Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"Brother Shen! No!" Lu Mingfei's face was flushed red from the slight alcohol.

The girls surrounded Lu Mingfei, pouring him drinks and giving him massages.

This left Lu Mingfei, who rarely interacted with female classmates, in a state of panic, like a startled rabbit, unsure of what to do.

Shen Jue, on the other hand, was enjoying himself, basking in the service of the girls.

After tilting his head back and drinking a glass of red wine offered by a mixed-race girl, Shen Jue chatted with several of them with a smile.

Under Shen Jue's influence, Lu Mingfei's state of mind gradually changed from being at a loss to enjoying himself.

The emotional value provided by the mixed-race girls at this moment suppressed Lu Mingfei's unrequited love for Chen Wenwen deep within his mind.

After all, these dozen or so mixed-race girls, whether in appearance, temperament or the art of language, far surpassed Chen Wenwen, who didn't pay much attention to Lu Mingfei.

Moreover, as a mixed-race girl with high dragon blood, she is obviously more attractive to Lu Mingfei, who is suspected to be the Dragon King, than Chen Wenwen.

"We're just having a few drinks and some fun with some friends today," Shen Jue said, taking a moment to wink at Lu Mingfei, who was busy running around.

So don't feel guilty.

"Let's go to the internet cafe to play StarCraft again tomorrow."

"Let's play something else today."

Shen Jue chuckled, and a mixed-race girl boldly sat on Shen Jue's lap.

This scene left Lu Mingfei speechless.

At this moment, he was imagining what kind of sensation it would feel like.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's reaction, Shen Jue sighed softly, "Poor kid."

"No wonder you have such fantasies about love that is impossible."

"You've never eaten anything good before, have you?"

Shen Jue casually put his arm around the waist of the mixed-race girl in his arms, which made the mixed-race girls beside him grit their teeth in anger.

On the other hand, several mixed-race girls were enthusiastically and eagerly surrounding Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei did not dare to have any physical contact with them.

"Oh dear, this can't go on like this," Shen Jue said, gently stroking the cheek of a pure-looking mixed-race girl beside him.

"As my friend, Mingfei, you need to relax a bit."

"This estate is my property."

"I will allow you to do whatever you want."

Lu Mingfei remained silent, but his face was still red.

Shen Jue thought about it again and realized that this was normal.

Lu Mingfei is just an ordinary teenager who has just turned 18.

He never joined Kassel College, never saw the world of hybrids, let alone participated in any dragon-slaying battles.

Even the spirit of the little devil Lu Mingze has not yet officially appeared in Lu Mingfei's consciousness.

It would be very difficult to bring about a fundamental change in Lu Mingfei in this state without some external stimulus.

Just then, Lu Mingfei heard Shen Jue chuckle softly.

"I have something I want to give you."

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw Shen Jue take out a slender silver syringe from somewhere.

The syringe contained a liquid he had never seen before—the liquid's color changed constantly under the candlelight, like a golden flame sealed inside melting amber.

The mixed-race girls were quite surprised by Shen Jue's actions, and then they were filled with envy.

They recognized what it was.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei instinctively shrank back.

"Good stuff," Shen Jue said, fiddling with the syringe.

The golden flame inside the syringe kept changing.

"This contains a drop of my blood."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"My blood has undergone special alchemical treatment," Shen Jue added, his gaze fixed on the changing liquid.

"Injecting this medicine will allow even those with dragon bloodlines so low that they cannot activate the Golden Eyes to instantly transform into a hybrid with a stable S-rank bloodline."

"The bloodline of the injector will be purified, transformed, and placed at the top of the mixed-race world."

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what Shen Jue meant by dragon bloodline and hybrid race, but he found Shen Jue's behavior very strange.

Is this Shen Jue's peculiar hobby as a wealthy person?

Could that potion actually be some kind of female-fication potion?

Lu Mingfei seemed to sense danger, and this sense of danger intensified after he saw the many beautiful mixed-race girls around him.

Who knows, Shen Jue, being a wealthy man, might have already gotten tired of these young girls and is now eyeing him, this introverted boy who just turned eighteen, wanting to try something new.

Lu Mingfei's pupils dilated, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

At this moment, in Lu Mingfei's eyes, Shen Jue's smile was more terrifying than his old computer being smashed by his aunt!

Lu Mingfei didn't have time to delve into the details, because Shen Jue had already stood up, put the mixed-race girl in his arms aside, and walked around the table toward him.

"Wait! Brother Shen!" Lu Mingfei hurriedly backed away.

"Shouldn't we discuss this first?"

"I mean, bloodline and stuff like that, it sounds really painful!"

"It doesn't hurt," Shen Jue said with a gentle smile.

"It's like getting bitten by a mosquito."

"You're lying! That syringe was almost as thick as my little finger!"

Shen Jue smiled and stepped forward, saying, "It's okay, it won't hurt."

"Brother Shen! No!"

The mixed-race girls around them had fallen silent at some point, and everyone was watching this scene, with a sense of mockery filling the air.

Even mixed-race girls are speculating whether Shen Jue has some kind of special fetish.

"Don't worry, Mingfei," Shen Jue said loudly, "I will get your development back to normal!"

Shen Jue raised the golden flame injector.

But just as Shen Jue was about to get close to Lu Mingfei...

Lu Mingfei's vision suddenly went black.

He heard a voice.

The voice was extremely childish, as if it came from a child, yet it carried a composure and sorrow that did not belong to that age.

It resonated deep within Lu Mingfei's consciousness, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

"Brother, don't let him touch you."

Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He found himself standing in an endless darkness.

The water beneath my feet was like a mirror.

A boy's figure was reflected in the water.

The figure was much shorter than him, wearing a well-fitting black suit with a nearly withered white rose pinned to his chest.

The boy looked up.

It was a face that bore a striking resemblance to Lu Mingfei's, but was far more beautiful and colder.

His eyes were a lava-gold color, as if two flames were burning fiercely within them, ready to incinerate everything.

"Who are you?" Lu Mingfei heard his own voice trembling.

The boy smiled slightly.

That smile contained doting affection, love, and a weariness that had traversed many years.

"My surname is Lu, and my given name is Mingze." The young man slowly approached, each step creating golden ripples on the water's surface.

"It's your younger brother."

"I don't have a younger brother." Lu Mingfei subconsciously stepped back.

"You have it." Lu Mingze stopped in front of him and looked up at him.

He stretched out his pale little hand and pointed behind Lu Mingfei.

Pointing out into the darkness, in the direction where Shen Jue was.

Lu Mingze's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an authority that seemed out of place for his age: "You don't need his charity."

"You were meant to be the king of this world."