C-level hybrid forced to slay a dragon

"I'm so awesome!"

Chapter Forty: The Shadow of the New York Dragon

"How beautiful and magnificent such an explosion was!"

Manstein's blood pressure rose again as he looked at the Arabs wearing gas masks and chanting "Ode to Explosions."

Yesterday was peaceful; Caesar was dealing with final exams, there were no large student activities, no major disciplinary issues, and no stolen alchemical items. Then, suddenly, Norma alerted: a suspected thermobaric bomb attack has been detected in the vicinity of the school.

Wherever there's trouble, there's Manstein. From massive transactions in the global crude oil futures market to a chuunibyou student cosplaying as Kamen Rider in Vice City to respond to a police call, he has to polish his bald head and throw himself into the battle wholeheartedly.

Upon seeing the explosion site, the German nearly had a heart attack: Albert's Alchemy Workshop testing grounds. That bastard Luo Yin ruined my future; I'm one step further away from a tenured professorship.

Look at what this guy is saying: "A normal alchemical bomb experiment," "Nothing special except for the slightly higher temperature." Considering Luo Yin's recent request for dragon bones, even Guderian could tell something's off about you!

It's not surprising that the board's henchmen are questioning the incident, but what is surprising is that the lunatics in the equipment department are all in support of Luo Yin! These lunatics are muttering things like "son of explosions," "god of explosions," and "the art of darkness and destruction," remaining silent about the information they know, only saying that Luo Yin has developed a rather excellent alchemical bomb, which is currently still being tested.

Even the caveman astronaut Abdullah personally appeared to cover up the truth. Only the equipment department vaguely guessed that the horrific explosion and hellish scene were not caused by bombs, but by that expressionless young man.

In the minds of the equipment department's fanatics, Chu Zihang had become synonymous with explosion, the ultimate art of explosion. Legend has it that if you make a statue of Chu Zihang and worship it three times a day, you will receive the blessing of the god of explosion and be able to make any bomb with unparalleled success.

Protecting Luo Yin means protecting Chu Zihang.

Such support came at a price. Luo Yin agreed to lend the "Son of Explosions" to the Equipment Department for a period of time, allowing them to use it as many times as they wanted.

But the man who killed the idiot was always one to repay kindness, so he resolutely risked his life to accompany the madman. This man sitting upright in the basement was like a prophet from a primitive tribe; he politely refused the hamburgers, fried chicken, and cola offered by the primitives.

Chu Zihang didn't quite understand the way these people thought, but they were quite easy to get along with. If you threw a few fireballs, they would flock around you; if you released a pillar of fire, they would cheer; if you demonstrated the Leo Kick, they would sing and dance.

When the sun rose again in Watt Alheim, Chu Zihang became the god of the Equipment Department.

A week later, when Luo Yin arrived at the equipment department, he thought he had stumbled into some strange religious group. The bomb fanatics stood in neat rows, lighting small dragon breaths to send off their god of explosion.

Meanwhile, the development of the "Samaritans" was causing Luo Yin some distress. After coming into contact with the Han Gao family's influence, the Samaritans grew rapidly and their strength increased dramatically, but their purity dropped drastically.

He even recruited a few mixed-race individuals with decent bloodlines, but Luo Yin could only regard them all as Han Gao's traitors.

Aside from the troubles with mixed-race individuals, there were countless problems with ordinary gangs as well. Russians, Mexicans, African Americans, Black Americans, Latinos, Japanese... the daily management affairs were incredibly complex. If it weren't for the physical advantages of being mixed-race, Luo Yin estimated that he would have died young.

The only good news is that at the end of July, Luo Yin managed to get a batch of Deadpools, which he imported from Japan at a high price. Does Japan produce Deadpools in abundance?

The new batch of seven Deadpool puppets, to avoid bad luck, were named Gin No. 2 through Gin No. 8 by Luo Yin. He wanted to establish a distillery where only Gin existed.

At 3A Workshop, Olivia had always been a good employee, with outstanding research and learning abilities, but she was a bit clumsy when it came to business. She managed to miss such a large discrepancy in goods and accounts for over six months...

In a corner where sunlight cannot reach, an unknown nobody is gathering his strength, like a raging dragon lurking beneath an icy sea.

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In City X, Lu Mingfei had been staying in an internet cafe for three days. His uncle, aunt, and cousin went on a trip to a large temple to burn incense and pray, while he stayed behind, indulging in a life of pleasure and dissipation.

He's about to start his second year of high school, but who is he? He's the world's number one loser, the king of slacking off, an automatic吐槽 machine, and a ghost bound to internet cafes.

He could play StarCraft until the end of the world. His two biggest regrets are the loneliness of being invincible in StarCraft and not having yet held Chen Wenwen's hand.

Bored out of his mind, Lu Mingfei even considered playing StarCraft with his feet, hoping to create a new legend in the internet cafe. He casually created a new account, Big Head Bear 007, and was quickly matched with an opponent named "Han Li." Chinese or Korean?

