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

Atop the Rolls-Royce Phantom, the city skyline recedes like a phantom.

Lu Mingfei pointed at the invitation letter from Kassel College that Shen Jue handed him and asked in confusion, "Brother Shen."

"So, you just turned 18?"

"Yes," Shen Jue said with interest.

Lu Mingfei gasped.

"And you're also going to Kassel College?"

"Yes, that's right." Shen Jue nodded with a smile.

"Brother Shen, just who are you?!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed dramatically, "This is too outrageous!"

"Didn't I already tell you?" Shen Jue chuckled.

"I am the strongest crooked-mouthed dragon king."

"This is no laughing matter." Lu Mingfei felt as if his current life was a dream.

"Brother Shen, you're a good person."

"But my chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is just too severe."

Lu Mingfei retorted, "Although I seriously suspect you're a great magician over thirty years old."

"Only then can I casually pull out the miraculous potion that allows me to super-evolve."

"But the Dragon King thing is still too far-fetched."

"Huh?" Shen Jue said helplessly.

"Shouldn't your focus be on the academic life that's about to begin for the two of us?"

"Entering school, showing off and getting slapped in the face, enjoying the wonderful life of being close to junior and senior girls."

"Then the principal assigned a mentor to have the two of us form an academy team to participate in dragon-slaying competitions among various dragon-blooded races around the world."

"I've already thought of names for the college teams."

"Let's call them the Kassel Seven."

"?" Lu Mingfei's intuition told him that Shen Jue was definitely saying something unpleasant.

Shen Jue stroked his chin and said, "I'll make you an external alchemical device similar to a spider with eight legs, and you can raise a rabbit. As for weapons..."

"Just replace it with a big hammer that can generate external electric shocks."

"Which character is this a tribute to?" Lu Mingfei asked, frowning.

"How do I feel about doing this?"

"You will lose something very important."

"It's alright, at least I didn't ask you to tie a few strands of Blue Silver Grass to your hands," Shen Jue comforted Lu Mingfei.

He certainly wouldn't say that if Lu Mingfei had done that.

Lu Mingfei will not only lose his moral bottom line, but will also be labeled as a beast.

"Never mind, never mind, Brother Shen."

"The way you're saying it makes me a little scared," Lu Mingfei shook his head in refusal.

"Don't be afraid," Shen Jue said with a smile. "If there are any problems, Brother Shen will help you."

"As for the truth of this world, you can probably guess most of it, right?"

"Let those guys tell you after you get into Kassel College."

Amidst their banter, the two returned to the manor.

Shen Jue didn't mention that Lu Mingfei hadn't confessed his feelings, and Lu Mingfei didn't explain the reason to Shen Jue either.

But Shen Jue understood that it was best for the boy to keep his thoughts to himself.

The brief period of joy has come to an end.

Lu Mingfei boarded a private plane bound for Chicago.

He went alone to the Chicago train station, intending to take a train that wasn't on the train schedule to Kassel College, which was deep in the mountains.

As expected, Lu Mingfei encountered Fingel, an extremely slovenly and pathetic German.

Although Lu Mingfei is no longer a flop, he still shares a lot in common with Finger.

This time, the exceptionally wealthy Lu Mingfei took Fingel to stay in a luxury hotel and eat high-class Western food.

This led Fingel to repeatedly complain about the despicable rich people.

The two waited for several days before finally getting on the train to Kassel College.

What follows is the classic scene where Lu Mingfei takes the 3E exam and, under Professor Guderian's guidance, successfully enrolls in Kassel College.

Meanwhile, Shen Jue, strolling leisurely along the Three Gorges Dam in a major Eastern country, with his luggage, also waited for the person who had sent him the invitation.

The Three Gorges Dam is shrouded in mist, resembling a white dragon coiled around it.

Shen Jue stood by the railing on the top of the dam, carrying her suitcase.

The river breeze, carrying fine water droplets, lapped against Shen Jue's face, and he marveled at this magnificent man-made creation.

In the distance, a figure walked slowly along the dam. The sound of leather shoes on the concrete was mostly swallowed by the sound of water, but the rhythm was as steady as a metronome.

The man was over 1.8 meters tall, with straight shoulders and a dark gray three-piece suit without a single wrinkle.

Her silver hair was neatly combed back, remaining perfectly still in the wind.

The man's face was like that of a meticulously sculpted European nobleman.

He had a high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and very pale gray-blue pupils.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, exuding a natural, almost sarcastic elegance.

But deep within those eyes lay hatred and scrutiny.

He stopped three meters away from Shen Jue, his left hand in his trouser pocket and his right hand hanging casually at his side, his posture as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own garden.

Shen Jue could feel the folding knife that the man was holding in his pocket with his left hand.

It was a dragon-slaying weapon forged using dragon alchemy and decorated with Damascus steel patterns.

"Hilbert Jean Angers," said the principal of the Kassel College.

His tone was as elegant as if he were reciting the title of a poem, each syllable pronounced precisely and casually.

"I am the principal of Kassel College."

"The invitation in your hand was sent by me personally."

Shen Jue switched the suitcase to her left hand, turned her head slightly, and looked at Angers.

Angers tilted his head slightly, his gray-blue pupils like two thin pieces of ice, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over Shen Jue from top to bottom.

"Shen Jue, your file is very short. Your early life was unremarkable until recently."

"You conquered a significant portion of the Dragonblood Clan in a very short time."

"They also developed an alchemical potion that can stabilize the bloodline of mixed-race individuals."

"I'm wondering, what exactly are you?"

Angers had one more thing to say: Shen Jue always claimed in public that he was the strongest dragon king.

Angers, who harbors a deep hatred for the dragons, dislikes Shen Jue in every way.

But he still sent out the invitation and, following a hint from Shen Jue through the Dragon Blood Clan, came to the Three Gorges Dam.

"Dragon King." Shen Jue smiled confidently.

"The Strongest Dragon King".

"So, what are you planning to do?"

Angers took a deep breath.

The reason he came to the Three Gorges Dam alone was that he didn't want the young mixed-race elites of the Lionheart Society and the Secret Society to die in a pointless battle.

Let's let that old fellow, Shen Jue, investigate the truth.

The terrifying nature of Shen Jue can already be glimpsed from the intelligence gathered by the specialists of the Eastern Great Power branch of Kassel College.

The river breeze suddenly stopped.

Shen Jue felt that time around him had become viscous and dense.

Water droplets splashing from the dam lingered in mid-air, slowly falling at an almost invisible speed.

A seagull flying by froze on the dome, its wings still outstretched, completely still.

The distant, waterfall-like torrent, which had roared, transformed into a solidified, transparent curtain.

This is Word of Power: Time Zero.

Angers, as the caster, maintains a constant flow of time, while everything outside slows down to one two-hundred-and-fifty-sixth of its normal speed.

In this realm, Angers can gracefully approach anyone, pull out a folding knife, and slit their throat.

Then go back and wipe the blade clean.

As for the enemy who is the opponent, they don't even have time to blink.

Angers raised the folding knife in his hand.