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In a sense, dragons were not wiped out. They survived again in another way.

It's like something being slain, its soul then attaching itself to something else, and so on, endlessly slaying. And the other side, in turn, endlessly attaches itself, this constant cycle of resurrection resulting in an inexhaustible supply of dragons, impossible to kill or eradicate.

The most fundamental reason for this is human desire. When desire rolls down from the highest mountaintop like a boulder, it can create a storm that can overwhelm a person's mind.

Everything about dragons is an unimaginable treasure, and no human being could say they wouldn't be tempted by such a treasure, including Schneider and even Angers.

Because, in a sense, they all yearn for revenge; they all crave to kill every dragon in an extremely cruel way.

However, due to their own insufficient strength, they could only choose to find stronger partners or choose a more perfect cooperation in order to gain the upper hand in the battle against dragons. It was a last resort.

But if they were given another option, if they were to possess a more powerful dragon bloodline, thereby gaining greater power, and using that greater power to attack pure-blooded dragons, everyone would surely be tempted.

They will definitely absorb that power to become stronger and be able to fight against true pure-blooded dragons, instead of being like a weak human.

It is tragic, but they have to admit that when faced with those powerful pure-blooded dragons, even the strongest hybrids are as weak as children, despite their already formidable strength.

To ordinary people, they are practically the children of gods. Yet, these children of gods pose no threat whatsoever to pure-blooded dragons, who merely see them as food.

When necessary, they can even be completely treated as useless garbage, thrown away or trampled to death. That's how pathetic it is.

The so-called hybrids are classified into grades from the worst F grade to the highest S grade. Ultimately, only the S grade can be truly regarded by pure-blooded dragons.

All hybrids below S-rank are completely disregarded by pure-blooded dragons. Even a so-called third-generation hybrid wouldn't take any hybrid below S-rank seriously.

In their eyes, those hybrids below S-rank were like delicious candies; they could never be fully satisfied with them, but at most they were desserts after a meal, something to satisfy their cravings.

That's how tragic it is, so for these hybrids who yearn to slaughter dragons, nothing is more tempting than a greater power. If they could master that power, they would absolutely give anything.

Because this power meant they could use it to slaughter dragons, the forbidden technique of Blood Explosion was born. Very few people in the entire Kassel College knew about Blood Explosion.

However, Angers, as the principal of Kassel College, was well aware of this forbidden method. As long as he could unleash the Blood Explosion, he could release the Dragon Heart layer by layer, thereby strengthening that terrifying power.

However, the side effects of blood explosion are extremely severe. Each blood explosion is equivalent to taking a big step towards the abyss, and once you truly fall into the abyss, you will end up like Deadpool.

Even Angers, the principal of Kassel College, and even though the other party possessed a terrifying S-class bloodline, could not prevent this tragedy.

To some extent, if Angers could truly and thoroughly slaughter all the dragons, he would not hesitate to unleash his blood burst, he could even unleash his highest level of blood burst, the third and fourth level.

If there were even higher levels of bloodlust, he would unleash them without hesitation, solely to gain that immense power. But neither Angers nor Schneider, despite having already made their decision...

But they are all people who don't care about post-disaster reconstruction; they only think about destroying dragons. However, if someone manages to exploit a loophole, and Angers is still alive, as long as the old man is alive, then with their methods, they can completely suppress those hybrid forces.

Because Angers represents the entire Kassel College, and the forces behind the entire Kassel College, including those of the board members, are complex and intertwined.

No matter how complicated things get, as long as Angers is there, he is the backbone. Anyone else who becomes the principal of Kassel College will be met with dissatisfaction from others.

But Angers is a legendary figure who has always been at the forefront of dragon slaying, and is even called a legendary dragon-slaying educator by the teachers and students of Kassel College.

Angers' resolve was stronger than anyone else's, because this old man had lost far too much and was no longer afraid. He only wanted to kill all the dragons before he died, and he had no intention of rebuilding the world.

