I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 143 The Night Watchman's Clock Tower

Kassel College, USA.

The hillside where the Night Watchman's Clock Tower is located is always shrouded in a faint, eerie atmosphere.

Everyone in the college knows about this clock tower, and everyone knows that the vice principal, who is as small as a potato, lives inside.

But this place is rarely visited by people.

Cheng Sui stood beneath the clock tower, his steps hesitant, pondering what reason he should use to visit this legendary figure.

His presence here can be traced back to his conversation with Angers on the plane.

When Cheng Sui asked how to stabilize the bloodline of a hybrid, Angers confidently recommended the Night Watch, telling Cheng Sui that he could consult this renowned alchemy master with any questions he might have.

Although the vice principal seemed carefree and irresponsible on the surface, he was actually the only remaining alchemy master in the world.

In the field of bloodline research, probably no one in the entire academy can rival him.

However, it seemed that Angers had not given any prior notice, and it seemed a bit abrupt for me to come empty-handed. But I suppose Europeans and Americans don't have a custom of bringing gifts to someone's door.

Speaking of which, the vice principal is exceptionally popular in the college, especially among the male students.

His annual diving beauty pageant never restricts the audience by gender, allowing countless male students to feast their eyes, and thus it has received unanimous praise.

In the eyes of the students, Principal Angers is respected because of his legendary status, while the vice-principal is respected because of his round and kind appearance, which makes people think of a kind and friendly old man next door. This appearance also makes people subconsciously overlook the fact that the vice-principal is actually an S-class mixed-race person.

Perhaps the influence of the Words of Power and the Commandments was too profound, stemming from the instincts of the hybrids, causing them to subconsciously stay away from this area where their power was suppressed.

Even the dragon blood within Cheng Sui's body showed a faint resistance. After all, dragons are the embodiment of power and strength, and the feeling of having that power taken away is an aversion etched into their genes.

Cheng Sui looked up and examined the slightly dilapidated building in front of him.

He had always been curious about how a Word of Power could manage to continuously envelop the entire Kassel College for decades.

Even though the vice principal is a noble S-class hybrid, such terrifying consumption would probably drain even the Dragon King himself.

Cheng Sui mobilized the faint dragon bloodline within his body and simultaneously activated his Sharingan.

A dim, molten gold and an eerie, scarlet light intertwined and emerged in his eyes.

This is a new usage he recently figured out.

Inspired by Cheng Sui's Word of Power, it combines Blood Ties and Chakra Perception Technique.

The idea came to him when he sensed the elements in the air while refining Hashirama's cells at Narita Airport in Tokyo.

Since in the Naruto world, the Sharingan can perceive the flow of chakra.

In this world, if the power of the Dragon Clan is combined with the power of the Sharingan, would it be possible to see the mysterious power "Spirit" that belongs exclusively to the Dragon Clan?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, the world before my eyes suddenly changed.

The ancient walls of the Night Watchman's Clock Tower began to appear ethereal and transparent in his vision.

The interior of the walls was no longer a brick and stone structure, but rather countless intricate alchemical arrays, layered upon each other like the interior of a sophisticated mechanical clock.

Of course, what Cheng Sui saw was not the alchemy array itself.

Rather, it is those that flow ceaselessly within the magic array patterns, like blood.

It is these invisible spirits that support the operation of the entire vast alchemical realm.

With the enhancement of the alchemical realm, the entire clock tower has been transformed into a giant amplifier of the power of words.

It amplified the effects of Words of Power and Precepts exponentially, eventually covering every corner of the academy.

Just as Cheng Sui was trying to see deeper and analyze the source of this power, a familiar feeling of weakness came over him without warning.

It felt exactly the same as when I tried to forcibly expand the range of my chakra perception technique.

A C-grade bloodline rating is ultimately insufficient to support this level of consumption.

Improving our bloodline must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

This visit to the vice principal is a good opportunity to ask him for advice.

He deactivated his Sharingan, the light in his eyes faded, and the world returned to normal.

Without further hesitation, Cheng Sui stepped into the clock tower.

In the attic at the top of the clock tower, Vice Principal Flamel was lounging comfortably in an armchair, a cigar dangling from his lips, smoke billowing around him.

The old-fashioned television above the fireplace is playing the black-and-white film "Once Upon a Time in the West".

This 1968 Western is hailed as "the last great Western" and is the final chapter of director Leone's "American Trilogy".

Flamel was a typical cowboy in his youth.

He was fascinated by the sense of adventure and the dashing spirit of galloping on horseback in Western movies.

Back then, he hadn't gained weight yet, and his facial features were as soft as an ancient Greek sculpture. He always liked to leave a wisp of unruly curly hair on his forehead.

Unfortunately, time is a wild horse that never turns back.

Even the most dashing cowboy will eventually grow old and unable to ride a horse.

Flamel disliked "Once Upon a Time in the West" when he was young.

He felt the film was too slow-paced and the atmosphere too desolate, like a lament for an entire era, which did not fit his image of the eternally passionate cowboy.

But as he grew older, Flamel found that he seemed to understand the film more and more.

It's like a bottle of aged wine that's been sealed for half a century; only time itself can truly appreciate it.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door to the attic was gently pushed open.

Flamel's gaze remained fixed on the television screen, without turning his head.

He started speaking to himself, his voice lazy and tinged with mockery.

"Didn't you go to Japan to see your dear student? Why are you back in just one day?"

"Collecting ashes shouldn't be this fast, right? Does your successor not even have ashes left?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Japanese are really ruthless—"

Cheng Sui stood at the door, listening quietly as the vice principal cursed him to death as if no one else was around, his face expressionless.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door frame, making two "knock knock" sounds.

"that----"

"Excuse me, are you the vice principal of the Night Watch?"

Flamel paused almost imperceptibly as he held the cigar in his mouth.

Without making a sound, he closed the Playboy magazine that was spread out on the small table next to him and covered it with an introduction to alchemy.

After doing all this, he slowly turned around and looked at Cheng Sui at the door.

He had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't recognize the newcomer at all.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Sui answered expressionlessly.

"You just said that the person who might not even leave behind ashes is me."

"Ahem, is that so?" Flamel coughed twice, changing the subject quite naturally. "Did Angers send you?"

"Mm." Cheng Sui nodded.

"Speak, what brings you to this old man like me?"

Flamel sat up straight in his chair and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"I would like to ask you about the matter of bloodline stability."

As soon as he finished speaking, Flamel suddenly disappeared from his chair.

The next second, his wrinkled face was right in front of Cheng Sui, almost touching his nose.

He immediately stared into Cheng Sui's pupils, his expression more serious and solemn than ever before.

"Is there something wrong with your bloodline?" His voice was deep.

"It's not mine—"

Before Cheng Sui could finish speaking, the oppressive aura vanished instantly.

Flamel let out a long sigh of relief, took two steps back, and slumped back into his armchair.

He muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"I knew it! How could a natural-born mixed-race king like you possibly have bloodline issues?"

Although his voice was very soft, Cheng Sui's hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he still heard every word he said.

Cheng Sui's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless and asked in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Flamel waved his hand, picked up the book "Introduction to Alchemy" again, and pretended to flip through it.

Cheng Sui looked at the vice principal in front of him, whose acting was exaggerated.

Now he seemed to understand why Angers had never questioned the incredible ninjutsu he used.

The vice-principal and Angers probably have a huge misunderstanding about their student's lineage.