Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Anyway, I don't have classes today, so I'm not in a hurry to go back," Zhao Menghua said, making up an excuse as he quietly followed the two men out of the train carriage.

The platform was bustling with people, and Zhao Menghua maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

The boy and girl looked a few years older than him. The boy was tall and slender, while the girl was petite and delicate. Both of them were dressed casually and looked like ordinary college students.

"Boqian, have you spotted any suspicious targets?" the boy asked in a low voice.

The girl shook her head. "No, although we found a few mixed-race individuals, their bloodlines were very low in purity and they didn't have any powerful domains, so they didn't meet the conditions the professor mentioned."

Zhao Menghua frowned. Mixed-race? Blood purity? These terms sounded both strange and inexplicably familiar to him, as if they had appeared in some forgotten dream.

"Is this really reliable?" the girl complained. "Finding the first species by searching the subway? What brilliant idea came up with that? Would the first species stoop to taking the subway?"

Zhao Menghua was utterly bewildered. The first generation of the race? What was that?

He subconsciously took a few more steps closer, almost bumping into a commuter hurrying past.

The boy comforted the girl: "It's okay, there are all sorts of Dragon Kings, aren't there? The Bronze and Fire King in the academy before was in human form. Your Word of Power is most sensitive to bloodlines and domains, and the subway has the highest passenger flow, making it the most suitable place to find people."

“But it’s so boring to look for people in all the major subway lines every day,” the girl sighed.

The boy smiled and said, "We haven't been to all the subway stations. There are two that we haven't been to yet; they're hidden subway stations that have never been open to the public."

"A hidden subway station?" the girl exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.

“It’s the station that’s not shown on the route map,” the boy explained. “Not all subway stations are open. Think about it, after each station, the train continues to move forward a bit, and that bit contains two hidden subway stations.”

Zhao Menghua had never heard of any hidden stations on the Beijing subway; it sounded like an urban legend, but the two Kassel College students talked about it so seriously.

"Let's go, let's check Line 4 today and see if we find anything," the girl said, gesturing for the boy to follow.

The boy and girl walked towards the transfer passage of Line 4. Zhao Menghua hesitated for a moment, but still followed them.

He took out his phone to record their conversation, but the recording function was not working; the phone, which he had broken while drunk the night before, was still not repaired.

"Damn it," Zhao Menghua cursed under his breath, and could only listen more intently to the conversation in front of him.

"Why is Professor Schneider so certain that the first generation of Species will appear in the subway station in this city?" the girl asked softly.

“There are two reasons,” the boy replied.

"One was Commissioner Raymond, who encountered an accident at the train station while on a mission. The tenured professors believed that the King of Earth and Mountains had destroyed the station. The other was our S-class student Lu Mingfei and A-class student Frilian, who also encountered the lone Deadpool at the station."

“The subway network covers the entire city and is the most convenient mode of transportation. Professor Schneider believes that the Dragon King may have used the subway for rapid travel.”

Zhao Menghua was completely confused and had a bad feeling.

Chapter 105 The Disappearance of Zhao Menghua (Part 2)

There weren't many people in the transfer passage. Zhao Menghua jogged along with the male and female students from Kassel College. He sensed that the two of them were acting suspiciously and wondered what kind of mischief they were up to.

The elevator handrail was filthy and covered in dust, and the overhead lights crackled and flickered on and off.

Zhao Menghua felt this was an insult to the city's appearance; wouldn't anyone come to clean or tidy it up?

Zhao Menghua continued to survey the area. The advertising board was bare, with only a few scattered posters, the text of which was too blurry to read. The ground was littered with aluminum cans and scraps of paper, suggesting that no one had been there for a very long time.

The people from Kassel College walked further and further away, and their voices gradually faded away.

Zhao Menghua hadn't ridden the subway much, but he sensed something was wrong. He looked up at the signs but couldn't figure out what the problem was.

The road was winding and the further you went in, the dirtier and dustier the ground became.

A ticket gate appeared ahead. Zhao Menghua remembered that transferring trains should not require leaving the station or buying another ticket, but to move forward, he would definitely have to go through this gate.

Zhao Menghua felt his pants pocket; there were only a few hundred-yuan bills inside, and he had no change to buy a train ticket.

Clang, clang, the subway is about to enter the station.

Tsk, Zhao Menghua looked left and right, and seeing no one nearby, he simply climbed over the turnstile and ran all the way to the platform to wait for the subway to arrive.

With a 'clang,' the subway slowly pulled into the station, and the rusty doors opened.

Just as Zhao Menghua was about to step onto the subway, he glanced at it again, got goosebumps all over, and stopped.

The entire train was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was inside; it seemed to be empty.

Zhao Menghua was the only one on the platform; the students from Kassel College who had been chasing him were nowhere to be seen.

Surely he wasn't the only person in this subway station the whole time?

Zhao Menghua quickly looked up at the station sign; the pole, painted green, looked nothing like the style of this century.

The dilapidated train had "Line 1" written on it in large letters.

Line 1? He went with that couple to transfer to Line 4, how could he possibly end up on Line 1?

Why are the trains and subway stations so dilapidated? The trains were just built, and the stations have been renovated.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhao Menghua slowly squatted down, clutching his head, his mind blank.

