Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

As Lu Lincheng stepped out of his house, he felt truly depressed. In all his years as secretary-general, he had handled countless tedious matters, but he had never felt as burdened as he did today.

There are risks involved in what he is doing. If the Supreme Council is also "deceived," it will certainly turn around and take control of him who is acting abnormally. Moreover, it is unknown whether this move will arouse suspicion from the higher-ups about Lu Mingfei.

The rumors surrounding Lu Mingfei are still on the Supreme Committee's review schedule.

Only Qiao Weini, Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingze remained in the living room.

“Brother, he went to see the committee.” Lu Mingze suddenly said, “I can tell you now that the higher-ups of the Doomsday Faction are in direct contact with the Holy Palace Medical Association. Odin is in the Arctic Ocean. If things go wrong, the timeline will reset. This isn’t the first time in thousands of years. This time, are you going to push fate forward?”

"Push? No."

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, and fine silver threads wrapped around his fingertips. As he slowly clenched his fist, the threads gradually tightened, their ends extending into the distance in all directions. These threads were so thin that they looked like shimmering spider silk.

White light gathered in his hand, forming a card.

[The Doomsday Faction: They have come into contact with reality, they believe in destruction, they have fallen into a trap. An elite group of humans and hybrids, intimidated and seduced by the Dragon Prince, have become the guardians of the cage that imprisons the Supreme Being.]

“Fate…the true fate.” A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Mingze’s eyes as he sighed, “You’re not Uld, you’re Skadi, you’re here to clear the field! No wonder that black dragon hasn’t made a move yet.”

"Are you two treating me like I'm invisible? Aren't you afraid of being monitored here?" Qiao Weini finally couldn't hold back anymore after hearing this.

One of the findings of Kassel College's research into the history of dragons is that many of the college's buildings are named after things from Norse mythology. Jovie is one of the few who knows about the Black Emperor's ultimate prophecy; some of the most shocking articles in those top-secret documents state that the Black Emperor's ultimate power is destiny.

Excluding the possibility that his own son and "youngest son" are hysteriacs, they must be related to the "dark monarch" mentioned by the committee.

Her composure stemmed from her knowledge of what she couldn't change. Lu Lincheng, constantly shuttling between committees, had long since lost his keen intuition. The existence capable of breaching the Nibelungen was far beyond the capabilities of these cowardly turtles.

“I’ve imagined what our meeting would be like, and this is the most peaceful one.” Lu Mingfei sat up straight and looked at Qiao Weini.

“How do I know if you’re my son?” Qiao Weini glared at him fiercely, showing no fear. “My son is a bit of a coward and loves playing games, but he’s kind and has his own opinions. I can tell you’re not my son as soon as I see you.”

"Friendly reminder, I am indeed not." Lu Mingze raised his hand.

Joe Winnie ignored him.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were downcast. Along the line extending from him back to the past, one-tenth of Lu Mingfei felt sadness. When he survived certain junctures in his life, he indeed could no longer retain some of his past traits.

So, I want to live, that's the initial answer.

“People change, just as you are no longer the way I remember you.” But he didn’t say that.

“Even Angers couldn’t change a person like this.” Qiao Weini didn’t mention the strange conversation between Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze just now. In fact, she didn’t care about those grand topics. All she wanted to know now was where her son was.

“The person in front of you is no younger than Angers,” Lu Mingfei said, staring into Qiao Weini’s eyes with a smile.

Jowini frowned, then her pupils suddenly dilated. "Nibelungen...did you go to Nibelungen?"

"You can think of it as something similar, but much bigger and not as dangerous. You won't be targeted by the Dragon King as soon as you go in," Lu Mingfei said.

Joe Winnie looked at him carefully, from head to toe, and finally scrutinized his face.

Are you really Mingfei?

Lu Mingfei noticed her wavering and immediately stopped trying to hide it. Qiao Weini felt that Lu Mingfei's eyes were dazzlingly bright, but he clearly hadn't activated his Golden Eyes. Everything around him seemed different, yet upon closer inspection, there was no real difference.

It was like changing a filter. When Jovini came to her senses from the dizziness, Lu Mingze had disappeared from her sight, and two figures appeared behind Lu Mingfei. They were blond and blue-eyed, and their facial features suggested they were Europeans.

"The Supreme Being you imprisoned has, in turn, used Nibelungen to invade your consciousness. Now, there are many 'dead' people from Black Swan Harbor in this safe haven. It is actually becoming a second Black Swan Harbor," Lu Mingfei said. "He controls destiny and time and space in the dream. Everyone is in a lucid dream."

“It really is too late,” Giovanni murmured.

"It's not too late," Lu Mingfei said.

