Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

"Lu Mingfei? What's wrong?" the girl beside him asked softly.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and looked around.

It was afternoon in a classroom. Every student was wearing their school uniform. Some were sleeping, while others were engrossed in their books. The sounds of turning pages, coughing, and whispering filled Lu Mingfei's ears. Nothing seemed amiss. The blackboard still displayed the notes from the previous lesson. Lu Mingfei recalled that it wasn't his turn to be on duty today.

Eight large characters hang at the front of the classroom: "Great knowledge is gained through hard work and perseverance will be rewarded."

A round clock hangs between the characters "发" and "天", showing that there are still 8 minutes until class.

But as Lu Mingfei stared at the ticking second hand, that unsettling feeling returned.

He clearly had a very long dream, so how could he have only been lying on the desk for two minutes?

It was a strange feeling, a sense of emptiness in my chest, a vague feeling that I was doing something important, but I couldn't quite remember what it was. What could be so important? Duty? Homework?

"Lu Mingfei, can you help me with this question?" Chen Wenwen asked.

The girl sitting next to me had her eyes downcast, her eyelashes clearly visible in the sunlight.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to put aside his unease and pick up his pen to work out the problem his deskmate had handed him.

He happened to have done a similar problem before. The problem setter had only changed the numerical values ​​and the application scenario. He quickly calculated the answer, then mentally went through the pure calculation steps twice. After confirming that it was correct, he handed the neatly written solution back to Chen Wenwen.

Everything is fine. He's a senior in high school; what could be more important than studying?

But that vague sense of unease still lingered, like ants crawling deep into his bones, impossible to shake off. He could only close his eyes and concentrate until the classroom suddenly quieted down. The math teacher, carrying test papers and lesson plans, walked in, slamming a heavy pile of things onto the podium. The math teacher picked up his water cup and took a sip of tea.

"Who's on duty?" Just as Lu Mingfei predicted, today's student on duty was going to get scolded.

The chubby Xu Yan ran up to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, and vigorously erased the new words and long sentences written by the English teacher in the previous class.

Everyone was waiting for him, and the math teacher spoke slowly, "As I've always said, I don't care if you waste a dozen seconds, but how much time does that add up to for the whole class of dozens of students?"

……

So far, Lu Mingfei has predicted everything that has happened without even opening his eyes.

He increasingly felt that what he was looking for was not these things in front of him, not the desk, not the math problems, not the thick textbooks and exercises piled on the desk, not Chen Wenwen, not these high school students, not the teacher, not... this classroom!

He suddenly stood up.

"Lu Mingfei, is there a problem?"

The bald math teacher asked unhappily.

"You're the only one wasting..."

The middle-aged man's sarcastic remarks suddenly stopped because Lu Mingfei completely ignored him, left his seat, walked blankly to the classroom door, looked left and right at the corridors on both sides, then shook his head and muttered to himself.

The math teacher felt a chill run down his spine.

He screwed on his water bottle, gestured to the students in the classroom to be quiet, and then carefully approached Lu Mingfei.

"Mingfei? Are you feeling unwell?" He leaned down to Lu Mingfei's side, his voice as gentle as possible. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

He was observing Lu Mingfei's expression.

The pressure of studying in the senior year of high school is immense. In previous years, there have been instances of students experiencing mental health issues. The parents of these students insisted that it was a problem with the school's management and even used their connections in the city to sue the school, causing quite a stir.

Later, it was indeed discovered that the teacher had physically abused and mistreated the students. All the teachers who taught that class that year were disqualified from awards, commendations, and promotions. The homeroom teacher was demoted, transferred from his original unit, and could no longer engage in front-line teaching work.

Lu Mingfei ignored him and suddenly laughed.

The afternoon sun, like a golden tapestry, gently spread across every stone slab in the school corridor, making everything shimmer and shine, like a faded old photograph, making people feel comfortable and relaxed.

He remembered.

This is his favorite scene, a beautiful scene from his memory that he had imagined while dozing off by the campfire.

When the math teacher saw Lu Mingfei grinning foolishly, he immediately felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Quick, quick, quick!" he called to a few nearby boys. "Hold him down together, be careful."

