Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Chapter 95: Thousand-Faced Snake Ananda

The maid accepted the order and retreated respectfully.

When the door was closed again, Tachibana Masamune slowly lay back on the couch.

"One day, I will grind this little beast into dust!" Tachibana Masamune gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice.

When he becomes a god in the future, he will dig out the eyes of that S-rank boy with his own hands, soak them in a bottle of alcohol, and place them on his desk as a decoration.

But at this moment, he decided to let Ye Fan go for the time being.

It would be great if the other party could really help him find the hiding places of the traitors among the ghosts.

He could just take the opportunity to retrieve the next-generation dragon corpse, which would also be of great value to his research.

If Ye Fan can't be found, then just let him wander around. Anyway, I won't see him again, so out of sight, out of mind.

……

In a secret underground laboratory in Osaka City.

The newly installed incandescent lamps emitted a bright glow, illuminating every crevice in the underground laboratory, but it did not give people the slightest feeling of warmth.

A massive glass jar stood quietly in the center, housing the corpse of a dragon. It was the body of a Western dragon, its entire body a sickly white, a paler white than before, as if the vitality of life had been drained away, leaving only this cold shell.

Three or four researchers were busy surrounding the dragon corpse. They looked focused, with fanaticism and awe in their eyes.

They continued to conduct various research operations on the dragon corpse, either carefully extracting blood in an attempt to make serum; or concentrating on analyzing its genetic samples in an attempt to turn themselves into such a creature.

"Activity indicators are not enough."

The man in the white coat standing in the middle said softly.

He adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, the chain casting a spidery shadow across his neck. "Use the remaining blood to make three more batches of serum."

His voice was gentle, but it made everyone speed up their movements unconsciously.

The man had an extremely elegant appearance, appearing to be no more than thirty years old, with a fair complexion. He wore a pair of exquisite silver-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses sparkled with wisdom and a bit of fanaticism.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the laboratory table, walked into another room with steady steps.

As you step into the room, a gloomy atmosphere hits you.

There is a statue of a multi-headed monster snake in the room. Countless snake heads extend from the statue's torso, densely packed and stacked layer upon layer, which is frightening.

However, the man looked calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this horrifying scene.

He slowly walked to the statue, knelt down respectfully, and muttered:

"Master Ananda, I hope you can give me more guidance. May I also be transformed into a pure-blooded dragon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange red light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the statue, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp flames.

Then, a cold voice emanated from the statue's mouth. It was as if the sound was composed of the collective hissing of thousands of snakes, interspersed with the various tones of men, women, young and old, ultimately blending into an extremely complex sentence that poured directly into Yamada Shujin's mind:

"I have enhanced your bloodline to what you would call an A-grade standard. From here, I simply need to continuously increase the dragon corpse's vitality and use your stem cells to form a dragon cocoon within it. Then, you will complete your transformation from a lowly human to a noble dragon."

"Yamada Shujin, I have high hopes for you. I want you to be my executor in Japan, and my executor must be at least a second-generation dragon. You originally didn't have this qualification, so I helped you complete the transformation. You must remember my great kindness."

Yamada Shujin quickly prostrated himself and said with great respect:

"I will always remember your kindness. Once my transformation is complete, I will take your will as my highest principle and become your agent in Japan."

As he finished speaking, the red light in the snake's head gradually faded, and the room fell into a deathly silence again.

Yamada Shujin knew that the terrifying existence should have left, but the other party's personality was changeable, so Yamada Shujin didn't dare to gamble.

He pressed his forehead to the ground, but the corners of his mouth were twisted into a strange arc.

He thought of the evening that changed everything.

That was after he defected from his family at the age of thirty.

At that time, his heart was filled with hatred and bloodthirsty desire, like a beast that had lost its mind, wishing to slaughter everyone he saw.

That day, he met a seemingly ordinary tourist. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and had an ordinary appearance. Like countless other tourists who came to Japan, he did not attract the attention of others at all.

In Yamada Shujin's eyes, such a person was undoubtedly the perfect prey. So, he pounced on him like a hungry wolf.

However, the moment he approached, something strange happened.

The tourist's face began to change countless times, and millions of faces floated on it like a kaleidoscope, and each face seemed to contain endless distortion and horror.

Before Yamada Shujin could react, his vision went dark. When he woke up again, he was already in the other person's hand, like an ant unable to struggle.

The other party looked down at him condescendingly, his voice cold yet somewhat amused:

"A bloodthirsty ant is quite interesting. What's even more rare is that you have some knowledge. In this world, wisdom is the most important thing."

"It is precisely because you humble humans possess wisdom that you are able to slowly develop weapons that even us, the first generation of dragons, are amazed."

After that, the other party threw him to the ground and continued:

"Become my slave, or die. Choose one."

At that time, Yamada Shujin was filled with fear, and the desire to survive instantly occupied his heart.

He still wants to realize his endless ambition and kill more people.

So, without hesitation, he knelt down like a dog wagging its tail and licked the other person's shoes with his tongue, begging the other person to become his master.

