C-level hybrid forced to slay a dragon

But here, you can find many things you're looking for. Rejecting Kassel means closing half the door to the world.

Also, junior brother, don't forget the grief you just felt; it was real. Don't let those who believe in you die.

Do not let your guard down when the sea is calm, and do not hesitate or waver when the tide comes in.

Luo Yin hung up the phone, feeling utterly exhausted. There were so many problem children. He, Master Luo, was only 20 years old, yet he was bearing a burden far too heavy for his age.

He still has to go out to buy groceries later. His parents insist on coming to Tokyo to spend the Lunar New Year with him this year, and he expects the two of them to argue again.

Chapter Thirty: Exclusive Commands

The atmosphere of the Lunar New Year in Tokyo was much stronger than Luo Yin had expected, and there were quite a few Chinese tourists like Luo's parents who came to celebrate the New Year.

The commercial street was decorated with many red lanterns and paper-cuts. Many restaurants temporarily put up signs for Chinese cuisine, and the chefs had learned to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and braised pork on the spot.

Time flies, and almost two years have passed since his initial bloodline awakening and acquisition of the system. Luo Yin has finally gained a foothold in the world of hybrids. The Samaritan forces, various alchemical items, and the crucial path to godhood have given him leverage in the game.

He originally planned to work overtime during the Spring Festival, but no matter how important the matter was, he couldn't abandon his parents.

Luo Yin waved to the driver and sat in the passenger seat. This was the Ghost Group using a company vehicle for private purposes.

Liu Baifei and Luo Kedi had been in an awkward silence in the back seat until their son got in the car, at which point the situation improved a little.

Damn, there's still blood under the seat. What kind of newbie is so careless? Luo Yin made up an internship story to his parents, discreetly wiping away the traces with a tissue.

Currently, only a few people in the Japanese branch, such as Genjiro, and a small number of elite members of the Ghost Knights know that he is the surgeon who performed the Pandora operation. On the surface, he is still an ordinary exchange student, while Tamaki is the special envoy of Samaria.

This situation must continue, otherwise his parents will be in danger. He can't gamble on the Secret Service's bottom line.

Luo Yin made a reservation at a kaiseki restaurant in Ginza. It was an unnamed restaurant, and the head chef was a retired chef recruited by the Hebihachi family from Michelin-starred restaurants in Kanagawa, Reihoro, and Ginza.

The small restaurant has an all-wood structure, decorated simply with patiently polished black stone. Spring water flows quietly through the central channel of the restaurant, and the ripples of the pond reflect the soft twilight.

Luo Yin said he had made a reservation at a small restaurant in Tokyo, and the two readily agreed.

Liu Baifei was quite satisfied with the environment, while Luo Kedi enjoyed his sake with the hearty spirit of a street food stall. The food was good, the presentation was nice, but the portions were too small and the salt was too bland. A fair assessment.

Ye Sheng had originally planned to accompany Ya Ji back for a while, but the academy temporarily assigned them an important task.

Susie stayed at the academy, still busy during the holidays. Boss Luo maintained an ambiguous relationship with the diligent female employee, and on New Year's Eve, he sent Susie several fine swords. The styles and functions of the swords were becoming increasingly diverse; at this rate, they could eventually open their own independent sword museum.

As for Caesar and Fingel, they don't celebrate the Spring Festival. But Fingel wants to eat dumplings.

Chu Zihang returned to X City and ran into Xia Mi, who was also returning home. Naturally, they went out for a few days. His junior sister was planning which date spots to go to, but the expressionless man chose to go to a bookstore and a dessert shop together.

But Xia Mi didn't spend New Year's Eve with him; New Year's Eve is for spending with family. The girl went against the flow of people during the Spring Festival travel rush back to Beijing, back to that old home.

The subway was covered in dust and hadn't been running in a long time. The girl walked into a deep cave, jumped onto a pile of iron slag, and leaned against a huge, rough, rock-like scale.

The majestic, mountain-like creature stared with its large, golden eyes, watching a nonsensical comedy movie on the small television with its "sister." The girl laughed, and it roared back, sending metal filings flying.