A few boys came to the corridor, but for a moment no one dared to go up. Lu Mingfei put away his smile and stood quietly at the edge of the corridor, gazing at the distant campus scenery. He glanced back at the group, his eyes empty and unfocused, as if he were looking at lifeless objects.

The first to make a move was Zhao Menghua, who had a crush on Chen Wenwen and had long harbored resentment towards Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen for their flirtatious interactions.

With one person taking the lead, the others mustered their courage and went up together to hug Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei suddenly turned around and punched Zhao Menghua in the stomach, knocking him to the ground clutching his stomach. But he didn't have time to deal with the others. Several strong boys grabbed his arms, waist, and legs, and under their weight, he was inevitably knocked down.

At this moment, Zhao Menghua, his eyes red, raised his head. There was still a trace of saliva on the corner of his mouth. Lu Mingfei's punch had just made him spasm in pain.

Lu Mingfei was pinned to the ground, his perspective directly opposite Zhao Menghua's, where he saw the intense resentment in the other's eyes.

Suddenly, Zhao Menghua pulled out a triangle ruler hidden in his sleeve and lunged at Lu Mingfei.

In that instant, someone ripped a frame from the world, and before Zhao Menghua could even react, the ruler he was about to stab at Lu Mingfei's back transformed into a sharp dagger.

Lu Mingfei suddenly sprang up, grabbed Zhao Menghua's wrist, and twisted it hard. The bones made a tooth-grinding grinding and breaking sound. Zhao Menghua's wrist bent at an angle beyond human endurance. He screamed and collapsed backward to the ground, the triangular ruler in his hand clattering to the ground.

Lu Mingfei simultaneously elbowed a boy behind him, who clutched his chest and staggered back. Then, he threw another punch, a chilling sound of teeth clashing echoing above his shoulder, and another boy collapsed to the ground, hunched over. Only two boys remained on top of Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei crashed into the wall, and the person on his back let out a muffled groan and let go. He then grabbed the last person's arm, suddenly stood up from a kneeling position, and with a powerful overhead throw, slammed him to the ground.

In a short time, Lu Mingfei, who had been subdued, beat several boys until they were all curled up on the ground.

The math teacher was dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He took out his phone and dialed the police.

……

Xia Mi's expression was not good.

The mirror no longer reflected the scene in Nibelungen, but a school. The NPCs she had just guided to attack Lu Mingfei were all defeated.

"Haven't you finished on your end yet?" she gritted her teeth. "Does it take this long for a dragon body that has lost its self-awareness?"

“Don’t worry, the rule in the mirror world is equality. His gradually awakening consciousness means that your intervention can also be strengthened. But he is in the mirror and you are outside the mirror, so he can only lose once.” The master of the alchemy field explained to her, “Don’t count on me. Maybe I need your breakthrough in the mirror world. You have no idea what I’m facing… One thing is certain, he is the source of the changes.”

Xia Mi felt bewildered for a moment.

Could Lu Mingfei, who has already lost consciousness, possibly still fight a near-adult alchemical golem to a standstill?

……

The situation was worse than Xia Mi had imagined.

Lu Mingfei swung his sword continuously, moving with elegant dance steps. The hunting dog, Longfang, was so agile in his hands that it was not as nimble as a longsword.

Odin has been cut in half twice, and the golden sword light he wielded was extremely strange, not belonging to any of the five elements.

He tried to conjure a wall of water in front of him, but the golden flame sword light passed through the water curtain like a phantom, unaffected by physical matter.

He wielded Gungnir, shattering the dazzling golden arc of light. As the brilliant flames dissipated, he experienced a terrifying hallucination, as if his soul were being burned.

Lu Mingfei's fighting style has also changed. He no longer relies on bone wings for high-speed dashes. His movements have become more graceful, and his figure rises and falls with the movement of his sword, as if he has become one with the sword.

He spun in the air, brandishing his sword like a crane dancing alone, the sword flashing as golden flames roared.

Only Odin, who had fought against it, knew the danger of that beautiful dance.

