Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Our dragon blood was bestowed upon us by the White King. He chose that human and entrusted his bloodline to him, allowing him to bring it back to the human world. So, in principle, we are superior to you. You stole it, while we received it. What is stolen is never as good as what is given openly."

Angers did not refute it; what Uesugi said was true.

“But not all of you have a super bloodline,” he said.

“Yes,” Uesugi Koshi sighed. “The Imperial Chronicle says that in ancient times, every descendant of the White King was an emperor. Every single one of them—men, women, the elderly, and children—whoever had the White King’s blood was a super hybrid. It was a golden age, and the Japanese archipelago was full of beings who surpassed human limits. They could tear rocks apart with their bare hands, walk on water, and summon storms and lightning. It wasn’t an era of nations; it was an era of myths.”

"But after a great calamity, our bloodline degenerated. That calamity was the sinking of Takamagahara, the betrayal of Susanoo, and the resurrection of the White King. That disaster nearly wiped out all the emperors, with only a few surviving. Although their bloodline was powerful, it was no longer that of pure emperors. Their descendants, generation after generation, had their bloodline become increasingly diluted and their power increasingly weak. Eventually, super hybrids appeared only occasionally. One would appear every few generations, or even every dozen generations, like winning the lottery."

"But once a super hybrid appears, it will be the strongest among hybrids. Theoretically speaking, no one among the Black King's bloodline can compare to the Emperor, because you cannot break through the critical blood limit. No matter how strong your bloodline is, there is a ceiling, a ceiling that you can never jump over. But the Emperor is different. The Emperor's starting point is your ceiling."

"However, theory is one thing, but in reality, there have been freaks like you who can rival the Emperor."

"Please refrain from digressions and underhanded attacks," Angers said, raising an eyebrow. "Let's get down to business."

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business." Uesugi Kotsushi raised his hands. "You're asking me what the god buried in the Abyss really is, right?"

"Yes. What exactly is that?"

"The Holy Infant is divided into two parts: the Holy Grail and the Holy Remains," Uesugi Kotsushi said. "The Holy Grail refers to the blood of the White King, and the Holy Remains refer to the bones that the White King bestowed upon humanity. The Holy Grail spread with the reproduction of the Snake-Headed Eight Families, generation after generation, one drop of blood splits into two drops, two drops into four drops, four drops into eight drops... In the end, the blood of the White King flows in the body of every descendant of the Snake-Headed Eight Families. It's just that it's too diluted, so diluted that it's almost imperceptible."

"But the Holy Relic is different. The Holy Relic has always been preserved as the remains of the White Emperor, without being divided, diluted, or moved. From the day that human brought it back from the icy sea, it has lay there untouched. Generation after generation of priests have guarded it, offered sacrifices to it, prayed for it, and wiped away its dust. It is like a seed, lying in the soil, sleeping for six thousand years, and it did not sprout for six thousand years."

“The so-called god refers to the sacred remains. It’s not the complete skeleton of the White Queen, just a piece of bone, a very small piece, about this size,” Uesugi Kotsushi gestured with his thumb and forefinger. “In the murals, the priests would depict the sacred remains as an arm bone or a skull. I don’t think they’ve ever seen those things; they’re just guessing. But the sacred remains are a piece of bone, that should be certain. Within that piece of bone lies all of the White Queen’s secrets—her memories, power, will, and hatred.”

"The White Queen made a pact with humans, leaving behind a piece of her own bone, which contains her genes..." Angers said slowly, "was she trying to use it to revive herself?"

“Possibly,” Uesugi Kotsu nodded. “So in our view, the Sacred Relic is both a sacred object and an evil one. Legend has it that it can make up for the deficiencies of hybrids, allowing the White King’s bloodline to evolve into a pure-blooded dragon. But what exactly awakens, only God knows. Perhaps the price of evolution is that your soul is eaten by the White King, and you offer your body for her resurrection. You think you’ve become a dragon, but in reality, you’ve become the White King’s breakfast.”

"The sacred remains have always been sealed in the 'Well of Remains.' You can think of it as a sealing place, a cemetery used to seal the sacred remains. Our ancestors often sacrificed to it, using pigs, cattle, sheep, and sometimes even people. But only a madman would wish for it to come back to life. What comes back to life is not a god, but calamity."