He himself believed he was incapable of participating in any reconstruction, and that the moment he killed all the dragons was the moment when all his energy and spirit were completely exhausted. Regardless of whether he was killed by the dragons at that moment, his willpower was likely already drained.

Keep in mind that Angers is over 130 years old. An elderly person over 130 years old cannot possibly live forever. Even if the other party possesses mixed-race blood, even if their bloodline is at least S-rank!

Even the highest bloodline doesn't live as long as pure-blooded dragons. Their lifespan is almost eternal, and even if they die, they can be revived through another cocooning process, thus completing their resurrection in this world.

Schneider was equally afraid of that possibility. If they actually killed dragons, but then dragons continued to multiply in the future, what would be the point of all their efforts? Or perhaps, it was all just a futile joke.

In this joke, they exhausted all their spirit, all their determination, and all their vitality, but what did they get in return?

At this moment, Schneider was completely lost in thought. He had to think deeply, even though he knew that what the man in the trench coat in front of him said was extremely ironic and even extremely seductive.

However, Schneider had to admit that what the other party said was completely correct, and it was even highly likely that what the other party predicted would happen. No one could refuse the value of pure-blooded dragons, including himself, so he understood the complexity involved even more.

The man in the trench coat didn't urge him at all, slowly surveying his surroundings as he waited for Schneider's response.

After a long silence, Schneider sighed.

“I admit you’re absolutely right. I can’t even refute you, nor do I need to. The future is almost predictable: if all the pure-blooded dragons are truly wiped out, then the next thing to happen is a war about hybrids.”

They will wage an even more devastating war to seize the bodies of those pure-blooded dragons. On that world already reduced to ruins, another great war will unfold—this time, a battle between humans.

At that time, true annihilation is very likely, and those pure-blooded dragons will inevitably be the ones who laugh last. Because although their bodies will be eaten by human hybrids, those hybrids will eventually become new dragons.

And so, a continuous stream of dragons would be born, and a brand new dragon race would be established upon the ruins.

The man in the trench coat couldn't help but clap his hands loudly, his expression one of intense excitement, as if he were watching a spectacular performance, until the final climax, when everything seemed perfect.

In particular, Schneider's final performance, as the protagonist, resonated deeply with the man in the trench coat, prompting him to excitedly begin clapping.

He said with equal excitement, "Minister Schneider, I never expected your awareness to be so high. I never expected you to see through all of this. You even saw the future. Yes, that's right, that's the future of hybrids."

Therefore, cooperating with those people in Kassel is clearly not a viable option, because Kassel is backed by the school board members. Those school board members don't have a real determination to slay the dragon; they only want the dragon's body to strengthen themselves.

Ultimately, those people are just businessmen! What kind of determination can you expect a businessman to have to slay dragons?

They would never step onto the battlefield where life and death are a matter of life and death like warriors; they would only be very cunning, calculating which part of the dragon's body belonged to you and which part belonged to me.

In short, they would divide up a dragon completely, leaving no trace, and they would even fight over a single drop of blood, ultimately deciding the ownership of that drop of blood through some means.

So, Mr. Schneider, it's time to make your stance clear, time to tell me your true thoughts. But I can assure you, whatever you choose, I will respect your decision.

Towards the end, the man in the trench coat looked very sincere; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was a true old friend making a promise to him.

Schneider also remained silent.

After a moment, he let out a long sigh, "Fine, you win. I agree to join you."

The corners of the man in the trench coat's mouth slowly turned up, forming a very playful arc.

Chapter 204 Script [Please Subscribe]

The armory was eerily silent, save for Schneider's heavy breathing. He wasn't doing it on purpose; he simply couldn't bear it any longer.

The man in the trench coat had attacked directly, and his chest had slammed heavily into the ground, causing him injury as well. His fragile heart was particularly vulnerable; he had almost no heart at all, and doctors had to provide him with an artificial one. His lungs were also almost gone, with only a small lobe remaining between them, connected by a soft tube that had to be replaced periodically to prevent it from corroding his body.

