Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Elden Ring

“Nibelungen, the legendary land of the dead, is actually a space created through alchemy, attached to the real world.” Charlotte’s expression was solemn. “That corridor is very likely the ‘door’ to Nibelungen, but since Portofino was chosen as the venue for the board meeting, it’s impossible for it to be hiding a Nibelungen. I initially thought it was a space creation from the ‘Seven Kingdoms’ of alchemy. People with this ability can freely cut and stitch together space, and even create spaces of their own choosing.”

She looked at Lu Mingfei, "You entered 'Nibelungen,' right?"

“That’s right.” Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Is it Portofino inside, or somewhere else?"

“It’s Portofino in the rain,” Lu Mingfei replied.

Charlotte took a deep breath. "In other words, that Supreme Being connected the corridor and his Nibelungen through 'space opening'... Let me put it another way so everyone can understand: the gate of the Nibelungen is the boundary between life and death, like the road to the underworld, and opening the gate between life and death is beyond the power of the four monarchs."

"Then what is he?" The middle-aged school board member frowned.

“Perhaps the word ‘King’ is no longer sufficient to describe that mysterious assassin. Should we call him… the King of Alchemy?” Angers aptly summarized the conversation.

“Why would you…” Frost suddenly looked up, his voice hoarse.

"Why am I being targeted by something even more outrageous than the Four Great Monarchs?" Lu Mingfei almost immediately continued his sentence.

Frost: ...

This guy was just waiting for someone to bring up this question.

All the school board members, including Elizabeth, looked at Lu Mingfei. Before this, he was an S-class student, the heir to Angers' political capital, and the dangerous half-blood accused by the Gattuso family.

But now, he seems to have become even more mysterious.

“It’s very simple. I am the one who bears the mark of the Dragon King.” Lu Mingfei revealed the mystery calmly. “Norton came to me because of Constantine, and Odin came to me because of Norton. I am no different from any of you. But in the eyes of the Dragon King, I am like a firefly in the dark night. In the years to come, the first generation of dragons will keep coming to me... until the day the dragon race is destroyed.”

"Road sign?" Charlotte's expression changed.

“What road sign?” Elizabeth asked.

“There’s a prerequisite for the ability to create space: you need a beacon. Otherwise, it’s like groping in a dark fog. The Supreme Being was able to do this because he planted beacons on Lu Mingfei beforehand. Those beacons are like faint lights in the fog, visible only to him.” Charlotte’s face was somewhat pale.

Everyone immediately realized what this meant.

“That’s right, he can use me as a beacon to teleport here at any time.” Lu Mingfei admitted frankly, “Including here, the four heavy locks on the gate are meaningless to him.”

"Why didn't you report this in advance?" The middle-aged school board member's mouth dropped open.

"Immediately mobilize the Italian branch..." The old monk stood up, his voice deep and resonant.

“I see fear on your faces,” Lu Mingfei said calmly, glancing around at the room.

Those who met his gaze couldn't help but look away. Indeed, as he said, learning of this was like the Japanese in Hiroshima and Nagasaki learning that American B-29 bombers had taken off carrying nuclear bombs! It was hard not to feel fear.

However, the Japanese people at the time did not know what an atomic bomb was. After Hiroshima was bombed with an atomic bomb on August 6, 1945, the Japanese government called it an "asteroid attack" and heavily suppressed the news. As a result, the Hiroshima atomic bombing did not raise any public awareness. It was not until Nagasaki was bombed on August 9 that the government could no longer cover it up and the Japanese people finally woke up to the truth.

But every member of the board of directors present was perfectly aware of what the first generation of beings was.

“Don’t worry, everyone, we already have a plan.” Angers gently shook the bell, the only remaining bell in his hand. “Today’s second topic is the ‘S’ class mission handled by the Kassel College Executive Department, codenamed ‘Shadow of Gungnir’.”

As he finished speaking, a mission briefing with a security clearance level of 'S' was displayed on the screen and opened in front of each school board member.

"This... is too bold," commented the middle-aged school board member after reading it.

"Why didn't you report this in advance?" the old monk frowned.

"Do we really have a 'Dragon Slayer System' that can guarantee the safety of Lu Mingfei's team?" Charlotte asked.

“The reason we don’t report to you is because we imagine the enemy to be lurking among humans and hybrids. As a result, fewer and fewer people know the relevant information. Do you remember the question Lu Mingfei asked at the beginning?” Angers said leisurely. “We haven’t found an effective way to deal with the Dragon King, so there are too few people we can trust.”

"And the fact that Lu Mingfei is still standing here is the best proof of the 'Dragon Slayer System'."

Charlotte pondered for a moment: "The self-circulating spatial barrier constructed by the alchemical matrix beneath Kassel College should be able to stop the Supreme's spatial abilities. But that matrix is ​​hundreds of years old, and the only controller is the successive Flamel mentors. I'm not sure how well it works."

