Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

A few minutes later, the four of them sat in a circle. In the middle were several boxes of self-heating hot pot that had just been opened.

"Come on, don't be shy, help yourself!" Fingel warmly invited, skillfully tearing open a box of spicy beef tallow hot pot, taking out the heating pack, adding water, then putting in the ingredient packet, and closing the lid. His movements were fluid and efficient, clearly showing he'd done this kind of thing many times before.

Horus and Guilliman exchanged a glance and then followed suit.

Lin Xia chose a self-heating hot pot with tomato and beef brisket, which had a relatively mild flavor.

Soon, the steam generated by the heating pack hissed out of the vent on the lid, and a rich aroma filled the air.

Fingel's box of spicy beef tallow hot pot, with its bubbling red oil and the extremely strong aroma of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, makes your scalp tingle and your mouth water just by smelling it, but at the same time, you can't help but feel your stomach starting to cramp.

Chapter 192 Self-Heating Pot

"Wow, it smells so good!" Fingel took a deep breath, then eagerly lifted the lid.

Suddenly, an even more intense spicy and savory aroma exploded like a bomb, and the bright red broth bubbled and simmered with beef, vegetables, and glass noodles.

He picked up the complimentary fork, scooped up a mouthful of wide rice noodles coated in chili oil, and stuffed it into his mouth without even blowing on it.

"Hiss, that's awesome! This is the perfect flavor!" He gasped from the heat, but looked completely satisfied, his lips visibly swelling and turning red.

Horus and Guilliman also opened their boxes, and they chose braised chicken and sauerkraut fish.

Lin Xia carefully lifted the lid of her tomato pot, and the sweet and sour aroma made her relax a little. She took a small bite of a soft, stewed tomato, and it tasted pretty good.

Then, her gaze was drawn to Fingel's bright red hot pot.

The bubbling red oil, the tempting color.

"Brother Fingel, is that thing in your hand tasty?" she asked softly.

"Delicious! Absolutely amazing!" Fingel said, his mouth bulging, his words muffled. "Come on, junior sister, have a taste!"

As he spoke, he very "enthusiastically" used the fork he had used to spear a large piece of beef covered in chili seeds from his pot and was about to put it into Lin Xia's lunchbox.

"No, no, no! Thank you, senior brother! I'll eat this!" Lin Xia hurriedly waved her hand, protecting her tomato pot.

"Oh, don't be shy! Hot pot is only truly satisfying when it's spicy!" Fingel said without waiting for a reply, forcefully placing the savory slice of beef on the edge of Lin Xia's lunchbox, the red oil immediately staining her clear tomato soup.

Looking at the piece of beef that exuded a deadly allure, Lin Xia hesitated for a moment.

It really smelled really good, so she thought, it shouldn't be a problem to just take a small bite, right?

So she carefully picked up the piece of beef with her chopsticks, blew on it, and then took a small bite.

next second.

"!!!"

An indescribable, volcanic-eruption-like burning sensation exploded from the tip of her tongue, then burned down her mouth and esophagus. The extreme spiciness felt like countless fine needles frantically stimulating her taste buds and nerves.

"Cough cough cough! Water! Water!" Lin Xia's tears and snot instantly streamed down her face, her little face turned bright red, and she kept fanning herself with her hands. She grabbed the bottle of water next to her and gulped it down, but she drank too fast and choked and coughed, looking extremely disheveled.

"Hahaha!" Fingel laughed heartily, chuckling mischievously, "How's it going, Junior Sister? Feeling great? Don't you feel completely refreshed? Tears are streaming down your face, and snot bubbles are even coming out!"

Lin Xia was so spicy she couldn't speak, and could only glare at him fiercely with teary eyes, her gaze wishing she could throw him and his devilish hotpot into the abyss.

Horus silently handed over his water. Looking at Lin Xia's miserable state, and then at the few red chilies floating in his own sauerkraut fish pot, Gilman silently picked them out.

After Fingel finished laughing, he wiped away the tears that had come out of his eyes and rummaged through the pile of spoils, pulling out a carton of milk and handing it to Lin Xia.

"Here, drink this to relieve the spiciness, it's more effective than water. You should have said you couldn't handle spicy food earlier, I wouldn't have laughed at you, hahaha," he said, unable to stop laughing as he spoke.

Lin Xia snatched the milk and gulped down most of it before feeling the burning sensation ease slightly, but her lips were still numb and her tongue felt like it had lost all feeling.

She looked at Fingel, who was laughing carefree, then at the half-box of milk left in her hand, and at the still steaming tomato pot stained with red oil in front of her, and sighed deeply.