He remembered all the anomalies he had overlooked: the strange billboards, the aluminum cans on the ground, the dust everywhere.

He walked from the modern-style Line 4 subway station into this subway station with a style reminiscent of the last century.

The train remained stationary, its doors wide open, waiting for him, its only passenger.

Zhao Menghua turned around and rushed up the steps, his sneakers splashing through the puddles.

The road sign gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the fog, its arrow stubbornly pointing in the direction of the train.

Zhao Menghua reached out to push the road sign, but paused when his fingertips touched it. The blue arrow was engraved on the front of the sign, and the back had four large characters painted in bright red: "No Going Against Traffic".

"No going against traffic," he muttered to himself, his throat tightening.

The fog thickened, as if countless hands were tugging at his clothes.

Zhao Menghua bit his tongue hard, the taste of blood exploding in his mouth. All the road signs on the steps flipped over, glowing with an eerie red light in the fog.

Running became a mechanical instinct. Zhao Menghua lost count of how many turns he made, only remembering that the same warning was written on the back of every road sign.

The water gradually rose above his ankles. He looked down at his reflection: the hem of his school uniform was covered in mud, his sneakers were cracked and revealing swollen toes, and the distant roar of a train was a constant companion.

Until a beam of light pierced through the fog.

Zhao Menghua practically lunged into the light, his knees slamming heavily onto the concrete floor.

Ignoring the pain, he groped for the newspaper scraps on the ground. The damp paper felt limp and lifeless in his palm, like rotting animal entrails.

As the last piece was pieced together, Zhao Menghua let out a whimper like a trapped beast.

"The ceremony marking the full opening of Metro Line 1 on [Date] in 1992 is being held today."

He went back to eighteen years ago!

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes. The sun was shining warmly on his bottom, which felt wonderful.

Yesterday I accompanied Frilian to see the flowers. I must say, the botany club is quite good; the flowers were fragrant and beautiful. Frilian and I enjoyed the flowers and drank some wine.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't hold my liquor well and got drunk after just a few drinks. Frillie was about the same, so the two of them helped each other back to the dormitory.

Taking a breath of fresh air, Lu Mingfei felt much more awake and patted the bunk above him.

"Finger, what time is it? The sun is so bright. Did you forget to close the curtains last night?"

"It must be noon. The sun is so strong. Let's go to the cafeteria for burritos for lunch!"

The double bed started rocking with a 'heave-ho' sound, and Fingel was woken up by Lu Mingfei and prepared to get out of bed.

"Oh my god!" Fingel exclaimed.

"What's all that yelling about? Like you've seen a ghost. It's way too late to pretend to be a rooster!" Lu Mingfei stretched and glanced outside. "Oh my god, what's going on?!"

"You're imitating a rooster's crow too, and you still have the nerve to criticize me," Fingel retorted.

Looking at the situation outside, Lu Mingfei was speechless.

His and Fingel's double bed, stuck in a pile of ruins, was like a little candle on a birthday cake.

The bed legs were broken, and a brick took its place, maintaining the balance of the wobbly double bed.

A red cross flag was planted in the ruins, and a dozen white tents were set up next to it. Doctors from the school hospital were bandaging and treating students who were unfortunately injured last night.

Occasionally, blood pressure readings may spike, as mixed-race individuals often have physical attributes far exceeding those of the average person, resulting in blood pressure that is approximately 1.5 times higher than normal.

The school cafeteria chefs set up their food carts to serve breakfast, which consisted of simple dishes.

The air was filled with the aroma of grilled sausages and baking bread. Long lines formed in front of the school clinic and dining carts, with many people queuing up.

Lu Mingfei and Finger's beds were sandwiched in the middle.

Frillie brought a glass of milk and cereal to Lu Mingfei's bedside. "Good morning. I thought you would sleep until noon."

Someone came up to shake hands with Lu Mingfei, "Hello, S-class, I'm Qi Lan."

Qi Lan, the organizer of the previous freshman social event, is quite well-known.

In the distance, Lancelot, the vice president of the Lionheart Society, chewed on his bread. "Hey, President Lu, you're awake?"

Caesar grabbed the bottle of liquor from Lu Mingfei's bedside table. "Is this Erguotou? It looks a bit shabby."

Xia Mi looked at Lu Mingfei and Finger with a grin, "Wow, so uninhibited not wearing clothes!"

Lu Mingfei and Fingel wrapped themselves tightly in the bedsheet, hoping everyone would leave quickly and stop staring at them.

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei's abs and nodded in satisfaction.

That's right, Lu Mingfei has already developed abs thanks to Chu Zihang's training.

"Senior brother, um," Lu Mingfei said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Could you get me and Fingel a piece of clothing?"

Chapter 106 After the Earthquake

Fingel curled up on the upper bunk, tightly wrapping his naked body in the blanket, turning himself into a giant cocoon, with only his messy hair and half his face showing.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes darted around, casting a pleading glance at Chu Zihang by the bedside.

"Hey Zihang, could you get me something to eat?" Fingel asked in a soft voice, a stark contrast to his usual carefree demeanor. "I'm a little hungry, and..."

He tugged at the blanket, indicating that he was barely clothed and "too embarrassed to get anything to eat."