Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He picked up the pen on the table and drew a complex three-dimensional matrix on the notepad:

"Look, if we add this alchemical array to the blade's hilt, combined with the existing flame properties..."

As Finkel looked closer, the pattern on the paper suddenly burned on his retina.

It was not a flat design, but a three-dimensional illusion constructed through special brushstrokes—the silver wind element circuit and the crimson fire network intertwined to form a perfect energy cycle.

"A dual matrix of wind and fire..." Finger's breathing became heavy. "This will indeed reduce backlash, but the energy output..."

"It will increase by at least 50%."

Ye Fan put away his pen, and the illusion disappeared:

"But it requires dragon fetal blood as a catalyst. It's a good idea to complete the Iceland quest at the same time."

Finger fell back into his chair, his whole outlook severely shaken. "What kind of monster are you..."

"Just an ordinary partner."

Ye Fan put away Murasame and walked towards the door:

"I'll return the improved version to you tomorrow morning. Now..." He gestured at the computer screen, "help me set up a dedicated content section, following this structure."

He threw a USB flash drive to Finkel, with the pattern of the Big Dipper engraved on the metal surface.

"Are you planning to form a private power?" Finkel took the USB drive and keenly realized something. "Wait, you're not planning to..."

Ye Fan turned back at the door, his golden eyes like a furnace in the shadows: "The Hunter website is just the beginning."

His voice was soft, but it made all the hairs on the back of Finger's neck stand up. "The real game hasn't even begun yet."

"If you want to destroy an entire race, you'll need more people. Your lone ranger style won't work. In my country, there's a saying: The power of the masses is great."

The sound of the door closing woke up Finkel, who had been in a state of shock.

He looked down at the USB drive, and the file that popped up after he inserted it into the computer made him gasp - it was a suffocatingly large hybrid network architecture diagram, covering everything from intelligence gathering to armed training. The code name of the top node was "Heaven".

"Damn..."

Finger wiped his face and suddenly grinned, "I'm really on a pirate ship now."

His fingers began to fly on the keyboard again, and the light in his eyes was brighter than ever.

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At four o'clock in the morning at the Kassel Academy training ground, the moonlight was swallowed by dark clouds, and only a few emergency lights provided weak illumination.

More than 500 members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club stood in line, with Caesar standing at the front of the team, Dick Tudor hanging around his waist, and his long platinum hair tied into a neat ponytail.

Beside him, Selina's hair was as white as snow, and her newfound power made blood faintly flow under her skin.

When Ye Fan's figure appeared on the platform, everyone straightened their backs unconsciously.

"Let's get started."

Without any nonsense, Ye Fan raised his right hand.

The domain of Word Spirit·Royal Power expanded instantly, and five times the gravity was like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's heart.

The bones groaned under the heavy burden, the knees bent uncontrollably, and several freshmen fell directly to the ground.

"Hold on!"

Caesar squeezed out the command from between his teeth, his calf muscles tensed to the limit, and the blood vessels bulged out like earthworms on the surface of his skin.

At the same time, the brightness of Ye Fan's golden eyes suddenly increased - the Word Spirit and Dream Tapir were activated simultaneously.

He didn't need to give any explanations, nor did he need to issue any instructions to the students in the real world.

As long as he uses the Night Tapir, in that fantasy world, these students will naturally understand what he is thinking.

They will understand how Ye Fan is going to train them, and they will also understand what kind of situation they will go through next. In the process, some subtle brainwashing is inevitable.

For example, saying that Ye Fan is the most respected, or that companions are the most important.

Chapter 128 Heaven

Over five hundred people were forcibly drawn into the same mental battlefield. They stood atop a burning ancient city wall, beneath them a surging legion of deadly warriors, a giant dragon circling in the sky.

"Survive for 24 hours." Ye Fan's voice came from all directions. "Death will reset time, but the pain will remain 100% real."

As the first wave of arrows rained down, screams resounded through the air. The dull thud of arrows piercing flesh, the crisp snap of bones, the hiss of blood splattering—all senses were amplified to the extreme.

Selina's white hair turned blood red as she tore open a Deadpool's throat with her bare hands, splattering hot dragon blood on her face.

"This is not an illusion!"

"At least not from the feeling!"

She yelled to Caesar, "Our bodies are really getting stronger!"

Caesar's Dick Tudo cut off the heads of three Deadpools, his ice-blue pupils constricted - he could indeed feel the muscle memory forming, and his fighting instincts improving at a terrifying speed.

Time is distorted in the killing.

When the twenty-third sunrise came, less than a hundred people survived.

Caesar's left arm was broken at the shoulder, and there was a bloody hole the size of a bowl in Selina's abdomen, but the fighting spirit burning in their eyes was more intense than ever.

In the real world, one hour has just arrived.

The moment the royal domain was lifted, more than 500 people collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

Muscle cramps, gastric reflux, dilated pupils...the physiological reaction is like crawling back to the world from hell.

