Dragon Clan: Start by getting a simulator

No matter how others assure him that such a thing will not happen, he will not believe it. As long as it concerns the dragon clan, this old man who usually looks easy to talk to will transform into an avenger dominated by hatred. He only believes in himself.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with having Ange control the Japanese branch. Genjitsu doesn't want to take care of it anyway. With this Avenger around, there is no need to worry about the White King coming back to life. No matter how much trouble Herzog makes, he will no longer be a threat.

But the biggest problem is that Ange does not just represent himself, there is a secret party behind him, and it is a secret party that he cannot control.

Once the secret party knows Japan's secrets, they will not care whether the White King will revive or not. They will only try their best to divide up all the benefits, and Angers will not be able to stop them at all.

They will even revive the White King themselves. There are definitely many people in the secret party who truly want to evolve into pure-blooded dragons, and these guys will do anything to achieve their goals. As for the life and death of the Japanese branch, what does it have to do with them?

Is human life something precious? It is nothing but grass, and I don't care about it at all.

Genji still remembers the tragic ending of the last simulation, where everyone would die and things would become a mess.

That was a situation that Yuan Zhinu absolutely did not want to see.

She could believe that Ange had only a simple desire for revenge, but she did not believe the secret party behind Ange.

Therefore, the best solution is to control the Japanese branch in our own hands.

"Principal, thank you for helping me once before, but I'm sorry I can't do that in this case."

Ange looked at the girl in front of him with a puzzled look in his eyes: "I thought you had no reason to refuse."

"I won't interfere in your internal affairs. I can sense that you don't want to be the head of the family. Don't you yearn for freedom? Leave this mess to me, and you can live the life you want."

“This is indeed a very tempting proposal, but…”

Yuan Zhinu looked directly into the eyes of the handsome old man and said word by word: "I refuse."

Ange sighed softly: "This is really bad."

"To be honest, I don't want to be your enemy, and I admire you, but if you insist, I will have to use some violent means."

"I admit that you are very strong. I am no match for you in your prime, but you are seriously injured now. You cannot beat me."

"If we really fight, I may not be able to stop you. You might get hurt more seriously, or even die."

"So, have you thought it through, little girl?"

At this moment, the whole world fell silent, and everyone looked at the thin and skinny girl. Due to blood loss, her face was as pale as paper, and her body was a little shaky. She even had to lean on a long sword to support her body. Anyone could see that she had reached her limit.

But faced with such a threat, the girl smiled.

That smile was icy cold, full of mockery and sarcasm: "Principal, just because I give you face doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."

"Who do you think you are? You are just an ant that only showed up when I was injured. How dare you order me around?!"

Chapter 57 The Real Underworld Supreme

"I don't know where you get the confidence from, but if you think you can do whatever you want to me just because I'm injured, then you're going to be disappointed."

Yuan Zhinv slowly raised the long sword. Her arms were still shaking and her body was unsteady, but she still held the sword tightly in her hand.

The golden color burned in the dark eyes again, but the girl's face became paler and bright red blood flowed from her nostrils, but she didn't care and just wiped it away.

If you forcibly activate Yaki when you are at the end of your strength, this powerful word spirit will no longer be a help, but a burden that will madly consume your vitality.

But Genjitsu had no choice.

She knew better than anyone how powerful this handsome old man was. If he were allowed to successfully take charge of the Eight Snake Families, he would be a more difficult opponent than Tachibana Masamune.

After all, the worst outcome is death, and she is never afraid of death.

Ange sighed deeply, his expression showing a hint of regret.

“Students nowadays are so rebellious.”

Along with this sigh, his body moved suddenly.

Countless people were watching him, but they couldn't see clearly what movements he made. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from where he was.

The flow of time was adjusted, and the handsome old man approached the pale girl leisurely. No one could keep up with his speed. At this moment, the world seemed to have turned into a snail, so slow that it was ridiculous.

Yan Ling Time Zero.

Gen Chi-njo once had the experience card of this Word Spirit and was well aware of how terrifying this Word Spirit was. After all, Ange was old and his close combat was not even as good as Gen Chi-sei's.

If they were fighting fair and square, Gen Chitose could easily crush the old man even if she was seriously injured, but this old man had time zero.

Time seemed to have become a toy in his hands. Even the fastest attack became as slow as a snail. He just dodged casually and avoided the fatal knife from Yuan Zhinv.

