Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Late at night, the moonlight, like a ribbon, coldly spread across the open space of the abandoned factory area on the outskirts of the city.

The wind howled through the broken factory frame, stirring up fine dust from the ground.

Lei Lin and Chu Tianjiao faced each other, ten meters apart.

The air was so heavy it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Despite Leylin's repeated assertions of his "humanity" and controllability.

But Chu Tianjiao's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses (though he was wearing them at the moment, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the lenses), were filled with an undeniable determination.

"Anyone can say nice things." Chu Tianjiao's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence, carrying a cold, businesslike tone.

"But your bloodline concentration... is too abnormal, so abnormal that it exceeds the tolerance range of all safety regulations."

"Leaving it unchecked is a potential disaster for you and for those around you. Not to mention..."

He paused, his tone growing heavier: "Now you know a secret you shouldn't know. For both public and private reasons, I have to take you away today. Choose one: cooperate, or I'll 'ask' you to cooperate."

Lei Lin let out a soft breath, knowing that verbal explanations were futile at this moment.

Some ideas are deeply ingrained, and some rules are inviolable. To break them, one must demonstrate power that compels people to reassess.

"It seems that reasoning won't work." Leylin flexed his wrists and met the other person's gaze calmly.

"Then we'll just have to see just how strong your 'reasoning' really is, Uncle Chu."

Upon hearing this, Chu Tianjiao not only did not get angry, but instead grinned, revealing a wild and excited smile, completely different from his usual decadent uncle appearance.

"It should have been done a long time ago! Dragging your feet isn't manly! In this world, most of the time it's just a matter of who has the bigger fist!"

"Kid, today your Uncle Chu will teach you a lesson on what it means to be outmatched!"

"I'd be happy to learn from you." Lei Lin nodded slightly.

"Great!" Chu Tianjiao praised, and then began to "organize the equipment".

He first raised his hand, and with a slightly flamboyant gesture, took off the sunglasses he had been wearing late at night, then casually tossed them behind him—

The sunglasses traced an arc in the air and landed precisely on the edge of an abandoned oil drum not far away. They wobbled a bit but didn't fall.

That's quite a skillful technique.

I guess he's practiced a lot.

Then, he carefully removed the unlit, seemingly expensive cigar from the corner of his mouth.

He took out an exquisite metal cigar box from the inside pocket of his trench coat, carefully placed it inside, and closed the lid.

Then he walked to the side and placed the box neatly on a relatively flat block of cement.

After doing all that, he even patted non-existent dust off his hands.

"Sunglasses cost ten yuan a pair, so they're no big deal if I lose them," he explained to himself, glancing at the cigar box. "But this treasure is no good; it's from Cuba, and it's very precious."

Standing firmly in front of Lei Lin, Chu Tianjiao's right hand hung naturally, resting lightly on the hilt of the sheathed longsword at his waist, and his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

The previous laziness and unruliness vanished instantly, replaced by a steely, oppressive aura forged through countless life-and-death battles.

"Kid, this is an ultimatum." His voice lowered.

"Just come with me obediently. Once the procedures are complete, including the necessary checks and observations, you can return to school as usual if everything is fine. If you resist..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the unspoken meaning was crystal clear.

Lei Lin shook his head and sent back the half-sentence of "persuasion to surrender" verbatim.

"Uncle Chu, you should keep those words to yourself. I might need them later."

"Hahaha! Good! That's arrogant enough!" Chu Tianjiao laughed instead of getting angry, his eyes showing even more appreciation, but it was soon replaced by boiling fighting spirit.

"Then let me see if your skills match your mouth!"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes snapped open!

In an instant, a brilliant golden flame erupted from the depths of his pupils, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Those were pure and powerful golden eyes, a mark of top-tier hybrids!

It was far more intense and aggressive than Rayleigh's golden eyes when he was in his usual restrained state.

At the same time, he gently pushed the hilt of the sword with his right thumb—

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sound, like a dragon's roar, pierced the night sky with the sound of a sword!

A flash of cold light, like the gleam of autumn water, appeared, and the Japanese samurai sword known as "Murasame" was drawn from its sheath.

The blade is long and slender with a beautiful curve. Under the moonlight, it gleams with a chilling luster, and the edge seems to have a faint, almost imperceptible glow.

Just looking at it makes one feel a slight stinging sensation on the skin.

The blade is covered with fine, feather-like forging patterns, clearly indicating it is no ordinary item.

Chu Tianjiao held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his feet neither too far to the left nor too far to the right—a simple yet flawless starting stance.

He slightly bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and his whole body resembled a powerful bow being slowly drawn, with a tremendous sense of power ready to be unleashed.

Just as his toes twitched slightly, about to pounce like a cheetah—

"Wait a minute!" Leylin suddenly shouted.

"Huh?!" Chu Tianjiao was caught off guard, lost his balance, and stumbled, luckily not falling.

He steadied himself, glaring at Leylin with annoyance, the flame in his golden eyes flickering. "What now?! Even last-minute cramming has its timing!"

Lei Lin pointed to the gleaming Murasame in his hand, then spread out his empty hands, looking quite innocent.

"Uncle Chu, look, you're wielding your family heirloom sword, a divine weapon, while I'm empty-handed. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"How about... you lend me a knife? Or, give me some time to find one that suits me?"

Chu Tianjiao was amused and annoyed by this "naive" suggestion.