Let's test the waters with two fingers for the first game; it's likely to be a low-skill match.

Three minutes later...

This isn't some weakling; this is an invertebrate. They could type better by just rolling their face across the keyboard. Their typing skill is truly exceptional.

Lu Mingfei ended the game feeling utterly frustrated and completely unsatisfied.

Unexpectedly, this noob immediately sent a challenge to another match. He's really bad at the game but has a huge addiction to it.

He was bored anyway, so coaching a couple of newbies wouldn't hurt. This kind of game turned StarCraft into a Harvest Moon game, and Lu Mingfei realized that what he needed wasn't a nutritional drink, but a cup of goji berry water.

Han Li is unique among countless noobs. He keeps fighting despite repeated defeats and never curses even when he's getting crushed. He even greets people politely at the beginning and end of each game, making Lu Mingfei a little embarrassed to laugh at him.

After losing twenty consecutive games, Han Li made a promise to him to play again the next day, and repeatedly thanked Big Head Bear for his guidance. To be honest, Lu Mingfei felt a little smug. Watching this diligent and inquisitive newcomer grow step by step through setbacks gave him a sense of satisfaction, much like a seasoned veteran guiding an ignorant youth.

"Boss, another 6 hours, and a bottle of Nutritional Express!"

In New York's Chinatown, at Li's Antique Shop, Han Li reluctantly shut down his computer. Big Head Bear was such a good person; even though he played so badly, he was still willing to spend so much time with him.

The owner of Li's Antique Shop is named Li Lei, and his wife is named Han Meimei. Very Chinese names, but Li Lei is actually of mixed Henan and Dutch descent, while Han Meimei is French. They separated more than ten years ago.

Li Lei opened this antique shop in Chinatown when he was in his forties. According to him, his family ancestors for eighteen generations were genuine tomb raiders, and his family was even related to Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie. In reality, 99% of the items in his shop were ridiculously fake souvenirs, mainly bronzes and Han and Tang dynasty swords. But with his exceptionally persuasive tongue, he could exaggerate the authenticity of these fakes, and over the years, he still managed to make a considerable profit after paying protection money.

Six years ago, Li Lei was strolling on Manhattan Beach, dressed in a suit and tie with a deep expression, his mind filled with thoughts of hooking up with a rich guy and starting a second spring in his life.

On that dark beach, a person suddenly rushed up, pale-faced and thin. The sea breeze suddenly became fierce, the waves surged, and a deafening roar like a dragon's cry echoed in the distance, sending shivers down the spines of the tourists.

As people get older, their minds sometimes become clouded. Seeing the young man's Asian face and his near-death state, Li Lei impulsively rescued him and took him back to the antique shop. This young man was Han Li.

The boy had no ID, no memory, was physically weak, and had a leg disability. Li Lei wanted to slap himself; this was definitely a stowaway who had been scammed by smugglers and somehow ended up on Manhattan Beach. But he couldn't bring himself to take the boy to the immigration office.

He named the boy Han Li, taking his ex-wife's surname. He got him a cheap fake ID and had him work at the shop. He took him to the hospital for a checkup, but the doctor said there was no way to cure his amnesia, disability, and autism. It was like picking up a huge burden.

Han Li had been a burden to him for four years, until the "miracle" happened.

Li Lei had learned some methods of aging antiques in his early years, but his techniques were too crude and could only fool those under ten or over eighty years old. One day, he suddenly had a brilliant idea: why not let Han Li try it out?

Unexpectedly, the young man's hands seemed to possess magic. Without any apparent effort, he simply made a few marks and applied some substances, completely transforming the counterfeit's appearance. What was mass-produced in the factory, with Han Li's slight modifications, looked like an artifact from thousands of years ago, ancient and grand.

This isn't just artificial aging; it's like Qin Shi Huang himself was resurrected and personally blessed the antiques.

With this unique skill, Li's Antique Shop quickly became wealthy by selling counterfeit items that "look more like antiques than real antiques."

Over the years, though Li Lei didn't say it aloud, he had always been very worried about Han Li's almost complete lack of interaction with others. After much thought, he bought him a computer, downloaded social media apps and a few games, hoping that Han Li might be able to communicate with people online.

After his joyful twenty-game losing streak came to an end, Han Li closed the shop door, boarded the bus, and gazed at the bustling crowd outside the window.

What kind of person is Big Head Bear? Probably a strong yet gentle person.

As dusk fell, Han Li walked alone on the Brooklyn Bridge, her steps faltering.

He liked quiet and the smell of metal. The howling sea breeze on the bridge made him feel as if a friend was by his side.

He knew he wasn't autistic; he just had difficulty finding friends to talk to. This feeling... was probably called loneliness. Perhaps Big Head Bear would become his first friend?

Han Li often wonders how he ended up on Manhattan Beach, what kind of person he was before, whether he had parents or siblings, and how he acquired his antique-handling skills... There are too many questions and too few answers.

Leaning on the railing, the sea breeze ruffled the hem of his white shirt. He might have truly forgotten something very important.