In Yaqi's state, Ange could not kill Minamoto no matter what means he used. The legendary folding knife could barely break her scales, but that was all.

Unless the blow is fatal, even the most serious injury can be healed instantly, and Genji only needs to attack Ange once to send the old man to death on the spot.

Perhaps because he was aware of the difference in strength between the two sides, the principal did not easily use his killing move. He just dragged it out until Genjiro could no longer hold on.

No human can kill the Minamoto no Maiden when she uses the Yakima, but the price to pay for this ultimate word spirit is also very high. If it is the Minamoto no Maiden in her prime, Angé would simply give up appearing, but the timing now is too good.

After understanding the strength of Minamoto no Chijo, Angé understood that this might be his only chance to completely control the Japanese branch.

It was indeed taking advantage of someone's misfortune, but when he saw the girl walking out of the flames, Hilbert Jean Angers knew that he was no match for her.

There was no other half-blood in the world who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her. She was even more like the white monarch than a human.

But the world no longer needs a monarch.

His eyes were burning with a golden color, and the rose on his chest was blooming vigorously. At this moment, this handsome old man was as cold and hard as steel. He held the folding knife tightly in his hand, as if he was holding some faith.

The sharp light of the knife came towards her, and Yuan Zhinu could feel the cold murderous intent from the old man.

Her brain was becoming more and more dizzy, and the hand holding the knife was becoming heavier and heavier. She knew that there was no way to change the outcome, but she was still unwilling to give up. She was such a stubborn person, so she never refuted when Sakurai Kogure called her a fool.

But how can I give up? How can I give up a life that has been controlled from the beginning and whose end can be seen at a glance?

The small town where the roads become difficult to walk on when it rains, and the naive but determined dream of Gen Chisei to leave the small town when he was young, Eri who wants someone to accompany her, Sakurai Kogure who always stands behind her, and those foolish gangsters who firmly believe in the Snake Eight Clan.

If she gave up, all of this would be given up, so how could she give up?

There are always people who have to live their lives like this, carrying everything on their shoulders and moving forward until they really can't walk anymore.

Life without admitting defeat is so tiring. Now she can finally admit defeat because she is about to die.

But it doesn’t matter. The ultimate end for a samurai is death in battle, which is the most noble and glorious ending.

The long sword in her hand was knocked away, and Yuan Zhinv finally couldn't hold on and slowly fell down. Her eyes, which had turned dark again, looked at the dim sky and countless falling raindrops. Her body was as light as a bird, and it seemed that her soul was overflowing, and she felt relieved.

She could faintly hear the voices of Minamoto Chisei and Sakurai Kogure. They seemed to be calling her name, but at this moment the voices were as hazy and inaudible as if covered by a layer of fog.

The only sound left in the whole world was the sound of wind and rain. She seemed to have returned to the dry well, and this time it would be real death.

But just when she was about to accept this outcome calmly, a hand grabbed her. It was a mottled hand with bulging veins.

A black shadow leaped over from a distance, his windbreaker fluttering like a battle flag in the wind. He grabbed Genji's falling body with one hand and held the long sword falling from the air with the other hand.

The moment he gripped the cherry-red sword, brilliant lines appeared on the sword again, bright red sword light stretched out, and a bloody smell came to his face.

He swung his knife heavily, and the sharp blade light forced Ange back. He carefully picked up the seriously injured girl in his arms, and the black shadow turned his head and looked at Ange coldly.

"You old bastard, what's the point of bullying a wounded child?!"

Uesugi Yue, the ramen master, arrived at the last minute with the majesty of a gangster supreme.

He took off his ramen chef's uniform and the ridiculous turban, and put on a long windbreaker as dark as night. The travel bag behind him was filled with Japanese swords.

He was not very tall, but at this moment he looked like an emperor sitting on a high throne, looking down at his ministers kneeling on the ground. His eyes were as calm as water, but the water concealed a mighty storm.

For a time, even Ange was suppressed by his majesty. After all, Ange was only the leader of the secret party, while Uesugi Koshi was once the shadow emperor of Japan.

Once that kind of majesty that dominates all living beings is developed, it will never be forgotten, no matter if he has wasted decades on the craft of making ramen.

"Uesugi Yue." Angé steadied himself, his expression very complicated: "We haven't seen each other for decades, I never thought we would meet again at a time like this."

