Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 24 The Only Condition

Gungnir, the spear that always hits its mark, was a legend that Xia Mi had also heard of.

However, she strongly suspected that this was an alchemical weapon forged by one of her brothers or sisters.

And naturally attached to it are the powers and authority held by the other party.

But... let's leave it at that!

Xia Mi threw a punch, striking the very tip of the spear.

In an instant, Gungnir's spear trembled. A crack burst forth from the spot where it had just been struck, then rapidly spread across the entire spear shaft, until in a flash the spear was covered with cracks resembling a spider web.

This is the power she possesses as the Queen of the Earth and the Mountains.

In her eyes, everything is nothing more than a plane composed of points and lines. As long as she finds the key, she can cause the greatest destruction with minimal force.

But seeing the effect her punch had, Xia Mi felt no joy whatsoever; in fact, her expression gradually became serious. Because if it were a weapon forged by the Dragon King, it would be impossible for it not to withstand her punch.

So what exactly went wrong? She couldn't figure it out.

Various thoughts flashed through her mind, but now was not the time to worry about them.

Xia Mi dodged forward with a swift movement, avoiding the tentacles that attacked from behind.

"Who are you?" the strange man, whose face was covered by a black mask, asked in a deliberately hoarse voice.

Xia Mi, who was also concealing her body, had no intention of revealing her true identity to him.

As the Dragon King, she had a keen sense of Nibelungen.

Just after she smashed the Gungnir, which she wasn't sure was a replica, she could feel that the Nibelungen was beginning to close. If she didn't leave now, it would be very troublesome to leave later.

She silently shielded the two Death Servants around her, then, without looking back, leaped several times and disappeared into the distant wilderness.

Lu Mingfei used his tentacles to knock away the two attacking Deadpools. Even if he wanted to chase after them, the current situation did not allow him to continue.

He could sense that something seemed to be wrong with the world.

The distant mountains that served as the backdrop were now half-blurred, so we couldn't linger there any longer.

However, before leaving, he had one more important thing to do.

Lu Mingfei turned around, looked at the Dead Servants gradually waking up in front of him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

These are all highly effective tonics.

……

Four years after Typhoon Dandelion passed through, another storm has hit this small town.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, the city's emergency response system had no time to react.

Fortunately, after expending a great deal of manpower and resources, the rain stopped and the relevant departments conducted a survey and found that there were no reports of casualties.

The only noteworthy incident was when several students at a middle school stayed out too late with club activities, and by the time they wanted to leave school, the torrential rain had blocked their way out.

Due to the storm, almost half the city lost signal, leaving them stranded on the isolated island of the high school.

After a cold and hungry night, they were eventually rescued.

However, one of the male students, surnamed Zhao, seemed to be timid by nature. After being rescued from being trapped at the school all night, he became somewhat mentally unstable and started talking nonsense, saying that he had seen Odin and received divine revelation...

He was then rushed to a mental hospital.

His family is quite powerful, and I heard that they have already taken the middle school to court over this matter.

For a time, major newspapers in the city, and even people from the province, came to interview and report on it, and it became a topic of conversation for many citizens.

However, since neither side wanted to escalate the matter, it gradually subsided after a short period of time.

But this is only the visible disturbance; in reality, the storm is far more complex than it appears.

Various mixed-race organizations around the world learned through their respective channels that a large-scale elemental disorder had occurred in a certain part of the country.

Historically, every time such news appears, it signifies the emergence of at least one next-generation species, and it is even highly likely to be one of the four kings of the first generation.

This made many mixed-race individuals who claimed their families to be dragon-slaying clans eager to try. They booked plane tickets to China almost immediately, all rubbing their hands together as if they were going on a picnic rather than to slay dragons.

This is understandable, though. In the distant era of heroic epics, hybrids often paid a heavy price to fight dragons, and every dragon-slaying family had a path paved with blood and lives.

However, with satellites in space and missiles launched, technological advancements have made slaying dragons no longer as simple and brutal as before. They now have more options, more weapons, and a greater chance of winning.

Thus, what should have been a serious and meticulously prepared dragon-slaying expedition was turned into a spring outing by these second-generation hybrids.

The influx of so many foreigners into this small town in such a short period of time has prompted local officials to focus on tourism.

The original urban construction plan was shelved, and various designs for antique-style buildings were drawn up overnight, thus unfolding a magnificent tourism blueprint.

But Lu Mingfei didn't pay any attention to any of this. He continued to live the same life as before, except that he went to school less often.

That rainy night a few weeks ago.

He, Chen Wenwen, and Zhao Menghua were vomited out by the Nibelungen, but they ended up in the activity room of Shilan Middle School, where Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao were unconscious on the ground, unharmed.

Then Lu Mingfei, the first one to wake up, left.

He wasn't worried about Chen Wenwen revealing what happened in Nibelungen, because doing so would only make outsiders think she was mentally disturbed and would end up in a mental hospital like Zhao Menghua.

Inside the living room, Lu Mingfei had just finished his cultivation. The tentacles behind him, composed of black fluid, had increased significantly in speed and power compared to before.

If we're going by the hierarchy of the so-called hybrid world, then I should be...

Lu Mingfei assessed his own strength.

He divided each level into four levels: beginner, minor success, major success, and perfection.

He should be at the peak of S-rank now.

However, according to the information provided by Mai Shude, if they were to encounter a hybrid with some abnormal verbal powers, it would be uncertain who would win or lose.

According to her, the world beyond S-rank is no longer a realm that hybrids can even begin to explore; it belongs to the dragons.

Unfortunately, the Nibelungen region was closed down too quickly.

Otherwise, if we were to include that eight-legged celestial horse and the so-called god-king Odin...

Lu Mingfei shook his head and clicked his tongue in regret, since saying anything more now would be pointless.