His dog-like, fawning manner seemed to please the other party greatly.

That being not only helped him deal with the family members who came to hunt him down, but also helped to improve his bloodline.

Before leaving, the other party used the corpses of those family members to make this statue and left a message:

"Do your job well. Remember my name. I am Ananda, the Thousand-Faced Serpent, the first generation of the Dragon Elders' Council. It will be the honor of your life to serve me."

Chapter 96: Dark Lord, Agent

Yamada Shujin confirmed again and again that the aura that frightened him but secretly coveted had completely subsided.

The submissive look on his face was instantly cut off as if by a sharp blade, and replaced by undisguised viciousness.

He stared at the multi-headed snake statue, his eyes burning with flames of greed and ambition.

Since he dared to harbor the crazy ambition of transforming from a humble human into a pure-blooded second-generation dragon, then becoming the first-generation and reaching the pinnacle of dragon power must also be a desire burning deep in his heart day and night.

In Yamada Shujin's eyes, the first generation who called himself the Thousand-Faced Snake Ananda was now high above him, like an insurmountable towering mountain.

But this high mountain is also the necessary step for him to climb to higher places.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and the joints turned pale from the force.

He will continue to climb upwards until he too becomes that perfect being.

Madness and determination surged in Yamada Shujin's eyes, and his last bit of rationality had long been overwhelmed by his ambition.

He seemed to have seen himself, dressed in gorgeous clothes of glory and power, standing on the supreme peak, overlooking all living beings.

He let out an almost ferocious roar in his heart. Sooner or later, he would tear the thousand-faced snake Ananda down from the clouds, just as the other party had easily crushed those family members who were chasing him.

He wanted to devour the opponent's flesh and blood madly, let the blood of the so-called first generation flow down his throat, invade the opponent's authority, and take it for himself.

In order to realize this ambition, he will not hesitate to step on countless dead bones, even if it means he is against the whole world, even if there is endless darkness and abyss ahead, he will jump in without hesitation.

At this moment, he has been completely consumed by the desire for power, like a demon lost in the dark abyss, running further and further down the road of madness.

He had no idea that his irreversible fate was approaching quietly like a shadow.

Greetings from subordinates came from outside the door.

Yamada Shujin instantly regained his scholarly, gentle expression, but when he turned around, his spine was protruding and twisted under his white coat, as if something alive was wriggling inside.

He was an armed man, and from the faint aura emanating from his body, it could be judged that he was an A-level hybrid.

He looked respectful as he reported to Yamada Shujin, "Sir, the Eight Snake Clan and the Fierce Ghost Clan have been increasing their search efforts recently. At this rate, they might find us in a week."

Yamada Shujin nodded slightly, he had already expected this.

Recently, they have transported too many supplies for research, and their movements are indeed too big, so it is normal for clues to be found.

After all, the research was nearing completion, his dragon cocoon was almost taking shape, and the required amount of serum was in sufficient supply.

He can transform at any time, but from a safety perspective, it is better to wait for a while and let the dragon cocoon fully mature.

But if the Snake Eight Clans and the Fierce Ghost Clan really came looking for him, he could also transform in advance. After all the consumables were injected with serum, they would be enough to support the transformation time.

At this moment, Yamada Shujin narrowed his eyes slightly, as sharp as a cheetah squinting at its prey, and asked his subordinate:

"That's strange. Didn't I arrange three people to patrol? Besides you and Hideo, where did the other person go?"

Tian Yeche smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said:

"He Ming said he had been here for too long and couldn't hold it any longer, so he ran to the city to rest."

As a hungry ghost himself, Yamada Shujin certainly knows what "stop the fire" means.

He couldn't help but frown with some dissatisfaction. On weekdays, when his subordinates occasionally went out to do some personal things, he would turn a blind eye.

But now is an extraordinary period, and the other party dares to act so recklessly, which really makes him dissatisfied.

But in the final analysis, he and these subordinates are only in a cooperative relationship. He attracted them to join by relying on the experimental results that could improve bloodline, so naturally he couldn't force them too much.

Therefore, Yamada Shujin could only smile helplessly and advised: "Be more careful these two days."

Then, he slowly exhaled, thinking to himself: It wouldn't be such a coincidence that I would be seen by the Eight Snake Clans and the Fierce Ghost Clan if I just go out like this.

The man named He Ming, now wearing a leather jacket, was like a vicious wolf hiding in the darkness, moving through the bustling streets, his eyes eagerly searching for his next prey.

Just then, a girl who looked like a high school student seemed to be playing with her friends and bumped into him in a panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Are you hurt?"

The girl hurriedly apologized, her eyes full of apology.

In an instant, a fierce light flashed in He Ming's eyes, like a ghost fire that suddenly lit up in the dark night, but it quickly disappeared.

"Humph!"

Ignoring the girl's apology, He Ming snorted coldly and strode away.

Although he is an evil ghost with his hands stained with sin, for some twisted principle, he still has a so-called "bottom line" in his heart - he does not kill women and children.

He Ming's eyes wandered over the middle-aged male office workers passing by.