You've misunderstood me. I was clearly drinking brandy."

The vice-principal gritted his teeth and said, "Angers, my old friend, I knew you were a bastard before, but I didn't know you were this much of a bastard. Now that Kassel College is on the verge of destruction, as the principal of Kassel College, don't you have any responsibility or obligation? You're hiding in the safest place, drinking brandy, and watching this destruction happen. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Can you even drink that brandy? Oh, and you old rascal, didn't you take those bottles of brandy from me earlier?"

The vice principal had been criticizing Angers, as if he were standing on a very high pedestal, but then he suddenly remembered that the few bottles of brandy that had disappeared were very likely taken by Angers from his clock tower some time ago. He remembered that he had searched for a long, long time but could not find a trace of them.

However, Angers also gave an affirmative answer, "Old friend, I knew you had a lot of treasures. Besides brandy, you must have other treasures. Anyway, the end of the world is coming soon, so why not just bring them out and have a good drink?"

Angers doesn't seem satisfied; if possible, he could get a few more bottles.

"Pah! Fang Xiu, you son of a bitch!"

The vice principal spat out a mouthful of phlegm, then pulled a bottle of vodka from his enormous back pocket, slapped the cap off, and chugged it down like he was drinking soda.

After a long burp, "Angers, you just wait. Even if we all get away scot-free this time, the board of directors will do everything in their power to impeach you. It was you who arranged for Lin Ye, this boy of unknown bloodline, to be admitted to Kassel College."

You even publicly announced this new student's arrival on the Night Watchers forum, but now that person has arrived, they haven't come to your Kassel College, but to the heavens! They even have nuclear weapons ready, poised to destroy Kassel College at any moment. What can you do then? And all of this is because of you!

The vice principal launched into a tirade of curses.

Angers scratched his head on the other end of the phone. "Looks like I've really messed up this time!"

The vice principal chuckled coldly, "You only realize it now? That's a huge disaster! Even roasting you over a fire wouldn't be enough to atone for the crime you've committed."

“In fact, Frost, the acting patriarch of the Gattuso family, just impeached me over the phone. He even brought his rusty old double-barreled shotgun, which he hadn’t been willing to throw away, to Kassel College. With a cigar in his mouth, he stepped on my desk and pulled the trigger with an air of dominance, blowing my head off. He told me to wait for him in this office, so I might get my head blown off.”

Angers couldn't help but say.

"That old bastard uses so many rhetoric? He's probably comparing himself to Schwarzenegger!"

The vice principal countered, "Then I'm very curious, how exactly did you reply to him?"

Angers said, "Head of the Frost family, if you want to come to the academy and blow my head off, go ahead. I'll be waiting for you right here, and I promise I won't kill you with my folding knife, provided that the Kassel Academy still exists when you arrive."

The vice-principal also fell silent. Of course, he knew who Frost was so furious about. Even if the entire Kassel College was destroyed, it could be rebuilt. The only difference was that this college had Caesar, the sole heir of the Gattuso family.

“Their only heir is still in this doomed academy. If he dies like this, the entire Gattuso family will absolutely collapse.”

The vice principal couldn't help but say.

Moreover, it's not just the Gattuso family; most of these students from Kassel College actually have similar backgrounds. Their backgrounds are that of offspring from mixed-race families in this world. Once they learn that their heir is about to die at Kassel College, they are definitely in a state of near collapse.

Angers couldn't help but smile bitterly: "But what can I do now that it has already happened? Even though I am the principal of Kassel College, I have done all I could. I even wanted to negotiate with Lin Ye alone as a hostage, but obviously the negotiations have broken down."

The devilish boy's patience was dwindling; the enormous, dark sun overhead seemed like the final judgment about to be handed down upon us.

"Would you be content to die like this?" the vice principal mocked.

He didn't linger in the underground passage, but instead started jogging again while talking. Although he was covered in sweat and didn't look like a powerful hybrid with S-class blood, that was indeed the case.

Every few minutes of jogging, the vice principal's obese body would pause to lean against the wall and briefly replenish his energy before starting to jog again. This cycle repeated itself, but he became increasingly breathless. He might even die of exhaustion halfway through before he even reached the bottom of the ice cellar.

"Vice Principal, your panting makes me wonder... are you planning to have such a satisfying moment when you're about to die...?"

Angers' half-joking voice came from the other end of the phone.

The vice principal abruptly interrupted him, "Shut up, you old bastard. I'm too tired to waste my breath arguing with you here. I'd rather save my strength to reach the bottom of the ice cellar. Maybe I'll still have a chance to open that damned alchemical matrix."

Angers said with emotion, "As you and I both know, you started researching that alchemical matrix decades ago, but you gave up in the end. We all know why."

The vice principal paused for a moment before saying, "That's because I wasn't driven to the brink. Now, this academy not only houses all the teachers and students of the entire Kassel College, but also my son Manstein. I must activate that alchemical matrix no matter what."

Angers, you old bastard, listen to me carefully. I said that no matter what, as long as there's even the slightest chance, I won't give up. I may have been a lazy bum hiding in the clock tower, eating, drinking, and doing nothing, but that was then. It doesn't mean a lazy bum doesn't have dreams. My dream is for my son and me to live well, for us to recognize each other in the future, to be of one heart and mind, instead of dying alone in the end.

