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

Chapter 144 The Nibelungen Project

Cheng Sui did not correct the error in the watchman's words.

He had no idea what Angers and the vice-principal had been imagining together to come to the conclusion that he was a "natural-born mixed-race monarch".

But this is beneficial and harmless to him.

A sufficiently reasonable explanation would allow him to use the abilities granted by the system more freely without worrying about arousing too much suspicion.

Flamel glanced at Cheng Sui and said seemingly casually, "So you're not asking for yourself, but for whom? Fingel? I remember he went to Japan with you."

"Of course not, senior's bloodline is quite stable."

Flamel chuckled, a bitter undertone in his voice: "A stable good-for-nothing, huh? I remember his bloodline rating dropped to F this year, didn't it?"

Cheng Sui shrugged: "But Senior Finger's strength has never actually decreased, has it?"

Flamel didn't speak, shrinking into the large armchair like an empty-nest old man with no one to visit him.

For a moment, only the desolate background music from the movie echoed inside the clock tower.

"But he has lost the heart of a strong person," Flamel said quietly. "Although this is not scientific or alchemical at all, for dragons and hybrids, the power of the spirit is actually more important than bloodline in some ways."

He glanced at Cheng Sui, as if he were saying it to him on purpose.

"Without the so-called Dragon Heart, even with the power of a Dragon King, one cannot unleash their full potential, like a child holding a butcher's knife but not knowing how to wield it."

"Then what is this so-called Heart of the Dragon?" Cheng Sui asked.

"I don't know," the Night Watchman readily admitted. "The ancient texts say that possessing the Heart of a Dragon is a necessary condition for paving the way to godhood. If we knew what it was, the Secret Society would have created the Dragon King long ago, and there wouldn't be—"

Flamel realized he had said too much, so he stopped the conversation in time.

"Why are you such a mystery person, Vice Principal? I thought only principals would do this to create an elegant and mysterious image," Cheng Sui complained.

"These are all old stories, but they have nothing to do with me. Your principal is the one who was hurt the most by this." Flamel poured himself a glass of wine, the amber liquid swirling in the glass.

"Alright, let's not talk about these sad things. If you're interested, you can search for the Summer Mourning incident in the database. Let's continue talking about the Dragon Heart and the artificial Dragon King."

Cheng nodded, patiently waiting for the vice principal to continue.

"Don't be so formal, please sit wherever you like."

Cheng Sui sat down in the chair opposite Flamel.

The firewood crackled and burned in the fireplace, the intense flames illuminating half of Flamel's face, the line between light and shadow making his expression appear exceptionally profound.

"For so many years, the Secret Party has been obsessed with creating a dragon king, but we have never been able to crack the mystery of the Dragon Heart."

"Then wouldn't the plan be declared bankrupt?" Cheng asked.

"No, no, no." Flamel shook his finger at Cheng Sui, a sly look in his eyes. "You need to understand, what humans are best at is plunder. Although the Secret Society can't directly give human hybrids the so-called Dragon Heart, they can plunder it directly from dragons."

"plunder?"

Flamel gazed at Cheng Sui and patiently explained the plan to him.

"Through years of research, the Secret Party has discovered that dragon serum can be extracted from the bones of the Dragon King. Through an extremely complex alchemical array, the spiritual pollution in the dragon blood can be removed, leaving only the pure genetic active components."

"Afterwards, adding Philosopher's Stone powder to the serum will suppress the berserk tendencies in the dragon blood, forming an injectable serum that can give ordinary hybrids power comparable to the Dragon King."

"That's what you're asking about: the optimal solution for stabilizing bloodlines."

After Flamel finished speaking, he fell silent, staring at the cowboy on the screen who was about to leave the Wild West, as if his words had just been a casual remark.

"So how can we secure this spot?" Cheng asked.

Flamel glanced at him and said indifferently, "What do you need this for? Shouldn't you know your own bloodline best? You're almost never prone to bloodline gore."

Yes, a C-rank character definitely can't go berserk.

Cheng Sui mentally complained.

"It's for someone very important."

Flamel turned off the television, and the attic fell silent instantly, with only the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace remaining.

"girlfriend?"

"You kids are always so brave when it comes to love. Maybe every boy dreams of being a knight protecting a princess when he's in love. Oh, except me. I'm a free-spirited cowboy. There are no girls on horseback."

Cheng Sui did not deny it, but simply stared calmly at the vice principal.

Flammel, feeling somewhat helpless under his gaze, had no choice but to continue speaking.

"This plan was named the Nibelungen Plan by the Secret Party, and I was the initiator and executor of this plan."

"Do you know Nibelungen? In Norse mythology, Nibelungen refers to the land of the dead. In the world of dragons, it refers to a space created by dragons, where all elements are stagnant, a place that countless alchemists dream of."

"The Secret Party has now identified two candidates for the Nibelungen Project. Both of them have backgrounds far beyond your imagination, and their acceptance of the conversion is almost a certainty, unless they refuse themselves."

Cheng Sui's thoughts raced.

Two spots available.

He remembered that in the original story, Caesar explicitly rejected the Nibelungen Plan.

So Erii still has a chance.

Then, as if he had discovered something, Cheng Sui spoke up: "There are already two clear candidates. Does this mean the Secret Society has a clear plan to kill the two Dragon Kings?"

Flamel looked at Cheng Sui, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected this young man to have such keen insight, able to instantly grasp the core premise of the entire plan from just a few words.

"I can't tell you that. I'm not like your principal. If you have any questions, go ask him."

Flamel waved his hand and passed the ball to Angers.

Cheng nodded, thanked the vice principal, and then got up to leave.

"If your girlfriend is a dangerous mixed-race person," Flamel's voice came from behind him, stopping him, "you know, life has many regrets. Your potential deserves better and more people."

These words carried a hint of admonition.

Cheng Sui smiled at the vice principal.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Vice Principal, but she is very kind, kinder than anyone else."

As Flamel watched Cheng Sui's departing figure, he was momentarily reminded of Fingel in his youth.

Back then, Fingel was still his proudest student, just as spirited, confident, and proud, as if the whole world was at his feet.

He sighed helplessly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of weariness.

"Besides the Dragon King's bones, a Dragon King-level blood baptism can also suppress the deterioration of the bloodline. However, this requires a rather complex alchemical matrix to achieve the best results, which I can help you with."

Cheng Sui paused for a moment.

He didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly to the Night's Watch with his back to them, expressing his gratitude.

Then he strode out of the clock tower.

The night watchman watched Cheng Sui's figure disappear completely outside the door, then shrank even deeper into the armchair.

The flickering firelight cast his long shadow across the ancient wall, making the night watchman appear even more like a lonely old man.

After a long while, a long sigh came from the clock tower pavilion.

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