"You've studied Japanese mythology, right?"

“I know a little,” Angers said.

"In Japanese mythology, the father of the gods is Izanagi, and the mother of the gods is Izanami. Izanami is a goddess who hates humanity. She lives in the Land of the Dead and is a goddess who is like a rotting corpse. Izanami is the name of the sacred corpse. It appears in mythology as a rotting corpse because it is dead. It is dead, yet it is also alive. It has been dead for thousands of years, but its blood is still warm, and its bones still flow with marrow. It is there waiting, waiting for someone to awaken it."

“I think the remains have come back to life?” Angers asked.

"Yes. In the myths passed down in our family, Izanami is a goddess who hates humans. She is imprisoned on the other side of Yomotsu Hirasaka. Yomotsu Hirasaka is the boundary between life and death, the dividing line between the human world and the underworld. If she returns to the mortal world, she will transform into Yamata no Orochi, a giant serpent with eight heads and eight tails, a body longer than eight valleys, eyes that flow with venom, and a forest growing on its tail, which will devour the entire world."

"The three high priests are responsible for suppressing her. Their titles are Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo. This title is passed down from generation to generation. In short, only these three people in each generation can come into contact with the sacred remains. Amaterasu is the highest priest and is responsible for presiding over the rituals; Tsukuyomi is the guardian and is responsible for guarding the seal; and Susanoo is the executor and is responsible for handling all abnormal situations related to the sacred remains. The three of them have their own duties and check and balance each other. None of them can come into contact with the sacred remains alone."

"But it was Susanoo, one of the three great priests, who was bewitched by the sacred relic and released it from the well. No one knows why he did it. Was it out of greed? Fear? A thirst for power? Or did the sacred relic whisper something in his ear that made him believe he was the chosen one? No one knows. In any case, he broke the seal, took out the sacred relic, and fused it into his own body."

"After merging with the sacred remains, Susanoo was resurrected as the White King. Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi fought him, but could not kill him. They cut off his head, but it would grow back; they pierced his heart, but it would heal; they burned him to ashes, but the ashes would reform."

"At that time, volcanoes erupted, seas surged, and the earth was torn apart. Mount Fuji was spewing fire, Tokyo Bay was boiling, and the Kanto Plain was trembling. It seemed that Japan was about to suffer a catastrophe and disappear completely from the map. In the end, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi made a difficult decision, using Takamagahara as its coffin, and sinking the ancient city and the resurrected White King into the Pacific Ocean. The city sank to the deepest part of the trench, pressed down by thousands of meters of seawater, and shrouded in eternal darkness. Japan was saved, but only a few emperors survived the catastrophe. Their bloodline gradually degenerated, becoming weaker with each generation, and eventually they became the current descendants of the White King."

Uesugi Koshi finished speaking.

Angers remained motionless.

"What exactly was born after the fusion of the Holy Remains and the Emperor? The White King? Or something inferior to the White King?"

“Nobody knows,” Uesugi Koshi shook his head. “But judging from the disasters it caused, it was even more exaggerated than the Four Monarchs. When the Four Monarchs awoke, it was just a little wind, a little rain, and a few earthquakes. But when that thing awoke, the whole of Japan almost sank. Let’s just call it a ‘god’ for now. Anyway, it deserves that title.”

“If this thing really awakens…” Angers took a deep breath, “it’s fucking terrible!”

"Do you want to hear even worse news?" Uesugi asked, his expression complicated.

Angers paused for a moment.

"Could it get any worse? What could be worse than the resurrection of God?"

“Things can always be worse than you think. What’s worse is that if God has risen from the dead, then he could very well be in Tokyo.”

The wine glass in Angers' hand fell to the ground.

"What did you say?"

“Takamagahara was originally located in Tokyo Bay, very close to present-day Tokyo. When that city sank, its ruins were directly beneath present-day Tokyo, thousands of meters below the seabed,” said Uesugi Koshi. “Dragons need time to regain their memories and adapt to their bloodline at the beginning of their revival. During this time, they are like human infants, acting on instinct. They get hungry, thirsty, cold, and hot; they seek out familiar things and return to familiar places.”

