Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

"What do you mean?"

Caesar didn't quite understand what that meant. Not the real Odin? Tonight's commotion was like the world was about to end. If it weren't for the special nature of Nibelungen, they would be buried in the ruins right now!

"Remember the guesses we made on the way here?"

Lu Mingfei said, "Based on Odin's authority in mythology, we speculate that He is the king of the sky and wind among the four kings. He should possess powers such as wisdom, death, and prophecy, but what did He use to fight me tonight? A heavy sword and His own body; He didn't even use any words of power."

"We're not that smart. You guessed Odin's identity after hearing Chu Zihang's story. Although I'd like to acknowledge this honor, it doesn't belong to me."

Caesar sighed and continued:

"Perhaps it's because you've been constantly pressuring Odin, preventing Him from using His Words of Power? Like when He tries to throw Gungnir, but you always force Him to block instead?"

"If you can stop the Dragon King from using his Word of Power just by relying on this method, shouldn't Kassel College do a better job than me? You have many excellent students and mature weapons. You can use a large number of people and weapons to form an airtight net and catch the Dragon King like fishing."

Lu Mingfei said, "Legend has it that Odin would collect the souls of fallen warriors on the battlefield and let these souls enter his Valhalla. When war comes, these spirits will return to the battlefield."

Caesar was somewhat bewildered, thinking to himself that compared to him, the students in the academy dared not claim to be superior; they could not possibly fight Odin single-handedly.

"So, the guy I saw tonight was one of the heroic spirits Odin collected? Where did He get those souls from...?"

Caesar suddenly fell silent. He saw Chu Zihang standing to the side, and for a moment the light in the man's golden eyes was so fierce and angry that it looked like a demon crawling out of hell. He had never seen Chu Zihang show such an expression before.

But eventually, the fierce and malevolent light dimmed, and Chu Zihang's expression became blank, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, leaving only an empty shell staring at the gray road in the heavy rain.

Caesar quickly realized that Odin could certainly obtain souls, after all, just a few years ago this god, who had no martial virtue, had blocked the path of a father and son on this very overpass.

To make matters worse, this Italian nobleman wasn't very good at comforting people. In the past, if a student council member had a mental health issue and was secretly grieving in a corner during a meeting, he would simply take out his wallet and toss it to the student council secretary.

In the evening, there will be a grand banquet, during which the secretary will bring out gift boxes that Caesar purchased in large quantities using his credit card for everyone to draw.

The sad guy will draw the best gift under the secretary's control. If the recipient is a girl, the gift box will contain a beautiful long dress that has not yet been released by a top luxury design company. If the recipient is a boy, the gift box will contain something more vulgar, such as VIP tickets to a lingerie show or a deluxe family bucket of a game company.

In short, Caesar's way of comforting others was to throw a banquet, then take out his credit card, wrap tens of thousands of dollars worth of gifts in beautiful wrapping paper, and then deliver them to the recipient disguised as good luck.

The person who receives the gift is usually praised by those around them for their good luck. No one can shed tears under such good fortune, so everything is overjoyed. Everyone sings and dances at the banquet, and all unhappy things are left behind.

But tonight he was going to comfort a murderer, and a murderer he didn't get along with. Caesar wasn't sure if his actions would be seen as provocation, and there was no place for him to hold a banquet.

The rain poured down, and the world was desolate and dreamlike. On this lonely overpass, three men stood in the middle of the road, each lost in their own thoughts.

Fortunately, due to the torrential rain, the entrance to the overpass was blocked, and no more cars were coming up, so they didn't have to worry about being hit while standing in the middle of the road.

Lu Mingfei was pondering Odin's matter and didn't notice that the two guys suddenly became melancholy. When he looked up, he was startled to see two faces etched with "tragedy."

Why are you two making those...heartbroken looks, like you've just been dumped by a pretty girl?

"No, no, no, he's the only one who's heartbroken. I'm just feeling sad for him."

Caesar swept his soaking wet hair back with both hands, giving it a classic slicked-back look, and said with great enthusiasm:

"If I could, I'd like to experience what heartbreak feels like, but unfortunately, circumstances don't allow it. Someone like me is destined to keep countless beautiful girls up at night; I'm always the one dumping others!"

This didn't seem like something to be proud of, but Lu Mingfei had become immune to the young master's neuroticism and turned to look at Chu Zihang.

"I just feel that something I've persisted in for so long will suddenly fall apart one day. I've trained for so long so that one day I could kill Odin, but I find that I can't even get close to Odin."

Chu Zihang answered honestly, after hesitating for a few seconds:

"Are you sure we're facing just some innocent soul from Odin's Valhalla tonight?"

"If Odin's true strength is only this much, I might join Kassel College tonight, and then tomorrow I'll take you all around the world to find the Dragon Kings' graves, dig them out of the ground, and kill them all again."

Lu Mingfei nodded. "Actually, if you look closely, you'll find that every movement of that guy is very sluggish, like an old machine without lubrication, with a very obvious sense of jerkiness."

Caesar opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. He really wanted to say something like, "Only you would think fighting such an opponent is easy," but considering that it would be like rubbing salt into Chu Zihang's wounds, he decided to be a good listener.

Chu Zihang remained silent for a long time:

"You saw my father in your dream. Do you think the person you're fighting tonight will be him?"

"So that's what you're worried about?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, finally understanding why Chu Zihang had shown such a vulnerable expression. Even the strongest man would unconsciously reveal his weak side in front of his father.

"Actually, this is not important; in fact, it's good news for you."

"Good news?"

Chu Zihang was stunned.

"At least it proves that your father's soul is still alive."

Lu Mingfei patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder. "Isn't this good news?"

"Is the line between good news and bad news so blurred in your eyes?"

Caesar was dumbfounded. He was being extremely careful not to touch on Chu Zihang's painful memories, but Lu Mingfei turned the matter into a so-called good news with just a few words. What kind of robber logic is this?

"Let's look at it from another angle. If Odin really enjoys collecting the souls of those who died on his hands, then at least it proves that Chu Zihang's father's soul still exists in this world. Isn't that good news?"

Lu Mingfei replied matter-of-factly, "What's there to be afraid of if you die? You can just be resurrected, right?"