"Yeah, after all, I didn't expect you to be so shameless. You old beast, you have been living like a dog for so many years. Aren't you ashamed of bullying a child?"

He paused here, his eyes burning like molten gold, and he spoke word by word:

"Or do you think that my child has no one to support him?"

Chapter 58 You've Probably Been Cheated

The dark night seemed like an endless storm. Genji Heavy Industries not far away was still burning. Under the flames, everyone only saw that black shadow suddenly appear and turn the tide with just one sword.

Yuan Zhinv stared blankly at the guy who suddenly appeared. In her gradually blurred vision, she could only see the old man's solemn face.

"Didn't you go to France?" she murmured.

Uesugi Yue then realized that he was not here to show off his kingly demeanor, but that he had something important to tell him. So he quickly picked up Minamoto and carried her horizontally, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I almost did something wrong again. It's my fault. I'm sorry, kid..."

At the same time, he yelled at Sakurai Kogure: "Where's the doctor? Find a doctor!"

The tall girl was so small in her arms. She was covered in blood and wounds, and her face was as white as a handful of first snow, as if it would melt completely at any time.

When she lost consciousness, Yuan Zhinu only heard the man saying sorry over and over again. His voice was hoarse and full of guilt, but she was too tired to say another word.

In the heavy rain, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

Uesugi Yue's old heart, which had been silent for decades, suddenly began to beat violently. Something tightly gripped his heart, and breathing became difficult at that moment.

"child!"

With a sudden force of his feet, Uesugi Yue ran wildly in the rain holding the pale girl in his arms. His expression was so panicked, as if he was about to lose his most precious treasure.

"Young girl..."

Watching the old man's figure gradually disappear, Gen Chisei tried hard to catch up, but was stopped by Sakurai Kogure.

The charming girl had a frosty face and said only one word to him: "Get lost."

Yuan Zhisheng felt as if he was hit by a huge hammer, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

He stared blankly at the evil ghosts of the fierce ghost group who all hurriedly followed Sakurai Kogure and left. Everyone looked worried, and this battle that should have been tense ended quietly.

The family executives who escaped the disaster also looked very confused at this moment. In the wind and rain, someone walked to Yuan Zhisheng's side.

Yuan Zhisheng turned around and saw Angé with an expressionless face.

The handsome man put away his folding knife. He seemed to have turned into the elegant educator again. With a gentlemanly demeanor, he silently watched the backs of those people leaving.

"Principal, am I wrong?"

Staring blankly at the darkness in front of him and letting the rain hit his face and body, Yuan Zhisheng doubted himself for the first time in his life.

"After so many years, you still haven't figured it out, Zhisheng."

The old man looked at his confused student, and said with a hint of regret: "Do you remember the question you asked me at the beginning? You asked me how much a person can pay for justice."

"What you think of as justice is justice that transcends individuals, absolute justice. Benedict said that 'righteousness' is the highest principle of the Japanese. For the sake of justice, one can betray, kill, and deceive."

"As long as this person is following the great principles, then no one in the world can deny him. But unfortunately, as your teacher, I do not recognize your great principles."

"There is no justice in this world that is above the individual. For some people, revenge is justice, for others, protection is justice. If your sister's happiness is the most important thing in your heart, then she is your justice."

"You feel like you have paid a price for justice, and you feel pain because the justice you follow is not what you really want in your heart. You follow the 'great justice' taught to you by others, not your own heart."

"How long can a person live, and how much can he or she possess? Each of us lives for ourselves. The so-called absolute justice is just a term people use to cover up hatred and desire. If you really believe in this kind of thing, then you are really naive."

Lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating the two people's faces with a pale light. A few seconds later, thunder rolled in, like the sound of war drums at the end of the world.

Looking at the absent-minded boy in front of him, Ang Qing couldn't help but think of the pale girl.

They look so similar, but their personalities are so different.

When her brother was still naive, her sister had already shouldered everything alone.

She is so cold and fierce, but she is stubborn in her bones. She will do what she has decided to do. Even if she is covered in bruises, she will never bow her head for help. Even if she hits a wall, she will keep going.

Faced with this stubborn child, looking at that stubborn face, you feel angry and helpless, but you can't control the pain in your heart.

In the dark night, Angé sighed deeply. He reached out and patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, then handed him a stack of information.

"Look, these are the secrets that I have found out over the years. You may have really been deceived."

Yuan Zhisheng opened the information with trembling hands, and his face gradually turned pale.