"Where do you think the White King would go?"

Angers remained silent for a long time.

"It will return to the Takamagahara of its memory, like a fish's migration. No matter how far salmon swim, they will return to the river where they were born. They remember the taste of that river, the temperature of the water, and every stone on the riverbed. That river is in their genes, in their instincts, and in every cell of their existence."

“But Takamagahara is no longer in Tokyo Bay,” Angers muttered to himself. “That city has sunk, been bombed by a nuclear bomb, buried by the earth. It no longer exists. When God returns there, all he sees is ruins, a pile of rubble, a huge tomb. He will be disappointed, confused, and at a loss. And then what will he do?”

"It will search for the nearest city. It will follow the scent, the light, and those things that are both familiar and strange, walking and searching until it finds what it wants. The nearest city is—"

“This is it,” Uesugi Koshi continued, “This is Tokyo.”

Angers stood at the edge of the shed, his trouser legs soaked by the rain.

He understood completely. Just as the Dragon King Norton wandered aimlessly for a period after his initial awakening, even believing himself to be human, roaming the streets, sleeping under bridges, and scavenging for food in garbage dumps, the Dragon King Jormungandr probably also spent a long time confused about whether she was human or dragon. She may have looked in the mirror, seen her own face, and touched her own skin, but she didn't know who she was.

At this moment, God is likely in the same state. In human form, it has come to Tokyo following fragments of memory, searching aimlessly, like an abandoned girl wandering in this huge city, not knowing where it came from or where it is going.

But Tokyo is a metropolis, the world's largest city, with tens of millions of people living there. Every street is packed with people, every building is crammed with people, and every train is overflowing with people. To find a human-shaped god among tens of millions of people, a god who might not even know who he is, is virtually impossible, harder than finding a grain of sand in the ocean.

Angers took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back to the table to sit down. He picked up the fallen wine glass, looked at it, and saw that the rim was chipped. He put the glass on the table, picked up the wine jug, and poured himself a glass.

“It’s not entirely impossible to find it,” Uesugi Koshi said with a hint of helplessness. “The person behind the scenes must know where God is. He meticulously planned to resurrect it, so of course he has to find it. He wants to find it, control it, and use it. As long as we find that person, we can find God. He is the loose end of the thread; as long as we follow that thread, we can find the tangled ball.”

“The question is,” Angers said, “where is this loose thread hidden in the Seven Serpent Clan?”

Chapter 721 Frilian: How about assassinating Tachibana Masamune?

Inside the private room, there was a faint scent of sandalwood, along with a hint of fruity sweetness.

The location is secluded and well-soundproofed, and it is not usually open to the public. A few days ago, the owner, a humpback whale, permanently allocated it to Frillie for temporary residence.

The private room was designed by Humpback Whale himself. Deep purple velvet wallpaper with dark gold trim, and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a soft, ambiguous light. Long, leather sofas lined three walls, with a huge marble coffee table in the center, laden with fruit platters, dried fruit dishes, and various drinks. In the corner stood an old-fashioned record player, playing jazz music, the saxophone playing a languid, melancholic tune.

Frillie sat at the far end of the sofa, her back against the wall, her whole body shrouded in shadow. She wore a plain white dress with a dark gray cardigan over it, looking like an ordinary female college student.

Lu Mingfei sat next to her, sinking into the sofa and yawning. He was holding a slice of watermelon and taking big bites.

Chu Zihang sat on the single sofa opposite him, wearing the male escort outfit from the store. His and Caesar's clothes were all destroyed in yesterday's battle.

Caesar sat diagonally opposite Frilian, a cigar twirling slowly between his fingers.

Four people.

The four best students at Kassel College hide in a host club, discussing how to deal with Japan's largest yakuza organization.

“I think,” Frilian said, dropping a bombshell, “that we should assassinate Tachibana Masamune.”

Lu Mingfei put down the half-eaten watermelon. He looked up at Frillie, a watermelon seed still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Tachibana Masamune's origins are unknown. He is the head of the Hebi-Hachi family, but we know nothing about his past. When did he join the Hebi-Hachi family? Where did he come from? What was his previous identity? Nobody knows. He seems to have appeared out of thin air in Tokyo and climbed to the top step by step."