So Schneider had to have surgery every now and then. He was practically a cripple, with nothing more than a hateful soul stubbornly supporting his body.

Because Schneider is always looking for revenge, now that all the issues are out in the open, it's time to face them.

So now, faced with the question from the man in the trench coat—whether he wanted to join them and change everything—Schneider made this decision after some thought.

If this man in the trench coat truly knew him, he would know that Schneider had deeply considered these issues and thought about the reconstruction of the future. Although slaying all dragons seemed like an unattainable dream, it was more than just a dream; it was a hope, and who wouldn't want that hope to come true?

Schneider had always hoped that one day all dragons could be killed. If they could really do it, it would be worth any terrible price to pay. But Schneider knew that one thing to watch out for was how to rebuild the world after the dragons were completely wiped out.

How should those dragon legacies be distributed, or used for rebuilding the future world?

Schneider had indeed pondered this question deeply, more than once. The more he fought dragons, the more he seemed to understand it, the deeper he became rooted in this world.

Regarding dragons, this is a huge treasure, and no one can resist such temptation, because everyone has their own stance and their own reasons for needing to be powerful. So when faced with something that can make them stronger, they will definitely go crazy, let alone the selfish businessmen on the board of directors.

They would not only use the dragon heritage for their own benefit, but also trade or auction it off. In short, they would thoroughly extract all the value from the dragons, gaining not only immense power but also wealth and power.

If in the future world, in that rebuilt world, most of the wealth and the majority of the dragon heritage are in the hands of those people, then in a sense, they are entirely new dragons. In particular, since those people each have their own power, it would be entirely feasible for them to absorb a dragon if they really wanted to.

Therefore, Schneider believed that they should become a completely new kind of dragon. He had thought about this idea more than once, so when the man in the trench coat in front of him brought it up again, he understood it better than anyone else, and he also understood it more deeply than anyone else. Since the man in front of him would say such a thing, he must know his psychological process and his struggle.

At that moment, Schneider told the man that he was willing to join their camp because, for Schneider, the only answer in his heart was to completely destroy this legacy. Although the reconstruction of the future world would be much slower without the power of dragons, if the reconstruction of this world were accelerated, no matter how prosperous it became, it would still be built on the land of dragons.

Even the most prosperous world is like a castle in the air, because once transformed into a dragon, all desires become unfathomable. It will not only devour other dragons but also the world itself. So no matter how prosperous the world becomes, it will eventually collapse. This is because dragons also exist in the human world. As long as humans exist, dragons will exist. In other words, as long as dragon blood flows in this world, the dragon race will never be extinct. It's like a curse, a curse that afflicts the entire world. Once tainted by dragon blood, one will suffer the deepest curse.

"Mr. Schneider, are you sure? I hope you can give me a definite answer," the man in the trench coat said with a smile.

His smile was cold, offering no warmth or excitement whatsoever.

Schneider said coldly, "Since you've given me a choice, I've already given you a clear answer. If you really don't believe me, then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Upon hearing this, the man in the trench coat immediately changed his tune and laughed heartily, saying, "Oh dear, how could I not believe Mr. Schneider? Who are you? You are the head of the most outstanding executive team in the entire Kassel College. You control, dispatch, and allocate the entire elite team. You can even allocate the resources of the entire Kassel College. How could we not believe you?"

Since you've given me this guarantee, the organization will definitely reward me. Of course, since you're a new member, you'll also receive a reward, like a newbie gift pack in a game.

Schneider said coldly, "I don't need a reward. If I really needed one, everything in the entire Kassel College would be at my disposal."

However, the man in the trench coat sneered, "Mr. Schneider, don't speak too soon. What I'm talking about isn't as simple as you think."

"Now that I've chosen to join, can you tell me what your organization is? Where is it located? How many people are there? Are there any other forces behind it? What exactly are you doing here?"

As Schneider continued speaking, the man in the trench coat produced a piece of paper and a pen from somewhere and meticulously wrote down all of Schneider's questions. He did so very quickly, yet his handwriting was very neat.