Lin Xia sniffed, wiped away her tears, and finally picked up her chopsticks, carefully avoiding the area of ​​red oil, and continued eating her tomato hot pot. Only occasionally would her gaze drift to Fingel's alarmingly red hot pot.

That wicked Finger!

Fingel ate his hotpot heartily while humming an off-key tune, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the darkness deep within the cave, where the aroma was getting closer and closer.

After resting and organizing their equipment, Lin Xia and the other two slipped away to a corner of the cave under the pretext of scouting ahead.

He took out his old alchemical tool again, and a barely perceptible electric current activated it.

"Hey? Old man, you're not drunk to death yet, are you? Over."

The badge immediately emitted Vice Principal Flamel's irritated voice, accompanied by the crisp sound of ice cubes rattling in the background, "Pah! You brat, you can't expect anything good to come out of your mouth! My stock of good wine is almost used up by your budget overruns for this operation! So, have you found those two troublemakers, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, yet? Over."

"No, this place is like a maze, with random teleportation," Fingel said in a low voice. "But we did manage to find three other kids, Lin Xia, Horus, and Guilliman, who were wearing weird armor. Over."

"Lin Xia? Oh, that girl with good grades in Magic Mechanics? And two cosplay fanatics? Well, at least she's not dead." The vice principal wasn't surprised. "You made quite a scene just now. Were you comfortable using your weapon? Over."

"So easy! So easy!" Fingel patted the menacing flaming greatsword standing beside him, his tone excited. "One slash and everything's much quieter! This thing is way better than those junk items in the equipment department that keep exploding! Over."

"Nonsense!" the vice principal snorted smugly. "That was custom-made for you by myself! It combines the highest level of modern alchemy with a little bit of Norton's forging philosophy that I 'borrowed' from it. Although it's not as good as the legendary 'Seven Deadly Sins,' it's still one of the top-tier killing machines in the world today! The material costs have almost emptied my savings, so you'd better use it sparingly! Over."

"I know, I know, you stingy guy," Fingel pouted. "But seriously, Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, and Frilian are all out of contact now, and I have absolutely no clue what's going on. This Nibelungen is even more sinister than we thought. Over."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communication line, and only the sound of the vice principal drinking could be heard.

"Tsk, I see." The vice principal's tone became less playful and more serious. "You take those three children and continue exploring, but be careful. I have a feeling the big fish underwater is about to pounce. Keep in touch, and don't overdo it. Over."

“Got it. Oh, right, old man,” Fingel said, remembering something, “I just took apart a vending machine and treated them to a self-heating hot pot. Can I get that reimbursed? Over.”

"Get out!" came the vice principal's furious roar and the sound of a cup being smashed from the other end of the communication line, and the communication abruptly ended.

Fingel chuckled, put away the badge, resumed his lazy demeanor, shouldered his greatsword, and turned to walk towards the three resting men.

"Alright, alright kids, break time's over! Now, let's go find some real fun!"

Chapter 193 Chu Zihang's Beautiful Dream about Xia Mi

Chu Zihang leaned against the blood-stained carriage wall, slowly adjusting his breathing. The power from the burst of blood receded like a tide, leaving not only physical exhaustion but also immense mental depletion. The wounds on his left arm and ribs sent shivers of pain through him, a stark reminder of the fierce battle he had just fought against the army of undead.

He quickly treated the wound, tightly bandaging it with a strip of torn cloth to prevent the poison from spreading further. Having done this, he stood up, his golden eyes rekindling, and gazed in the direction the train had traveled.

Lu Mingfei and Frillian. Where exactly were they teleported to? Are they safe?

A powerful, almost instinctive intuition told him that they were ahead. Not on this endless train, but deeper, in a more central region.

Without further hesitation, Chu Zihang strode through the chaotic carriages towards the front of the train. The doors at the connecting point didn't hinder him; he easily moved to the next carriage, and then the one after that. The carriages seemed endless, their layout and the unsettling, eerie green light identical, as if he were trapped in an infinitely looping corridor.

In a higher dimension beyond Chu Zihang's perception, in the shadow of the Nibelungen rules, a pair of eyes silently watched him.

Xia Mi concealed her figure and aura, following Chu Zihang like a ghost. She watched Chu Zihang move forward cautiously, saw the unwavering determination in his golden eyes, and noticed the still-bleeding wounds on his body, tilting her head slightly.

"What a stubborn man," she sighed silently.

She could sense that Chu Zihang had become stronger, far stronger than when he was at Shilan Middle School. She had also sensed the battle with the group of Dead Servants from afar; the power he unleashed at that moment was indeed astonishing.

But that's all there is to it.