When the TV sound malfunctioned, they would have the retired dealer provide the audio. He had nine heads, so it was a piece of cake.

That bastard did it, causing the dealer, this expensive toy, to become a bit mentally challenged after repairs.

"Fenrir, we're moving."

The dragon seemed reluctant to part with her, and licked the girl with its python-like tongue.

The girl embraced the dragon's body. She ultimately couldn't bring herself to kill Chu Zihang; she couldn't explain why—was it out of pity? That bastard Luo Yin was holed up in Japan, making it inconvenient for her to act.

The secret service had taken notice of this place because of the two reports, and was deploying more and more manpower there. She, however, was not prepared and lacked the strength to face the approaching twilight.

"Fenrir, I will not eat you."

The old subway has been restarted, its bright white gas lamps flickering. It is the heart of Nibelungen, and it will carry its people and this dead world to new lands.

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March. Luo Yin finally got his next chance to analyze the system.

The most powerful and most incredible word of power he had ever seen was Judgment.

After a week of analysis, Luo Yin finally saw the true face of the trial.

The dragon runes are presented in pure black, and their structure is several times more complex than that of the Lord Flame.

The trial is an inverted tree structure with three main branches, and the root is the only deep red dragon pattern.

"Weakening, destruction, disintegration..."

He couldn't understand the final crimson dragon rune. Even if it was a dragon rune he'd never seen before, he should at least be able to guess its general meaning.

The decaying branch weakens and decays all life, including conceptual life. Life begins to decline, metals age and rust rapidly, and the power of words begins to wane.

Destruction is cutting, disease, all suffering... Unforgivable life is pushed toward death by cruel laws.

The final collapse completely destroys and eliminates the forms of life and matter, transforming them into inanimate objects, or even nothingness. Flames turn into icicles, and songs into silence.

It's practically a death-like power of words. The fact that such power appeared in that girl's hands is a stroke of luck for the entire world.

Each branch of the trial may be part of an unrecorded higher-level Word of Power. Only when the most extreme and cruel forces are combined in one body can this Word of Power, which sows death, be formed.

Luo Yin frowned as he looked at the final deep red dragon rune, a part he couldn't understand.

He casually copied the dragon script onto the bronze. There was no effect whatsoever; not a trace of spirit was born. He couldn't use the key structure that unified the three branches.

[Exclusive Commands]

He had a hunch. Dragon runes were like the code used by dragons to "manipulate" matter with their minds; most dragonborn only knew a part of the code.

Alchemists, these outcasts, steal a small portion of power that doesn't belong to them, and Luo Yin is one of the best among them.

But if he were the developer of code like Dragon Language, Luo Yin felt he would definitely keep something to himself. Like a backdoor a game developer leaves for themselves.

This code should also include some administrators, such as the White King and the Four Sovereigns. These sovereigns are endowed with unique incantations, such as Shiva's Dance of Karma, Candle Dragon, and Return to Nothingness.

The dragon language that constitutes these incantations may contain peculiar restrictions, "exclusive commands," that can only be used by specific bloodlines. In other words, privilege wards.

Hybrids shouldn't possess such power, yet the White King's lineage has broken through this limitation. Erii has mastered "Judgment," a Word of Power at least at the next-generation level, a power stolen from the Holy Remains.

And what about the designer himself? He must be even more outrageous; it's not impossible that he might have included some cheat code.

"If that's the case, the true dragon masters might not even need to use dragon language to unleash their incantations; they have their own exclusive incantations and dragon script. If it were me, I'd definitely use Chinese; Chinese is so convenient..."

Luo Yin stopped his random thoughts and began another day of intense work. Even if the trial were divided into three parts, he still had countless inspirations.

Chapter Thirty-One: Beowulf

The clear, melodious sound of a bell.

“Frost, please don’t downplay the issue. We’re not here to hear the Gattuso family’s excuses.”

Elisabeth Laurent, a young school board member and a strong supporter of Angers, bluntly questioned the statements made by the Gattuso family's representative.