"Fairness? Kid, do you think this is the Olympic fencing competition? It's a life-or-death struggle, where's the fairness in that!"

"Besides, where are you going to find a weapon in this desolate wilderness? Are you going to conjure one up out of the blue?"

He thought Leylin was stalling for time or trying to be clever.

"Then there's no need to change it."

As Leylin spoke, his gaze began to sweep around.

He quickly identified his target, walked to a pile of construction debris, bent down, and pulled something out of it.

It was a rusty piece of rebar, about 1.2 meters long, with a hook at one end, clearly a piece of waste material abandoned during the original construction.

Its surface is covered with reddish-brown rust, making it look extremely fragile.

"You...you're going to use this?" Chu Tianjiao's eyelids twitched as he looked at it, and he couldn't help but remind him.

"My 'Murasame' sword may not be the absolute best among alchemical knives, but it can still cut through iron and steel without any problem. You're better off empty-handed with this piece of junk!"

"A piece of junk?" Leylin weighed the steel bar in his hand, smiled slightly, "It won't be for long."

He firmly gripped the middle section of the steel bar with his right hand, and his golden pupils silently ignited in his eyes, but the light was more restrained than that of Chu Tianjiao, as if molten lava was flowing deep within his pupils.

At the same time, a thought flickered in his mind.

There were no incantations or exaggerated light and shadow effects, but an invisible high-temperature force field was instantly generated centered on his palm!

The free fire elements in the air were frantically extracted, compressed, and injected!

"laugh--"

The dark red rust instantly vaporized and disappeared at the point where the steel bar came into contact with the palm!

Immediately afterwards, the entire steel bar turned bright red and shiny at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had just been taken out of the furnace!

An astonishing heatwave spread outwards, distorting the light and causing the air to crackle slightly.

But it's not over yet.

Leylin stretched out his left hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and directly pressed them against the surface of the red steel bar, which was hot enough to melt through the skin instantly and reached a temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius!

Strangely, his fingers were unharmed, revealing his "Unburnt" constitution.

His fingers slowly moved from one end of the steel bar to the other, the movement gentle, like playing a zither, or like writing.

As your fingertip traces the steel bar, its shape begins to change!

The rusted, rough surface becomes smooth and flat, the irregular hooks are straightened, the front end gradually tapers and thins to form a sharp sword tip, while the back end is moderately thickened for a better grip...

Even more surprisingly, where a finger traces, the reddish-brown surface of the steel bar faintly reveals extremely delicate, almost transparent silver patterns.

The intricate and beautiful patterns were not formed by forging, but rather resembled a direct inscription of some kind of energy, carrying an ancient and sacred aura.

Leylin's lips parted slightly, reciting syllables with a peculiar rhythm that no one could understand—

That was a blessing language from Middle-earth, belonging to the Elves.

In just over ten seconds!

A piece of scrap iron-like steel bar has been transformed into a two-handed longsword that is entirely crimson, with a simple and smooth design, a blade that gleams with a cold light, and mysterious silver patterns flowing across its surface!

It lay quietly in Leylin's hand, radiating a scorching heat and an indescribable sharpness, as if it possessed its own life and will.

Chu Tianjiao, sitting opposite him, had long since abandoned all his arrogance and jest, his face now showing only utter shock and solemnity.

His golden eyes were fixed on the newly formed crimson longsword in Leylin's hand, as if trying to see through it.

"[Heaven and earth as a furnace]?"

"No...no, the range isn't that large, but the control precision is terrifyingly high...this is 'static heating'!"

"You can actually control the power of [Monarch's Flame] to such a subtle degree?!"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"This is already touching the very edge of the Dragon King's authority!"

"Also, the energy fluctuations when you traced your finger just now... that's not ordinary alchemy, it's a higher-level technique, 'Alchemical Reconstruction,' which directly alters the form and properties of matter!"

"Where did you learn all this?!"

Leylin gently swung the crimson longsword in his hand, the blade slicing through the air, creating a scorching stream of air and a faint silver trail.

The high temperature did not soften the sword; the elven blessing pattern seemed to give it stability and toughness that surpassed ordinary iron.

"Just a little trick I figured out." Leylin said in a flat tone, as if he had only done something insignificant.

"Perfect, let's try it out on Uncle Chu."

Chu Tianjiao took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He realized that his understanding of this "freak" he had watched grow up was probably less than the tip of the iceberg.

But this only strengthened his resolve to "control" Leylin—

Such a dangerous and uncontrollable force must be in the hands of reliable people, or... its risks must be thoroughly assessed.

"Good lad..."

Chu Tianjiao slowly raised the Village Rain Blade, its blade reflecting the moonlight and the red light from the distant Lei Lin Sword. The golden pupils in his eyes burned to their fullest extent, and his fighting spirit was higher than ever before.

"It seems I can't take you away today without going all out."

"Just what I wanted." Leylin flicked his wrist, and the crimson longsword pointed diagonally to his side, the silver patterns on the blade gleaming slightly.

He slightly bent down, assuming a starting stance that was different from Chu Tianjiao's, yet equally impeccable—

That posture blended the steadiness of a Dúnedan ranger, the elegance of elven swordsmanship, and a certain rhythm unique to him.

"please."

"Come!"

Under the moonlight, in front of the abandoned factory, one holds an ancient and simple sword, the other a crimson new sword, and two pairs of burning golden eyes collide from afar.

The air froze completely.

War is imminent.