After Schneider finished asking the last question, the man in the trench coat counted them, but he couldn't remember how many questions there were. In short, they filled an entire page, all of which were about him and his organization.

After a moment, the man smiled wryly, "Mr. Schneider, are you checking my household registration or are you a primary school student handing in homework? I don't even know which of your questions to answer."

Schneider remained calm and said, "No rush. You've already written everything down, haven't you? You can answer one by one. Since everyone has openly chosen to cooperate, we should have plenty of time. Besides, there's a disaster that could strike at any moment over the academy, so we can discuss things slowly here, can't we?"

The man in the trench coat nodded, then scratched his head. "That makes sense, but there's still a big problem, Mr. Schneider, that you might not fully understand."

Schneider asked, "What problem? You can tell me if I can help."

The man in the trench coat stroked his chin and couldn't help but ask, "That's the biggest problem."

Schneider's lips twitched. "So what exactly is the problem?"

The man in the trench coat said in a serious tone, "Mr. Schneider, as I just said, this is the biggest problem."

Schneider could no longer tolerate it and coldly rebuked, "Sir, you can get to the point instead of beating around the bush. We're not talking in riddles, and there's no point in going around in circles like this. I've already shown my utmost sincerity. If you continue to play dumb here, I can't help you anymore. My life is right here, and you can take it whenever you want."

The man in the trench coat knew he couldn't joke anymore, so he said seriously, "The biggest problem is actually Mr. Schneider. You shouldn't ask so many questions at once, because you are not a core member of our organization. Even core members only know a small part of these issues, such as which organization we belong to."

Or perhaps you'd like to know what type of organization we are, but if you're asking about the members behind our organization, or even our power structure, I cannot disclose that information, because I, too, do not know.

Schneider nodded and spoke again, "In that case, I won't make things difficult for you. Just tell me what you know, but be clear and open about everything you know. Since I've shown my sincerity, I hope you have as well, at least let me feel that there's value in cooperating with you."

The man in the trench coat couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "Minister Schneider, your move was indeed brilliant. But what I want to say is that just because you said you wanted to join our organization, I trusted you completely and even blurted out everything I knew."

Are you underestimating me, or underestimating yourself? There's no wisdom involved here; it's just simple, direct, and brutally straightforward. Do you think I'm that stupid? Or do you think I genuinely don't care about these things?

The man in the trench coat asked directly, giving Schneider no chance to refute.

Schneider remained composed in the face of this situation. "Your Excellency, I have given you my most precious possession: my only life. Although my life is hanging by a thread, I want to live more than anyone else. I want to live to witness the day when dragons are completely killed. And since you know me so well, you should know that I have absolutely no interest in wealth or power. I only hope that the dragon race will perish, nothing more."

In other words, you can use me as a tool without complaint. I just hope that every step I take is effective, especially against dragons. Do you understand?

The man in the trench coat seemed to have been lectured, and he appeared extremely obedient. As Schneider spoke, the man nodded obediently and even took notes in his notebook again.

"Sir, what exactly are you writing down? I'm talking to you, are you even hearing me?"

Schneider was speechless. He felt that the man in the trench coat in front of him was very eccentric and a bit abnormal. At first, he didn't notice it, but the more he talked, the more he felt that the other person was very strange, especially his previous self-perception. He thought that this was his younger but more powerful self, but now it seemed that he had never been so eccentric before.

The man in the trench coat nodded. "Minister Schneider, please forgive my offense. The reason I wrote this down is because I think every word you say is very important. If the organization asks why I rashly brought this person in, I'll have an explanation. You know, in our line of work, we never know when we might die, so it's always better to be safe than sorry."

Schneider's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are there many people like you? How ruthless are you? Do you just kill us outright? Or do you eat us all and squeeze out every last bit of value?"

The man in the trench coat shook his head. "Those guys wouldn't stoop to eating us. They think our bloodline isn't high enough to be food. But that boy in the sky named Lin Ye is perfect. So this alchemical nuclear bomb is a gift for him."