“The vice principal has already assessed this matter, and his suggestion is to keep me under the protection of the Matrix at all times,” Lu Mingfei said calmly. “But I think the ‘Shadow of Gungnir’ project should continue. Odin’s attempt to assassinate me this time is proof of that, isn’t it? He probably doesn’t want to be exposed.”

Charlotte was taken aback, and the others didn't understand either.

“Odin is indeed the Dragon King, but he is a lurker,” Lu Mingfei said slowly. “He wants chaos, but we will not let him have his way. All of you here are the backbone of the hybrid race. If you remain vigilant, you will surely be able to restrain him. As for me… if I die in the battle against Odin, please take my place.”

Frost closed his eyes.

Then he heard the sound of one school board member after another standing up, followed by thunderous applause.

Lost.

Everyone present saw the shadow of Angers in Lu Mingfei. With his abilities and temperament, given time, he could very well become another figure who would shine in the history of the Secret Service, like Menek Cassel, Lu Shanyan, 'Chief' Brendan, 'Tiger' Jamal, 'Gravedigger' Gambet, 'Silver Wing' Charlotte, and 'Iron Cross' Mayek.

He was the first Lionheart heir chosen by Angers.

Frost was the last to stand up. He was silent for a moment, then announced in a deep voice an issue raised by the Gattuso family: whether to detain and control S-class student Lu Mingfei.

With three abstentions and two votes against, the special meeting of the Board of Trustees concluded.

Chapter 102 Information on the Awakening of the Ancient Dragon (Part 2)

The dedicated parking lot was almost full. There was a Lamborghini, a vintage Jaguar, and an AMG-modified Mercedes. Surprisingly, along with these luxury cars, there was also an orange mountain bike that occupied an entire parking space.

Now, the luxury cars drove out of the hotel gate one by one, with the last one being the mountain bike. The rider pedaled hard, wiggling his hips, and drove past Lu Mingfei and Angers, waving goodbye to the two.

As a silver Rolls-Royce passed by, the window rolled down, and Duchess Laurent invited the two to get in, but they politely declined.

The Splendid Hotel closed its doors behind everyone, leaving only Lu Mingfei and Angers on the road. They were still dressed as they had on their first day here, slowly making their way down the mountain along the winding mountain road that runs through the town.

Angers glanced at his phone. "Norma has been authorized. The priority of the 'Shadow of Gungnir' project has been raised to 'SS' level. Now, even the school board's black card cannot directly access your files. All electronic archives have been destroyed. The paper mission details and the list of the three of you can only be accessed from the deepest part of the database if both my and the vice principal's black cards are present, along with the confirmation of the authorization letter."

"SS" level files are accessible only to members of the Board of Trustees. These are all paper files, and Norma has no backups. These documents are sealed in a top-secret archive within Watt Alheim, with the keys held by the Principal and the Board of Trustees. The eccentric guards in the Equipment Department cannot access the files, and even for the Principal and Board of Trustees, access is difficult, as Watt Alheim is rarely open to outsiders; even Board members may be refused entry.

After deliberation by the Board of Trustees, "The Shadow of Gungnir" is considered a special existence even among SS-level missions, so the requirement for accessing it has been raised to the same level as the requirement for activating the War Personality of the Academy Secretary Norma.

“You handled it very well.” Angers noticed that Lu Mingfei seemed a little lost in thought and assumed he was still thinking about what had just happened. He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. “If a real fight had broken out, it would have been difficult to handle.”

“I would be more relieved if they actually took action,” Lu Mingfei said, his brow furrowing slightly. “But just as you said, they don’t have enough resolve.”

“Those who wield power are accustomed to standing in higher places. Even in the face of a war, they remain on the mountaintop, looking down from above. On the battlefield, people die like ants, trampling each other in the process. They feel no pain because they are too far away. Their nerves have become dulled, their minds filled with too much power and wealth, causing them to hesitate at crucial moments.” Angers lit a cigar, his eyes resolute yet cold. “But we cannot hesitate. We are on that battlefield, and every second people die. What we see are faces of pain and despair. We step over the blood of our comrades, cross their broken bodies, and have no time to mourn, because death is ever-present.”

“However, they should be enough to cause Odin some trouble.” Lu Mingfei received a message, glanced at it briefly, and then put away his phone. “They could even be said to be effective immediately.”

……

The central control room houses a team that is on duty at all times, monitoring information from around the world.

The young people in the executive department kept refreshing a website: Hunter Market.

The college has maintained constant monitoring of this website.

Suddenly, a bolded title appeared at the top of the forum. Judging from the posting time, it was only a few minutes old, but it had an astonishing seventy replies—a feat typically achieved only by extremely popular posts on this forum.

The young man glanced at the post and trembled. He didn't even have the courage to open it and look at the content; he instinctively pressed "F5" to refresh.

In just over ten seconds, the number of replies exceeded one hundred.

The website suddenly slowed down. Undoubtedly, this information was flowing at an astonishing speed through fiber optics to all parts of the world, and countless users were opening this post on their computers. The massive concurrent access slowed down the server.

This terrifying post will be a nuclear explosion for the entire hybrid race.

