From Hokage to Visionary

Chu Zihang was silent for a while, then uttered, "Anyway, I will protect you."

However, Xia Mi still looked like she had lost all hope in life. She stood up shakily and walked towards the door: "I want to be quiet. You stay alone."

After walking out of the door, Xia Mi leaned against the wall of the corridor, with a strange look in her eyes, and said to herself: "Why do you want me to go? Has my identity been discovered? But it shouldn't be. If it is exposed, I should be the target now."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 342 Want Power? Then Drink It!

"elder brother."

Someone was calling softly in the darkness.

It's really annoying. You know, he didn't fall asleep until the early morning. Can he be quiet in the middle of the night?

The man in the dream frowned and complained silently in his heart.

"elder brother."

The childish voice shouted again.

Your brother is not here, please stop shouting and be considerate of those who suffer from insomnia!

As if he had heard his inner thoughts, the child felt aggrieved and whispered, "Brother, I'm leaving now."

The voice gradually faded away, as if it was really going to leave, but the man couldn't bear it. He turned over and sat up helplessly, scratching his messy hair: "Okay, okay, what's the name of your unreliable brother? Where does he live? I'll take you there!"

But in fact, he did not wake up from his dream, but came to a bronze house with birds singing and flowers blooming.

"There are a lot of people outside, brother." The boy said timidly, "They have discovered me."

On the lawn, the sun was warm. He sat on the ground, dressed in white, as bright as the moon. He looked at the child in white sitting opposite him and said naturally, "Don't be afraid, Constantine."

"I'm not afraid. I won't be afraid when I'm with my brother." Constantine opened his big dark eyes and said seriously, "But why don't you eat me? If you eat me, my brother will be able to break through any cage."

The man in white was silent for a moment, then said insincerely, "But that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I would be together."

"No, brother, I will become one with you, and then we will never be separated again." The boy smiled.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer"

The man in white had sadness in his eyes, and he lowered his head as if to hide it. “Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to travel alone.”

"Will my brother eat me then?" asked the boy.

"Will do."

The man in white nodded slightly, his voice full of cold authority: "By then, you will be with me, ruling the world!"

"I'm leaving, brother." The boy stood up, looked outside, and said, "Someone will come in soon. Come back soon, brother. I'll be waiting for you here until you eat me, and then we can rule the world together!"

"Constantine."

The man in white was chanting his name, and a flame appeared before his eyes.

The city was crying in the blazing flames. Thick black smoke covered the sky and it looked like the end of the world. Countless charred people were running in the fire. Thousands of arrows fell from the sky. A huge plaque fell while burning, with two ancient characters - Baidi - engraved on it!

In the center of the city, there was a flagpole, and the child was hung on the top with his eyes closed.

The blood flowed down the flagpole, lighting the streets like flames. The raging flames in the entire city seemed like a grand funeral held for Him!

The man in white felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. Looking at the sacrificed child, the flames of anger burned, dyeing his pupils a fiery gold.

"Constantine."

He shouted the name in anger, then swung his ferocious and terrifying claws towards the sky and the burning city.

Suddenly, the man woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, breathed rapidly, and his body was wet with cold sweat.

The noise of the train passing by outside the window seemed to pull him back to reality from his dream, reminding him that everything just now was fake and he was just an ordinary person.

However, that inexplicable voice always lingers deep in my mind.

"Constantine."

The man with the messy hair had a dazed look in his eyes, and he had an impulse to go somewhere to see the child.

This is ridiculous. They are clearly people in a dream and everything should be false. However, the throbbing deep in his heart and the obsession that came from nowhere drove him to go.

Five whole days had passed since Pompey had stayed alone in the luxurious presidential suite.

During that time, no one was allowed to come in, and a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung at the door. If the hotel manager had not come up several times to check the situation in the room, he would probably have thought that the distinguished guest inside had an accident or had died in the room.

The reason why Pompey was so obsessed was the black leather book "The King in Yellow" left behind by the man named Zaratul who claimed to be the leader of the secret order.

The yellow mark on the black cover was like three twisted tentacles, deeply engraved in his mind.

Moreover, ever since watching "The King in Yellow", Pompeii felt as if he was pulled into an ambiguous, dreamlike drama, listening to the whispers from the dream.

The experience of constantly sinking into dreams almost drove Pompeii crazy.

Every time, he warned himself not to look through that strange book again, but every night when it came, he couldn't control himself and wanted to immerse himself in the dream that "The King in Yellow" wove for him, which was like a dream and full of strange scenes.