The Deadpools around him were almost all dead or wounded. "Lu Mingfei" was consciously clearing out the minions. As he passed by the Deadpools, it was as if he was gently stroking those hideous monsters, piercing their chests or severing their heads.

His movements were fluid and precise, as if following a unique rhythm, both powerful and beautiful.

This is a hunt.

Odin himself was a hunter, and he had a keen intuition for the presence of his own kind.

So he sheathed Gungnir and instead drew his heavy greatsword. The Eternal Spear could no longer hold sway over his opponent's fate; aside from its formidable hardness, it was not an ideal weapon.

His aura changed accordingly, a vast domain unfolded, and a gale blew outwards from him in all directions, while the sea surged with dark waves.

Faced with such power, "Lu Mingfei" stopped wandering around and instead crouched down, like a feline before a hunt.

Both of them were poised to make their move.

The next moment, black lightning and golden meteors collided with a deafening roar, their blades rubbing against each other. The observer, watching from Odin's perspective, finally looked directly into Lu Mingfei's oppressive eyes, which were cold, majestic, and profound, unlike the dragon's eyes.

……

The plot seemed to have been reset; the math teacher and the injured students suddenly became dazed and returned to the classroom.

Even the police called by the math teacher didn't arrive, as if the turmoil caused by Lu Mingfei had been forcibly calmed down by the world.

But Lu Mingfei knew that what had just happened was not an illusion. The moment he saw the dagger, it was as if he had pierced through a layer of illusion in this false world, and the bloodline in his body immediately awakened to the level of a B-grade hybrid.

He guessed he was in a dream or some large alchemical realm. This realm had its own set of rules, which even the creator could not interfere with at will, otherwise they could easily take advantage of his ordinary strength and control everyone to kill him.

The other party's interference in the world will create flaws. For example, replacing Zhao Menghua's ruler with a knife would cause Lu Mingfei to regain his memories and partially awaken his bloodline.

Therefore, the rule is very likely to be "reasonable." If it's reasonable to kill him here, he might actually die.

Lu Mingfei's unreasonable behavior can also create a crisis and give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it. It is best to wait for the other party to make a move and create a weakness, and then counterattack.

The other party didn't make Lu Mingfei wait long.

The scene returned to normal class time. Suddenly, the back door of the classroom was pushed open. The students thought it was the head of student affairs on patrol. Upon hearing the sound, the students who were sleeping, reading novels, or playing on their phones immediately straightened up and quietly put their tools into their pockets and drawers.

The first to react was the biology teacher. She frowned at the man in the black security guard uniform, first taking out her phone to call the police, and then calmly asked with a smile, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

The second person to react was Lu Mingfei, who remained seated.

Suddenly, the security guard pulled out a gun, shouted for Lu Mingfei to lie down, and fired a shot at him.

Lu Mingfei had been waiting for this moment. He had been silently counting, a shiver running through his body, as he turned his head to dodge the bullet. The dark red bullet struck the textbook, exploding into a cloud of crimson smoke.

Friga bullets.

Everyone, including the teachers, froze when the muzzle flashes; fear gripped them all. It wasn't until the security guard shouted for everyone to lie down again that they finally reacted.

Lu Mingfei leaped onto the desk, threw the heavy study guide in his hand at the security guard, and jumped on the desk at the same time.

The security guard was clearly professionally trained at Kassel College; he fired a shot through the gap in the textbook, directly into Lu Mingfei's chest.

Flames erupted, and the bullet exploded before it even touched the body.

Word of Power: Lord's Flame.

"Damn it, the crack is widening so quickly, is that guy really that unreliable?" the person behind the scenes exclaimed in shock and anger. "We have no choice but to go for it."

Lu Mingfei landed, ducked, turned and launched a high kick, a deadly move from Capoeira, the security guard was hit in the head and instantly lost consciousness.

Ignoring the trembling crowd in the class, he realized that the other party might be able to use intervention methods that matched his level of awakening. The B-level hybrids corresponded to the Executive Department of Kassel College, but would Kassel College really send a single person?

He went to the corridor outside the classroom and looked downstairs.