Ye Fan walked down the platform, and the sound of his military boots stepping on the ground made several freshmen curl up reflexively.

"Once a month from now on." His voice was eerily calm. "The twenty worst performers today will receive an additional three hours of gravity acclimatization training."

Caesar supported himself with Dick Tudo and knelt on one knee with difficulty.

The dragon blood crystal he swallowed yesterday was taking effect, and new strength was surging in his veins, but what shocked him even more was the transformation on the spiritual level - the battle that lasted "24 days" had brought about a qualitative leap in his combat awareness.

"What on earth are you..." Caesar looked up and saw something he couldn't understand reflected in Ye Fan's golden eyes. "What kind of monster army do you want to create?"

Ye Fan put his hand on Caesar's shoulder. This simple action made the nobleman feel the pressure of a mountain:

"It's not a monster," he whispered. "It's a spark... that can give humanity a chance of survival when the Dragon King awakens."

On the distant horizon, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds.

The figures lying scattered on the training ground began to struggle to get up. Their eyes were completely different from yesterday - they were the eyes of people who had experienced the real baptism of war.

Selina dragged her injured leg to Ye Fan and handed him a bronze compass: "The harvest from the Iceland mission, sent via expedited channels."

When Ye Fan took the compass, the copper rust on the surface automatically peeled off, revealing the densely packed dragon characters on the inner layer.

"You found it in just one night? Did you mobilize your family's power?"

"is it not OK?"

"Absolutely. I'd even accept it if you revealed some information to your family."

Ye Fan said to the white-haired goddess with a smile.

His pupils glowed silver again, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Very good, the materials for the second stage are complete."

From an angle that no one can see, Ye Fan has mastered all the knowledge about this alchemical item.

What surprised Ye Fan was that there was a lot of knowledge in it, enough to support him in the next stage of research.

Ye Fan had an excited smile on his face. Every time his research entered the next stage, it meant a huge breakthrough in his alchemy, although there might be countless such breakthroughs.

But one day he would gradually reach the pinnacle of alchemy, and the authority of the Alchemy Kingdom, which was no less powerful than any word spirit, would be under his control.

Only then will he truly have the capital to counterattack the dragon clan.

Finkel held the improved Murasame and leaned against the entrance of the training ground, looking at the group of young people who had been reborn in the sun, and suddenly remembered what Ye Fan said last night.

The game had indeed just begun, and they had all become the most important pieces on the board.

Two months passed like fine sand, and Ye Fan's influence in Kassel Academy spread like vines.

Two full months of non-stop brainwashing around the clock.

The Student Union, the Lionheart Society, and even most of the students, when they mentioned the word "Ye Fan", their eyes were filled with enthusiasm and their respect came from the heart.

When they face deadpools and dragons during their missions, their roars can even resound through the sky.

"Everything for the Emperor of Heaven!"

"We are the heroes of Heaven!"

Quietly, the power of "Heaven" was like a giant beast breaking out of the ground, forcefully squeezing into the world of mixed-bloods, trying to plunder more territory and stir up the already turbulent situation.

Late at night, Flamel's attic was as quiet as a mystery.

Ye Fan closed the thick alchemy book, the pages rustling like the sigh of time, and put the book on the bookshelf. The wood texture blended with the old atmosphere of the alchemy text.

Flamel stood quietly aside, gazing at this person who had not been acknowledged by him personally but had long been his most proud disciple. There was wonder and satisfaction in his eyes.

In Flamel's alchemical knowledge, alchemists are clearly divided into levels: from mastering alchemical inscriptions to give items basic properties; to constructing alchemical matrices to achieve efficient and long-lasting blessings; then comes the alchemical field, constructing the field with pure fifth element, the world moves at the will of the mind, infinitely close to the gods.

Then there is the legend, the "Alchemy Kingdom" which he has only heard of in name only, it is an existence with the authority of gods.

Most hybrids can only master a dozen or so alchemical inscriptions in their entire lives, and outlining the alchemical matrix requires knowledge reserves of hundreds of inscriptions. This road is long and few people can climb it.

Flamel has reached the pinnacle of the alchemical matrix and can create matrices at will to achieve his goals. He is only one step away from entering the land of autonomy that is infinitely close to being a god.

But Ye Fan has already matched him in alchemical knowledge, and even surpassed him.

In Flamel's opinion, Ye Fan was able to achieve this level in a short period of time because of his cheating word spirit - Mirror Pupil.

Chapter 129 New Mission

This word spirit can copy all word spirits, and Ye Fan perfectly embedded it into alchemy.

The sword controls the metal, the flame melts the material, the blood-sucking sickle carves the matrix, and it switches the words of spirit for different materials as smoothly as breathing.

Such production efficiency made Flamel jealous.

He saw with his own eyes that Ye Fan casually made hundreds of alchemical swords. Although they were ordinary, they could be priced at hundreds of thousands in the outside world, as if mocking the inefficiency and high cost of traditional alchemy.

"With your talent, if you were to devote yourself to exploring the Alchemy Kingdom..."