At the edge of the ancient city ruins, he gazed at the quiet and deep lake, and then under the illumination of black stars and moonlight, an indescribable object rose from the lake.

Day after day, the dream repeats itself.

He tried to get rid of the dream, but failed every time.

The nameless being that rose from the lake moved its huge body like a mountain. It came in front of him and stared at him quietly with its scarlet pupils.

Pompeii seemed to be able to peek into the mysteries of the starry sky through those huge scarlet eyes, but every time he woke up, he would forget everything.

It's like a person who is deeply addicted to drugs and has experienced the ultimate pleasure. When he wakes up and returns to reality again, he can no longer bear this empty and boring world.

This feeling was enough to drive him crazy!

The extravagant and luxurious presidential suite was left with traces of destruction everywhere.

The walls were in a mess, with cracks like those torn by the claws of wild beasts, expensive ornaments that had been violently smashed, and shredded furniture.

Pompey, who used to be so elegant and graceful like a nobleman, now looked like a homeless man on the street, with a decadent look, messy blond hair, deep eye sockets, and sea-blue pupils filled with hideous bloodshot veins, just like a crazy drug addict.

At this moment, a figure in a yellow robe appeared like a ghost.

"Is it you? Zaratul!"

Pompeii stared at the figure with bloodshot eyes and roared ferociously: "What did you do to me? Why can't I get rid of that dream!"

"I should have said it, Mr. Pompey, that you are the 'chosen one'."

Zaratul sat on the sofa, with a deep smile on his bearded face: "That dream was not malicious. You should know exactly what you saw, right?"

"But I don't remember anything!" Pompey looked painful, his ten fingers dug deep into his hair, his eyes red. "Yes, I saw it. The scene in the dream was magnificent and strange, as if it contained all knowledge. But every time I woke up, I didn't remember anything!"

"That's because you haven't accepted the 'blessing' yet, Mr. Pompey."

'Zaratul' took out a crystal bottle from his shattered yellow robe, which contained a sticky liquid.

Under the light, the viscous liquid in the crystal bottle seemed to be wriggling like a living thing, flowing with a star-like luster, and rising and falling like a storm or tsunami.

"This is..." Looking at the bottle of strange liquid, Pompey's eyes were deeply attracted, and his heart was filled with desire and throbbing.

"A blessing. Or, you could call it a 'magic potion'."

Zaratul shook the crystal bottle, handed it over, and chuckled, "Mr. Pompey, do you want power? Power that surpasses the Black King Nidhogg, and even all life. If you want it, then drink this bottle of magic potion, it will allow you to go deeper into that dream."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 343 A Different Lu Mingfei

The Regent Hotel is considered the most luxurious hotel in this coastal city.

The global chain and five-star rating are enough to deter most people. The magnificent lobby decoration makes Lu Mingfei feel like a country bumpkin coming to the city.

If it were in the past, he might have felt very nervous, afraid that he might not do something right and then look embarrassed and pitiful.

But, ever since I saw the majestic and magnificent "Corpse Church" in that dream, my whole state of mind and knowledge have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Brother, I'm glad to see your changes." In a place where no one could see, the little devil was sitting on the fountain sculpture in the middle of the hall with his legs crossed, supporting his cute face with one hand, smiling, "You are much more pleasing to the eye than before. Maybe Chen Wenwen will really fall in love with you like this~"

"Stop teasing me, Lu Mingze."

Looking at the little devil with a playful face, Lu Mingfei sighed and said softly: "Chen Wenwen, if you don't say it, I will almost forget this person."

"Haha, it seems that the special training is quite effective?" Lu Mingze asked with interest.

"Can you please stop bringing up that nonsense, Lu Mingze?" Lu Mingfei shuddered as if he was allergic to something, and said tremblingly, "I don't want to experience that kind of special training again."

During the chat, the hotel waiter came up and looked at the plainly dressed boy. Although she was a little confused, her good professional ethics made her not look down on anyone, so she said respectfully: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I'm going to the meeting room on the executive floor." Lu Mingfei smiled and said softly, "I have an appointment with someone to meet there. Please help me get there."

The boy has a delicate appearance and temperament, and his seemingly gentle tone contains a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Even his plain clothes could not conceal the arrogance flowing in the boy's bones. The hotel waiter had seen many important figures, including politicians, senior officials, and business elites, but without exception, they were not as good as the boy in front of him. It seemed that as long as he stood there, he was the center of the world.