In the deep water beneath the bridge, a massive shadow, over twenty meters long, moved slowly with the boy's footsteps. The hundreds of meters of water were devoid of any fish. Dark blue scales silently sliced ​​through the flowing water, without disturbing a ripple; the imposing iron face, encased in layers of scales, resembled that of an aged warrior.

Some of his kind might call him a noble descendant, but in his heart, he had always been a loyal and humble servant for thousands of years.

Samson, a dragon servant, possessed a majestic dragon body comparable to that of a monarch. He silently guarded the twins who slept on the throne until that great soul awoke once more, raised the battle flag, and led the outcasts back to their homeland.

Chapter 41 It's Back-to-School Season Again

Throughout August, the world was at peace and calm, but Luo Yin was furious. He had created a 2.0 version of Chu Zihang, but had no use for him; he had been wasting the entire effort of the execution department.

The first-year specialist effortlessly mowed down enemies in various high-difficulty missions, his Five Fireballs skill proving invincible. Chu Zihang quickly became a formal A-level specialist in the Execution Department, explaining that it was due to his strong control over his Word of Power, while "Eternal Flame" was always disguised as ordinary protective gear and never revealed.

Chu Zihang knew the terrifying value contained within "Eternal Flame," and Flamel was even more determined to keep it a secret. He didn't know how Luo Yin had managed it. Alchemical items like Word Spirit Armaments, which greatly enhance specific Word Spirits, are generally designed only for one's own Word Spirit; this kid had actually broken through that limitation.

As for His Majesty Caesar, he is still unaware that his "blacksmith" is causing trouble outside, seriously aiding the enemy. Under immense pressure from Chu Zihang and the new Lionheart Society, Caesar abandoned his sailing and travel plans, spending his vacation traveling the world on missions.

With the help of Luo Yin's specially made new alchemical bullet and the modified Desert Eagle, combined with the Kamaitachi's super hearing, the student council president successfully caught up with the explosion maniac.

As for a certain C-level student... what good is a C-level student? They can only make a living by tinkering with some exquisite and small (extremely powerful) handicrafts (controlled alchemical items) at school.

Actively participate in social practice during your spare time (managing a mixed-race gang), bring warmth to foreign friends (Samaritan wishes you good health), help middle-aged unemployed people find new jobs (commanding mass-produced Gin to raid various gangs)...

The mysterious Samaria has become legendary in Illinois, described as "immortal" and "omnipresent." This is all thanks to Diablo's heroic sacrifice and the communication network he established using serpents.

The advanced version of "Swarm of Snakes" consists of 13 snakes per group: one at level 3, three at level 2, and nine at level 1. The sole level 4 leader is held by Luo Yin. When the swarm is activated, lower-level snakes can only communicate with each other and passively accept commands from their superiors; moreover, superiors can see the employees' field of vision.

Alchemy item transactions are conducted solely through a network of serpents, with complete information sharing and direct communication. No traitors, no slacking off. (This is a classic capitalist approach.)

All of this was to evade the academy's surveillance. Luo Yin's feelings towards Kassel were complex; he loved the knowledge there, cherished his companions, and at the same time, revered its power.

This hybrid academy hides far too much. The students enjoy their youth in an ivory tower, but this ivory tower is like the giant horn of Leviathan. Luo Yin is an ambitious man, and he never denies it. And the little monster must remain constantly vigilant as it grows alongside the great monster.

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At the end of August, Luo Yin squatted in the same spot as a year ago, at the large fountain in front of Valhalla. Fingel was still beside him.

He licked his popsicle, watching the Beijing Olympics broadcast on his phone. It was wonderful. New students were starting to arrive in droves these past few days, and he was checking each one to see if they possessed any useful "words of power."

"Senior Fen, why are you still here? Didn't you get a perfect score in the war practice course?"

"They're all gone, all of them are gone."

Tsk tsk.

"Were they relegated?"

"No, it's still E."

"What a pity. If you had been downgraded to F level, the two of us could have formed a CF team and wouldn't have needed Ye Sheng to play with us."

Fingel: ......

Luo Yin suddenly had another flash of inspiration.

"Let me give you another idea, a reverse approach. If you can't get promoted, you can relegate. Relegate all the way down to S rank, and we'll be a CS duo..."

Fingel shoved an old popsicle into Luo Yin's mouth, so you should shut up.

The German loser looked somewhat lonely; he hadn't met the person he was waiting for again this year. He could only look at his pretty junior sister to pass the time.

One person is disappointed, while the other is overjoyed.

A Chinese girl walked into the school gate. She was wearing a white Hanfu-style dress and pulling an oversized blue suitcase.

The girl wore square-rimmed black glasses, had a tall figure, slender, fair arms and fingers, and her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows looked somewhat uneasy.

She stood there somewhat bewildered; there were so many people, and English signs were everywhere on campus...

Susie

Bloodline: B+ (Awakening in progress)

Attribute: Earth

Word of Power: Sword Control

Word of Power Effect: Magnetizes a certain mass of metal within a small area, allowing manipulation through thought.