Meanwhile, the school board members who had not yet left Portofino received reports from their family's intelligence network.

Charlotte picked up the car phone, and the usually composed voice of the family strategist, slightly trembling, came through the receiver: "Master, the latest bounty on the Hunter Market: a dragon named Fenrisulfr has awakened in Beijing, China. We are recruiting hunters to kill him. The bounty is one hundred million US dollars!"

This is truly a nuclear bomb, an information nuclear bomb. Someone has put this kind of information on a public website like the Hunter Market, and the secrets of the dragon race, which the hybrids have guarded for thousands of years, are about to be leaked.

Those who frequent that website are definitely not just mixed-race individuals.

“Okay, I understand,” Charlotte said calmly. “Kassel College will control the spread of information and handle related hot news. Send a few executors with good family bloodlines to Beijing.”

"Uh... okay."

"Is there anything else?" Charlotte asked.

"That's all." The family strategist was also a member of a collateral branch of the Gao Tinggen family, and was considered an elder who had witnessed Charlotte's growth.

After hanging up the phone, he was still a little confused, wondering why his young lady had become so calm and collected after attending a meeting, as if the awakening of an ancient dragon was nothing to be surprised about.

This is a good thing, but he always felt a sense of unease, as if the young lady was being forced to grow up too fast in places unseen by others.

Charlotte put the car phone back in its place and looked out the window at the coastal highway scenery. Her eyes were melancholy. She wasn't calm, but rather somewhat numb. Knowing that there was an alchemy king in the world who had already killed two dragon kings and was secretly plotting something, the shock and sense of crisis from the awakening of an ancient dragon were no longer enough to evoke any greater emotions.

……

The board members are worldly-wise and remained calm and composed when Gu Long awoke and the news leaked. However, others in the mixed-race world could not be so relaxed. The current unexpected events have kept countless people up all night and working overtime like crazy.

The executive branch tripled its manpower to guard the central control room, monitoring developments worldwide 24/7 to promptly address any potential disturbances or leaks. Headquarters' reconnaissance teams were being formed immediately, and local branches had deployed all available specialists to monitor any suspicious activity.

Schneider had just signed a limited cooperation agreement with the Chinese mixed-race family when he immediately received a report from the New York branch that a group of low-blooded mixed-race individuals were spreading rumors on the streets of New York that the end of the world was coming and selling homemade "indulgences" to ordinary people and wild mixed-race individuals.

"Suppress them, brainwash them, and lock them up if necessary," Schneider coldly sent the order through Norma. "Isn't the local police chief about to retire? Find a way to treat it as a gang shootout."

He had just hung up the phone when he heard Manstein yell, "Norma... give me more computing power, attack the website server directly, delete all those hundreds of accounts, what about the Fingel group?"

A hand was raised in the bustling crowd, shouting, "Here! Here!"

"The online trolls are here! The online trolls are here!"

Suddenly, a huge sound wave struck, the ground shook violently, and the lights went out and then came back on.

Manstein fell to the ground, rolling around a few times in a sorry state. Schneider, struggling to regain his balance, rushed to the window and looked outside. In the pitch-black night, a dark blue flame shot straight into the sky. That was the direction of the "Ice Cellar," the warehouse storing alchemical equipment—the things hidden there could destroy humanity several times over!

"Guderian, sound the alarm!" Schneider roared hoarsely.

Still disoriented from the explosion, Guderian rushed to the center console in a panic, grabbed a hammer, and was about to smash the glass.

Below the glass is a red wrench for the school-wide alarm.

"Notification received from the Equipment Department." Norma's voice rang out in the broadcast system, followed by a recording, "It's just a normal experiment, a small open flame. Everything is under control, no need to make a fuss. You can't get through by phone, so I'm just giving you a temporary notification. The Equipment Department is conducting an experiment in the ice cellar tonight."

That was the voice of the spokesperson for the Equipment Department. The group of weapon fanatics in the Equipment Department rarely showed up, and all communication was entrusted to this unreliable spokesperson.

His tone was nonchalant, and there were faint explosions in the background.

"Damn it!" Schneider cursed under his breath, utterly exhausted.

Too many emergencies happened tonight; the control center's phones were ringing off the hook, so of course the equipment department couldn't get through. The principal ordered the equipment department today to accelerate the development of a refined sulfur bomb, which inevitably loosened the restrictions on these lunatics.

The door to the central control room was pushed open, and a boy wearing an executive department trench coat squeezed through the chaotic crowd and came to Schneider.

"Chu Zihang, are you ready to go?" Schneider looked at the stern-faced junior and felt that something was finally going smoothly today. "Norma should have sent you the list of team members. You are the team leader, and you are in charge of keeping this weapon."

Schneider took out a black briefcase that he had prepared beforehand, opened it, and showed it to Chu Zihang.

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Chu Zihang had already taken advanced alchemy and chemistry courses, and he recognized the object embedded in the bullet at a glance.

"The one recovered from the Panhandle incident is now yours to use." Schneider handed the box to Chu Zihang without saying anything more.