After being stunned for half a second, the hotel waiter became more cautious and respectfully extended his hand to lead the way: "Okay, please follow me~"

Executive floor, conference hall.

Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang, Zhao Menghua, Liu Miaomiao, and some students from Shilan Middle School were sitting on chairs outside the conference hall, waiting for the next interview.

I almost forgot to mention that this was arranged by Kassel College. In name, they would invite some students from Shilan Middle School to the Regent Hotel for an interview, and those who were qualified would go to the United States. Of course, Lu Mingfei, who knew the truth, was very clear that such a grand ceremony was only arranged for him.

As for Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang, Zhao Menghua, Liu Miaomiao and others, they are just "supporting roles" in this drama.

As for Lu Mingfei, who arrived last, he sat down on the last chair very naturally, slowly closed his eyes, and planned to take a short rest.

After all, just two hours ago, he finally escaped from the 'nightmare'.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, why are you here in school uniform?" Chen Wenwen looked at the somewhat 'sloppy' Lu Mingfei, frowned slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

However, Lu Mingfei lowered his head, as if he was really asleep, and ignored her.

"Lu Mingfei? Don't sleep anymore, the examiner will be out soon!"

Chen Wenwen frowned, a little worried that she would be affected, so she poked the boy next to her with her elbow: "What did you do last night? Did you stay out all night again?"

"Leave me alone, let me get some sleep."

Lu Mingfei muttered without even raising his head.

"You are being taken for granted. I don't care about you anymore!"

Chen Wenwen turned her head away angrily. She felt that the boy seemed a little different, but she couldn't tell exactly what was different.

But Zhao Menghua couldn't stand it anymore. He had always been interested in Chen Wenwen, and now seeing the "goddess" being bullied by a "loser", he could not sit still anymore. He stood up from his chair, straightened his newly bought brand-name suit, and strode towards Lu Mingfei.

"Zhao Menghua?"

Seeing Zhao Menghua flash past, Liu Miaomiao was obviously stunned for a moment.

Zhao Menghua came to Lu Mingfei's seat, stretched his neck like a proud swan, and tried his best to show the demeanor of a nobleman. He imagined the mature and handsome appearance in his mind and said in a deep voice: "Lu Mingfei, you are too rude, aren't you? Don't you see that Chen Wenwen cares about you?"

But unfortunately, Lu Mingfei was too lazy to pay attention to him. It would be more accurate to say that he had no interest in arguing with a clown.

"Hey, Lu Mingfei, didn't you hear me?"

There was a 'goddess' sitting next to him. When Zhao Menghua saw that Lu Mingfei ignored him, he suddenly felt humiliated. His face turned red and he raised his voice.

"So noisy, are you a fly, Mr. Zhao?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't sleep because of the noise. He scratched his head, looked at Zhao Menghua speechlessly, and said, "If you want to show off your superiority, can you please go somewhere else? I'm not interested in you and Chen Wenwen, so please don't yell in front of me, okay?"

"you you."

Zhao Menghua's face turned red with anger, and he pointed at Lu Mingfei with a trembling hand.

"Lu Mingfei, you're going too far, aren't you?" Chen Wenwen said coldly as she joined the group of people who were denouncing her. "You came here dressed so shabbily, and you were even sleeping. What if that affects the examiner's evaluation of us? How come you don't consider others at all? You're too selfish, Lu Mingfei!"

"That's right, Lu Mingfei, you are too selfish!" Zhao Menghua seemed to have found a flaw and held on to it, saying, "Lu Mingfei, this is an elite college for interviews. How can a guy like you who is lagging behind in academic performance be able to participate in the interview like us? And you don't respect the interview at all. You'd better leave quickly and don't affect the impression of all of us in the examiner's mind, okay?"

"Ah, really?"

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to pay attention to them. He held his ear with his little finger, looking indifferent.

“Lu Mingfei! Can you please not be like this? I really hate you now!” Chen Wenwen used her ultimate move again, tears welling up in her eyes.

In the past, when she showed this expression, Lu Mingfei would beg for mercy and then do whatever she said.

"Lu Mingfei, look, Chen Wenwen is crying because of you!" Zhao Menghua took the opportunity to attack him, staring at him with unfriendly eyes: "Hurry up and apologize to Chen Wenwen, if you are still a man!"

But unfortunately, times have changed.