"S-rank? Or has it touched the edge of the 'critical blood limit'?" she assessed in her mind. "Very strong, top among humans, but still far from enough."

As the Dragon King, she was acutely aware of the chasm-like power disparity between them. If she wished, she could even directly use the power of the Nibelungen's rules to forcefully expel him here, or more simply, eliminate him outright.

But she didn't want to.

It wasn't just because of that ambiguous "classmate friendship" or anything else, but also because of the crazy plan deep in her heart, in which Chu Zihang was a key part. He couldn't die yet, nor could he leave like this.

Few people are qualified to be the ones who bear the weight of the cocoon.

However, we can't let him go any further. Ahead lies the core area where his brother Fenrir sleeps, along with that troublesome Lu Mingfei and the magical Freyland. If Chu Zihang were to run into them, the situation would completely spiral out of control.

"I guess I'll let you sleep for a while, President Chu," Xia Mi said, making up her mind. "Have a sweet dream, where anything is possible."

She gently raised her hand, her slender fingertips creating faint ripples in the air. Silently, a powerful and exquisite illusionary force, like an invisible spiderweb, spread out, silently enveloping Chu Zihang in the carriage below.

It wasn't a brutal psychological attack, but a more sophisticated and subtle form of guidance. It wouldn't harm Chu Zihang's spirit, but rather cleverly captured and amplified the forgotten, yearning fragments deep within his subconscious, weaving them into a gentle cage that was almost indistinguishable from reality.

Chu Zihang suddenly stopped and looked around warily.

He was no longer in a cold, dilapidated subway car. Instead, he was standing in a clean and tidy middle school corridor.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the corridor in a warm golden glow. Everywhere was filled with the scent of books and youth. Photos of outstanding students and inspirational slogans were pasted on the walls, and the classroom door sign next to it clearly read "Grade 1 (2) Class".

Shilan Middle School.

He's back?

No, impossible. This must be an illusion. It's a trap set by the Nibelungs.

Chu Zihang gripped the Murasame tightly, his golden eyes sharply scanning every detail, hoping to find a flaw in the illusion.

But everything felt terrifyingly real. He could even smell the faint scent of chalk dust in the air and hear the rustling of the wind through the camphor trees outside the window. His memories were also affected; his recollections of the Nibelungen, Deadpool, and the battles became blurred, as if they were a distant nightmare.

"Chu Zihang?" A clear, melodious female voice, tinged with surprise and familiarity, rang out from behind him.

Chu Zihang's body stiffened slightly, and he slowly turned around.

A pretty girl stood not far away, tilting her head to look at him. She was wearing the blue and white school uniform skirt of Shilan Middle School, with a slender figure, fair skin, and a pair of big, bright eyes that seemed to speak.

Sunlight danced on her slightly curly hair, giving her a lively and carefree aura.

Xia Mi.

She was that classmate who always appeared near him, sometimes trying to make conversation, and sometimes getting angry because he ignored her.

"Why are you still here? School's been over for ages." Xia Mi walked up to him naturally, a bright smile on her face, as if they were old friends. "Perfect timing, I'm free too, let's go together?"

Chu Zihang didn't speak, he just stared at her coldly. In his mind, he and Xia Mi weren't close, they hadn't even exchanged more than a few words.

Why is she the starting point for this illusion?

"Hey, top student, stop wearing that long face all the time." Xia Mi didn't care about his coldness at all, and moved a little closer with a grin. "Come on, come on, I know a few fun places, I'll take you there."

As she spoke, she surprisingly reached out and grabbed Chu Zihang's wrist quite naturally.

Chu Zihang tried to break free, but the girl's hand was warm and soft, the touch incredibly real. Moreover, he didn't sense any hostility or danger from her; she was just like a real, overly lively classmate.

Is the illusion too sophisticated, or...?

Before he could think it through, Xia Mi had already grabbed his hand and skipped and hopped towards the school gate.

"First, let's go to 'Holy Land' No. 1! The super delicious ice cream shop behind the school!" she planned enthusiastically. "Then we'll go to 'Holy Land' No. 2, the little park with lots of stray cats! Finally, we'll go to 'Holy Land' No. 3 to watch the sunset by the moat! Perfect!"

Chu Zihang followed her passively, his brows furrowed slightly. He tried to concentrate on thinking of a way to escape, but the surrounding scenery and Xia Mi's lively chatter were like warm tides, constantly washing over his tense nerves, making it difficult for him to focus.

They actually went to that ice cream shop.

Xia Mi bought herself a huge ice cream cup piled high with chocolate and nuts, then forced Chu Zihang to have a simple vanilla cone.