“No, I mean you’ve grown up.” Giovanni stood up, leaned down and cupped his cheeks. “I always thought it was never too late, that boys should learn through experience, but you’ve suffered so much and I didn’t know.”

Her bloodline was activated, and she could feel that the world after the dream filter was removed was real, including Lu Mingfei in front of her.

A supreme being would not waste time on her, and a dragon would not grieve.

“That dragon was right. Your dad went to the committee. I could see it in his eyes. They won’t go easy on you,” Giovanni said. “If you’ve come here to do something, go do it. Don’t worry about your mother. I’m your mother for a day, and I’ll always be your mother, even if you turn into a little dragon.”

“We have plenty of time,” Lu Mingfei said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding sounds vanished instantly. Giovanni immediately noticed the change in the living room: the clock stopped, the wind and snow outside the window ceased, and all the swirling dust seemed to be nailed to the light by an unseen hand, while the steam rising from the teacup remained frozen in the air.

Time zero? No, this is complete time standstill.

“You’ll be safe here. Leave the rest to me,” Lu Mingfei said slowly. “This is the current student council president and board secretary of Kassel College.”

Caesar and Percy, who were in spirit form, then spoke up, "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello." Giovanni looked the two of them over. "It seems there's been quite a bit of news happening on the Secret Service's side."

Chapter 281 Showdown

Lu Lincheng's breath hitched. His S-level reaction ability allowed him to immediately sense the changes in his body. His heart rate, breathing, and temperature all changed abruptly, as if he had been jolted awake from a nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat. He pressed on the doorknob, his bones cracking. With just a little more force, the iron handle would break.

He was still in the living room.

What... happened? Was that just a hallucination? Was I too nervous and got caught up in my imagination?

"Lu Lincheng, your son wants to go with you." Qiao Weini's voice came from behind.

Lu Lincheng turned around, and all three people in the living room looked at him. After calming himself down, he said, "Then let's go."

Qiao Weini watched the two leave. Recalling the miracle she had just witnessed, her worries vanished. Lu Mingfei had not only stopped time but also altered its flow. Time, a dimension imagined by humankind, seemed like clay that could be kneaded at will in his hands; with a mere wave of his hand, he could rewind everything to before Lu Lincheng left.

Indeed, as he said, there is still plenty of time.

“Son, don’t be nervous,” Lu Lincheng said. “Although they are important people, they are different from the old fogies on the board of directors you’ve met, or that old bastard Angers. The members of the Supreme Council are very easy to talk to. Just say whatever you want when you get there.”

The father and son walked through the spruce forest, their feet sinking into the thin snow. There weren't many people on the road, just a few young men and women in their twenties hurrying along with their heads down.

Lu Mingfei would sometimes glance up and look away, and sometimes walk as if no one was around. Lu Lincheng interpreted this as absent-mindedness. In reality, Lu Mingfei was looking at living people; he had no intention of wasting his attention on the "dead spirits" created by Lu Mingze.

“I’ve been following several artificial ecosystem experiments, and it seems there aren’t many successful cases of such large-scale simulations yet,” Lu Mingfei said casually.

When this was mentioned, Lu Lincheng said with a hint of pride, "We have the most outstanding ecologists and engineers here. In terms of academic level, we are no worse than Kassel College."

“Because you are part of the Secret Party.” Lu Mingfei said casually, “What I want to say is, since you have enough manpower and resources, why don’t you build a small space station in space? The Dragon’s domain cannot venture into space.”

Lu Lincheng glanced at Lu Mingfei's expression, and seeing that he was not acting strangely and was really just chatting, he felt relieved. He then said, "Because the Nibelungs are the true guardians of this haven, we don't have the technology to recreate this miracle on the space station. However, your idea is very innovative. Perhaps we can launch a satellite into space to preserve the essence of human civilization."

“Son.” Lu Lincheng suddenly put away his amiable expression. “I don’t know what you heard at the Kassel school. You should believe what you saw with your own eyes, not the prejudice of those thugs from the Secret Party against us.”

The near miss with yet another "necromancer" in Black Swan Harbor made Lu Lincheng's claim of "seeing it with his own eyes" seem somewhat ironic.

Lu Mingfei was starting to lose interest.

“Dad,” he said, “you and Mom don’t get along very well, do you? Why are you playing the little researcher from my memories? You’re the powerful secretary-general, and I want to hear your real concerns.”

Lu Lincheng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Son, you've really grown up. I won't hide it from you anymore."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his coat, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and skillfully lit it.

“I have a lot of social engagements now, and I have to entertain guests with cigarettes and alcohol. Your mother has been unhappy with me for a long time,” Lu Lincheng said cheerfully. “Don’t tell your mother.”

“Okay.” Lu Mingfei lowered his eyes.

"May I see the alchemical matrix in this city?"