The situation at the Japanese branch is extremely dire. Numerous Deadpool incidents, Princess Kaguya, and suspected signs of defection have occurred. Despite such a serious incident, the Gattuso-led expedition has done virtually nothing.

They only brought back an agreement signed by Genjiro, the contents of which were similar to those signed with Tachibana Masamune many years ago. It roughly stated that the branch would consistently respect the headquarters' management and strictly adhere to the headquarters' regulations.

It's like someone's head has already been half-cuckolded, the perpetrator says they're quitting, and the victim immediately forgives them. Everything goes back to normal.

“The branch is not Gattuso’s backyard; you have no right to make such an irresponsible decision.”

Frost himself wasn't sure either. On the surface, he was the acting school board member and the head of the Gattuso family, but only he knew the bitterness in his heart.

The core secrets of the Gattuso family are all in the hands of the Senate, and those old fogies would rather believe Pompey, that stallion, than tell him even a small part of it.

He didn't know why the Japanese branch was left unattended. But as the family's representative, Frost had to step in and take the blame when it mattered most.

"Angers, first explain what this S-rank is all about. Why did you send branch specialists and elite trainees to risk their lives to protect him? Did you give the order?"

Let's change the subject first.

"He is indeed our S-rank. Lu Mingfei, son of two S-ranks, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini. He is scheduled to enroll this year and is a promising young man for the Secret Party."

Regarding the issue of the protection mission, Minister Schneider will explain.

"That wasn't an order from the academy." A chilling voice replied.

"That was Norma's judgment based on her own programming. She temporarily mobilized all personnel to protect S-class personnel."

Frost rang the bell. "You mean Norma judged that boy to be more important than all the other tasks combined? Who gave that order, are you kidding me?"

And then there's Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini, both S-rank individuals with absolutely no records in the Execution Department except for their names and ranks. Angers, what are you hiding from us?

“Confidential, Frost. All confidential.” Angers shrugged.

Frost's blood pressure was gradually rising; an elderly school board member was turning his rosary beads, while another middle-aged school board member was almost asleep.

Just as the meeting was about to turn into another farce, a bell rang in the corner of the conference room.

There was another person in the meeting room the whole time.

He was like a rock, quietly sitting in the corner. But when he opened his blood-red golden eyes, it was as if an ancient dragon had awakened in the conference room.

“Welcome, my old friend, Beowulf.” Angers clapped his hands.

The robust old man toned down his imposing manner and took his seat at the conference table.

Beowulf, that name is truly legendary. Even Frost had to pay him the highest respect.

He and his fellow Secret Society elders were the opposition in Angers. They disapproved of the weak "Academy" model, insisting instead on the most rigorous and brutal training methods. Some of the techniques preserved by the Beowulf family were far darker than the Lionheart's "Blood Burst."

“No matter how the Secret Service evolves, it will never become weak.” Beowulf’s voice sounded like the friction of rock and steel, rough and menacing.

“The Gattuso family has crossed the line. Your actions have damaged the reputation of the Peruvian Party.”

This generation of Beowulf will form an expedition with the young elites of the Secret Service to visit the branch. This is the decision of the elders.

What we need is a ruthless army to sweep away the branch's forces, just like decades ago. Not some damned negotiation.

Legend has it that Beowulf fought sea monsters, sirens, and dragons. Each generation of Beowulf is a hero wielding heavy alchemical weapons, hunting dragons to the ends of the earth. They never negotiate with their enemies, but rather plow through them with their swords.

Kassel College is merely an outpost and talent pool for the Secret Party. The true strength lies in the hidden forces, such as the decapitation squads and even darker entities like the "Immortals."

The elders had noticed the branch's situation spiraling out of control, as well as some bizarre occurrences within the academy. They decided to intervene themselves and stop the branch's antics.

“Angers will also go to the branch if necessary.”

Beowulf tapped the table lightly, his hard knuckles like a hammer. He stood up abruptly and walked out of the conference room.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat awkward. Angers, still with his old rogue demeanor, said, "Meeting adjourned, meeting adjourned. What are you all standing there for?"

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