Let's be honest, steady, and work hard to improve our own strength.

Just then, his computer beeped with a message notification. A new message had been sent by someone with a cat-like avatar and the nickname "Red-Haired Witch":

"Road God! I request admission!"

Admission...

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly as he looked at the new message.

……

On the outskirts of the city, in a desolate forest.

Nono picked up her phone and glanced at it. About 10 minutes had passed since she sent the message, but the other party still hadn't replied. This made her feel irritable and even a little angry.

After all, she had been working as an intern teaching assistant here for several weeks in order to win Lu Mingfei back.

Even though she had reported Lu Mingfei's suspected problems, the college decided to continue with the status quo.

Even her mentor, Professor Rundstedt, had recently hinted in a transoceanic phone call that if Lu Mingfei didn't come to the academy, then she didn't need to come back either.

What's going on? It's just an S-class.

For the first time, Nono realized what the strict hierarchy of mixed-race people meant.

Does that mean that S-class can do whatever they want?

"What are you daydreaming about, Nuonuo?" A puzzled voice sounded from beside her.

"Oh, it's nothing, Professor." Nono pouted. "I really didn't expect the academy to send you again this time."

"Of course, I volunteered for it," Guderian chuckled.

"I won't give up until I've recruited such an outstanding student as Mingfei." He raised his fist, looking serious.

Mentioning the name Lu Mingfei gave Nono a headache again.

If it weren't for him, she should be skiing in Alaska right now.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this several times before her emotions finally calmed down.

"Don't forget the important matter, Professor."

"Oh, right, it's important." Guderian snapped out of his thoughts about how to take Lu Mingfei away.

Their sudden arrival in this suburb must have been for a purpose.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the woods ahead, and then several burly foreign men carried out a stretcher.

"This is your discovery?" Guderian was quite surprised. You see, he came here under the dual orders of the academy and the board of directors. They were naturally aware of the elemental disorder occurring in this part of the country, so they specially sent him as an advance team to investigate the situation.

The academy also specially assigned a team of tough guys from the school's administrative department, all of whom were elite retired special forces soldiers.

As the largest organization in the hybrid world, the academy's advanced technology is far ahead of the rest of the world, which is why he found this core area of ​​elemental disorder before his hybrid kin.

However, to everyone's surprise, the school janitors who were sent out to collect clues brought back a person.

"This is what we found in the central area," the burly man in the lead explained.

Guderian walked up to the man.

The other person seemed to be badly injured, his whole body looked as if it had been burned, and blood was constantly seeping from a large hole in his shoulder.

"Should we call the police, Professor?" Nono asked tentatively as she followed.

But Guderian's expression turned grave, and he shook his head: "No, you see."

He pulled the man's arm off the stretcher, revealing a crooked, grotesque mark of the World Tree etched on his wrist.

Nono was familiar with this symbol, as it was the emblem of Kassel College—the half-dead World Tree.

But how did this thing end up on this man's wrist?

"This has escalated beyond our control," Guderian said sternly. "I'm calling the principal right now."

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

Almost simultaneously, the call was answered, as if the other party had been waiting for this call for a long time.

"What is it, Guderian?" A deep, elegant voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding like an old nobleman in a suit and walking stick from an old movie.

But that's true. Nono had heard some rumors about the headmaster. He was said to be a graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge, and had lived for almost a century. It was safe to say that there was no gentleman older than him in the world.

"Headmaster." Guderian greeted the voice with utmost respect. Although he was over fifty, he acted as obediently as a schoolboy being lectured.

"We found a person at the heart of the elemental chaos, bearing the academy's insignia."

Suddenly there was no sound from the other end of the phone.

Guderian waited quietly, knowing that the principal was looking up information for Norma.

More than half of Kassel College graduates join the executive department, essentially guaranteeing job placement after graduation, with their workplaces located all over the world.

Some are drinking coffee on the banks of the Seine in France, investigating the theft of alchemical artifacts, while others are exploring ancient relics from dragons in the tropical rainforests of South America.

It wouldn't be surprising if a specialist happened to be assigned to investigate something unusual here.

"I haven't found any missions assigned to this location in Norma's database," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

Guderian frowned after hearing this. If that were the case, it wouldn't make sense.

"Bring him back first," the principal decided. "I'll send a private plane to pick you up."

"Yes." Seeing that the other party had made a decision, Guderian felt relieved. After all, if the person was transported to the academy, it would have nothing to do with him anymore.

But then, the phone rang again: "How's our S-class student Lu Mingfei? Has he agreed to enroll?"

This... Guderian was momentarily speechless.

For the past few weeks, no matter how much Nuonuo threatened or bribed him, Lu Mingfei remained unmoved. Even after he made several phone calls and sent emails every day, all he received was a cold "received".

This reminded him of a female classmate he had pursued when he was young. He did the same thing back then, except in the end... the female classmate got together with a blond art student from the neighboring college.

Thinking about this, and considering his current situation, Guderian suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Principal." But at that moment, Nono suddenly squeezed next to him.

"Class S has accepted our invitation to enroll."

Guderian, who had just been feeling sentimental about spring and autumn, almost jumped up from the spot upon hearing this.

"What? This is wonderful!" His tenure was in sight!

Being a simp really works! If you lick him enough, you'll get everything you want in the end.

He could almost see his female classmate from years ago looking back at him every few steps, then rushing towards him to throw herself into his arms.

However, after glancing at the message she had just received on her phone, Nono said with a strange expression, "But there's a condition for S-rank."

"What are your conditions? Tell me quickly, and I'll agree to anything," Guderian said instinctively.

The principal's voice rang out on the phone in his hand: "I will try my best to meet any conditions, as long as Mingfei is willing to come."

"He wants to be the principal," Nono said slowly.