Angers sighed, "It seems your dream is really ambitious. As a hybrid, especially a hybrid of your caliber, to dare to hope for a bright future, I admire your courage."

The vice-principal suddenly seemed to have been provoked. "Angers, I know what you're thinking. I also know what you've been doing all these years, but I've never said anything. You seem to be dressed in a suit and tie every day, even seemingly elegant. You are the dream lover of all the girls in Cambridge College. You are witty, humorous, and even handsome. Even though you are over 130 years old, the profound temperament that permeates your body still fascinates those little girls and even those women."

But all of that is just an illusion, a disguise. Deep down, you're a desperate thug. You don't care about a bright future at all; you just want to kill all the pure-blooded dragons, especially the dragon kings.

To achieve all this, you'd even turn the entire world into hell, because your obsession has become twisted. Do you understand what I mean?

Angers fell silent.

Mans, who was in the office, didn't dare to speak either, because the call was made through Mans's cell phone, and at Angers' request, it had been put on speakerphone, so Mans could hear the vice principal's roar on the other end of the phone.

The professors and instructors throughout the Kassel College knew more or less about Principal Angers' past, and also about the philosophy of this legendary dragon-slaying educator—whose goal was to slay dragons, regardless of the means he employed, even if it meant turning the entire city of Kassel into a military academy.

But so what?

Many people believe that a dragon-slaying warrior should have a ruthless and bloodthirsty heart, so they think Angers' actions are right. But they don't know how extreme Angers is. Angers is not just playing with fire! He is even jumping around in front of a nuclear weapon that is about to be detonated. Once the nuclear bomb is detonated, everyone will hold hands and spiral into the sky.

Then, in Angers's ideology, this dragon-slaying mentality truly became an obsession. Back in the Kassel Manor, all his friends died one by one, and in the end, only Angers walked out of that ruined castle. At that moment, Angers swore that he would live his life to slay dragons. To be fair, even though the entire Kassel College was about to be destroyed, he still had a very strong attachment to Lin Ye.

Angers still longed for Lin Ye to become his comrade-in-arms on the path of slaying dragons. He hoped that this boy could face the Dragon King with great power, rather than Kassel. So even though the academy was about to be destroyed, he did not choose to flee, but stood here waiting for an opportunity.

Angers couldn't help but say, "Old friend, you know, everyone should have dreams, and everyone will live for those dreams. If life has no dreams, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

Angers quoted a very classic line.

However, his response was the vice principal's curt reply, "Pah!"

The guy spat out another mouthful of phlegm and said with extreme disdain, "Angers, do you think you're so great just because you slay dragons? If you really slay all the dragons by then, do you think we'll still exist? If even we don't exist anymore, then what's the point of talking about slaying dragons?"

Back then, we'd all be doomed. If only we'd known, we'd simply concentrated all resources and equipment in the Equipment Department and let those bomb fanatics work day and night to develop a world-destroying bomb. Then we wouldn't even need to search the world for dragon remains or go to great lengths to kill those resurrected dragons. Because once that bomb was successfully forged, the entire Earth would be utterly finished.

Angers, don't you think that's really simple? If we just pile up all the resources, we could create a weapon even more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.

The principal retorted earnestly, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? But even those bomb fanatics in the equipment department sometimes mess things up. And what kind of violent things can you expect those guys with women on their minds to create, especially something that could destroy the entire Earth? Everyone knows those bomb fanatics are the most afraid of death."

Unless it's possible to let them live in outer space, and ideally, take a group of women with them—but that technology isn't available yet—these guys would never make such a bomb, even if they had the capability.

The vice-principal almost covered his face in frustration. "Angers, you old bastard! I was being sarcastic! And you're taking me seriously. Your obsession has twisted you into a true devil. What's the difference between you and Lin Ye in the sky? You're the same kind of person!"

"You could say we're all the same kind of people. Leonardo, the reason you say that now is because you haven't lost your most precious thing yet. In your previous understanding, who did you ever care about? Of all the women you shared a bed with, how many can you still remember?"

You are the moon catcher, you are the curry rooster, you are the most dazzling knight in the nightclub. You have slept with countless women, but do you remember their names?

"Don't be ridiculous, old friend. You don't remember, you don't remember anyone, you don't even know which woman Manstein fathered. You only know he's your child. That's why you've tried so hard to make it up to him all these years. In other words, what if Manstein really had died in this disaster? What would you have done?"

The vice principal on the other end of the phone fell into complete silence, even stopping his breathing, until after a moment he hissed, "Alright, Angers, I admit we are indeed the same kind of people."

The vice principal did not refute this, because he knew that if Manstein were to have an accident or die, he would never let Lin Ye go, even if Lin Ye was also acting for the sake of his beloved girl.

But Erii wasn't Leonardo's most precious possession; Manstein was! Their joys and sorrows were different. Everyone was fighting for their own position, and everyone had something to protect. The vice principal was no exception, especially an old cowboy like him who had been languishing for many years. Once he truly found his goal, he would never let go.

"So, my old friend, you can set off now. Let's get our spirits up and charge towards the bottom of the ice cellar! That alchemical matrix has been with you for decades. Even though it's always letting you down, it'll still give you some face when it matters."