"Don't you find it strange? A person of unknown origin controls Japan's largest yakuza organization and all the resources of Japanese mixed-race people."

"In my opinion, this person is very secretive, unfathomable."

Lu Mingfei threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and wiped his mouth.

"Frilian, don't do anything rash. We are good students in Kassel, we don't do assassinations."

“A good student in Kassel?” Caesar raised an eyebrow. “Lu Mingfei, when did you become so well-behaved? I remember last time you were at a college event, you drove a tractor into a snack shop.”

"That's different!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed anxiously. "That was an accident! Besides, it was a shop that was hit. Assassination is a completely different matter!"

"Is Tachibana Masamune even human?" Chu Zihang asked.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

“He is human,” Chu Zihang answered the question himself, “or at least he appears to be human. But what about his bloodline? The fact that he can sit at the highest position in the Snake Clan shows that his bloodline is strong enough. Such a person will not die easily even if assassinated. But if he really dies, the Snake Clan will be in chaos. With the patriarch killed, the seven major families will become suspicious of each other, internal strife will break out, their encirclement and suppression of us will be temporarily suspended, and we will have time to catch our breath and find the real mastermind behind it all.”

He is currently unaware of Tachibana Masamune's actual bloodline; Genjiro is merely a super-hybrid on the surface, the only emperor of his time.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Even if it's an assassination attempt, it doesn't necessarily have to be Frilian. My Word of Power Time Zero is more suitable."

“Time Zero can slow down time, allowing me to assassinate the target before they can react. And as you know, my bloodline, if I unleash my full power, should be able to suppress Tachibana Masamune. Even if he is very strong, a super hybrid, I am confident.”

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he was stunned. Just a moment ago he was saying he wouldn't do assassinations, and now he was analyzing how suitable he was for assassination.

Perhaps he was influenced by those two bastards?

Caesar put down his cigar. "Indeed, my Word of Power is not suitable for assassination. 'Kamaitachi' is for reconnaissance and can hear sounds from a great distance, but when it comes to killing, sound is the most useless thing. As for 'Vampire Scythe,' that's an ability for direct combat, wide-ranging and too noisy. If the target is Tachibana Masamune, he has many experts from the Snake Clan around him, and I would be detected before I even get close."

He looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang nodded. “'Junyan' is even less suitable. Once released, it will cause too much noise and alert all the guards.”

As Lu Mingfei listened to their analysis, he became increasingly panicked.

These two people, one a top specialist in the executive department and the other the president of the student council, the two best in Kassel College, were actually seriously discussing the feasibility of assassination, and their conclusion was: Lu Mingfei was the most suitable to carry it out.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Lu Mingfei raised his hands, “have we gone off-topic? We were talking about ‘whether or not to assassinate,’ not ‘who will assassinate.’ How did you jump straight to the second step?”

“Because the first step has already been discussed,” Frillian said. “I said I wanted to assassinate him, and none of you objected.”

"I didn't object?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. "I clearly said just now, 'We are good students of Kassel, we don't do assassinations!'"

"After you said that, you started analyzing how suitable your Word of Power was for assassination."

Lu Mingfei found himself unable to refute.

Footsteps approached from afar and stopped at the door of the private room.

"Dong dong."

Someone knocked lightly on the door twice, opened it, and poked half their body inside.

A waiter, wearing a black vest and a white shirt with a bow tie at the collar.

With a respectful attitude, Caesar and Chu Zihang are the stars, the top performers, and the kind of people who make countless women willingly empty their wallets.

“Mr. Ukyo,” the waiter said, bowing slightly to Chu Zihang and Caesar, “Mr. Basara King, a guest has requested your services. Both of you are regulars and have specifically asked for your services together.”

Caesar got up and put away his cigar.

"Okay," he said. "I'll be there in five minutes."

The waiter bowed, closed the door, and his footsteps faded into the distance.

“You two talk first,” Caesar said, walking to the door, opening it, glancing back, “and I’ll make the final decision when Chu Zihang and I return.”

Chu Zihang followed him out, and the door closed gently behind them.