Lu Lincheng frowned, not understanding why Lu Mingfei had jumped to such a big topic. "It's possible, but let's go to the committee first. That's more important."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Lincheng's communicator rang, the message coming from the Supreme Council.

"Let Lu Mingfei meet with the Supreme One and observe his reaction."

Lu Lincheng was taken aback for a moment. "Ahem, the meeting has been canceled at the last minute. Then I'll take you to see the underground area."

The two changed course, remaining silent the entire way until they arrived at a spacious courtyard surrounded by buildings, the ground entirely cast in metal. There was no snow; the snowflakes above melted into sparse raindrops. Large amounts of steam rose from the cooling wells, making it seem as if they had entered a steel mill operating at full capacity.

In the center of the courtyard stands an unassuming little house. Opening the door reveals an elevator. The entrance to the alchemy matrix at Kassel College is also an elevator, because the massive alchemy matrix not only occupies a huge area, but also uses alchemical materials that are mostly detrimental to human health.

The underground space is vast, similar to an ice cellar, but with significantly more military-grade equipment. The staff walking here wear uniform work clothes and have a distinct demeanor compared to the young people on the surface.

On the way to the next level, Lu Lincheng said, "You must already know something about this place from the Secret Party. This is not only the last refuge, but also a military fortress. Although the simulations have mostly yielded pessimistic results, we still want to retain the ability to resist and our dignity at the last moment. This is the equipment and management level."

“The Doomsday Faction, they say you’re foxes,” Lu Mingfei said. “Cunning, good at hiding and betraying.”

“They are too arrogant. In fact, the internal divisions within the Secret Party have long reached an irreparable point. The split is just a result, not a cause. They are turning a blind eye to the evidence,” Lu Lincheng said.

The next layer is the ecological layer. It can't compare to the gene bank in the ice cellar, but it's still quite comprehensive. Ecological tanks simulating different climates are displayed together, and a large part of the energy supplied by the nuclear reactor is used here.

The next floor is the server room, where the harbor's electronic information management system is also controlled by a central server room. In wartime, this is the communications and command center.

The elevator was still descending. At first, Lu Lincheng wanted to introduce it to Lu Mingfei, but seeing the lack of interest on his face, he simply pressed the button for the deepest level.

"The place we're going to is called the Final Sanctuary, which is the alchemical matrix that created Nibelungen and... the source of all of this," Lu Lincheng said quietly. After passing a certain floor, the elevator lights went out, leaving only the low rumble of its operation, reminding the passengers that they were heading to the deepest level.

A moment later, a dim, pale blue indicator light came on.

"Mingfei, whatever you see or hear later, just remember to react truthfully." Lu Lincheng patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

“Below is the Supreme One, one-third of Nidhogg’s rank. I came here to see him.” Lu Mingfei’s face was mostly in shadow. “The rest were just passing by.”

Lu Lincheng's hand trembled, and a chill ran straight to the top of his head.

"Don't joke around, son," he snapped coldly. "Don't you know what you're talking about... wait, who are you? Where's Mingfei?"

“They can’t hear us anymore. Let’s be frank, Secretary Lu. The war has already begun. It’s actually very difficult for you to transmit information through the Nibelungen… This place is a black hole for information, a den of dragons.” Lu Mingfei said casually, looking at the numbers flashing on the elevator floor display.

"What war? Humans and hybrids?" Lu Lincheng didn't react for a moment.

“Before I came here, the conflict between the hybrid races had already been unleashed once. Now they desperately need a common enemy, an enemy that must be anti-human and powerful enough, preferably related to the Dragon King,” Lu Mingfei continued.

“Lu Mingfei, you must understand our good intentions. You may have heard a lot about us…” Lu Lincheng’s scalp tingled at the thought of the Supreme Council’s possible reaction.

“I never believed you from the start,” Lu Mingfei said.

"When? I don't think I did anything wrong." Lu Lincheng smiled wryly; at this point, he didn't need to worry anymore.

“From the moment I stepped into this Nibelungen… it’s not your fault, it’s just that the way this Nibelungen is constructed reminds me of an old friend.” The elevator gradually came to a stop.

Lu Lincheng's expression gradually froze. He didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Lu Mingfei, as if he were still a human boy and not some terrifying monster.

What to do? Draw a gun and shoot? Would that even work? This body might very well house a Supreme Being who has already awakened... Negotiation? That's utter nonsense.

Chapter 282 Resurrection

Lu Lincheng was once an elite executive officer of the Secret Party. His long years of clerical work had not completely worn away his qualities. Realizing what was happening, he immediately pressed the stop button on the elevator and shouted hysterically.

"Prediction error! Dragon invasion! Martial law! Martial law!"

He took two steps back and fired at Lu Mingfei.