dragon raja

Specimen experiment

When he woke up, Lu Mingfei was in a classically decorated study room. He was lying on a leather couch, covered with a blanket, with a lotus-shaped crystal chandelier above his head and bookcases all around him.

Lu Mingfei sat up and looked around. The professor was taking a nap at the desk.

"Are you awake?" The sound of Lu Mingfei getting up woke up Professor Guderian, who raised his disheveled head from the table. "Where is this?"

Did we overturn? I just heard a loud rumbling sound and I thought the train hit the mountain. "Lu Mingfei was still frightened.

We have arrived at Kassel College Road. It was smooth all the way. How could we hit the mountain? You were so frightened during the admissions counseling that you went straight to the past, so you were carried off the train..." Professor Guderian said: There were also students who were surprised when they received admissions counseling before, but your reaction was unprecedented.

I'm not overreacting, I just... well, I just ran out of money and slept at the train station for three consecutive days, eating only three sandwiches during that time. Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his voice, but you said "dragon" on the train? The aristocratic university where I study abroad is a training school for dragon slayers? Please!"

"Are you so afraid of dragons..." Guderian spread his hands. "Are you so afraid of dragons?"

"I just think you're crazy, Professor. The way you talked to me just now... Have you seen The Terminator?" Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"I've seen it. It's the famous work of the Governor of California." Guderian didn't understand what he meant.

“Just like when John Connor’s mother told the police at the police station that she saw a robot that traveled back through time. It came from an era when humans were almost extinct, and the robot was holding a laser rifle and shooting everywhere…” Lu Mingfei nodded, “So… the police thought she was mentally ill…”

"Do you think I'm mentally ill?"

"Or I did."

“Well, we have prepared some proofs for the new students. Some of them have poor perception abilities…” Professor Guderian clapped his hands.

The door of the study room opened, and a middle-aged man with a face that said "I am Japanese" walked in quickly, holding a black suitcase in each hand, with silver metal edging, which looked quite sturdy and reliable. After he placed the two suitcases on the table, he bowed respectfully to Lu Mingfei and introduced himself in fluent Chinese, "My name is Masashi Toyama, a psychological counselor at Kassel College. I am very happy to meet our 'S' grade freshman. We haven't had an 'S' grade freshman for more than 40 years."

"I'm very happy. Can I ask who that 'S'-level freshman was from more than forty years ago? He was a peerless dragon-slaying master?" Lu Mingfei had begun to get used to speaking using these people's train of thought.

"Maybe he had a chance, but he committed suicide by shooting himself in his sophomore year of college, so there's no further news," Masashi Toyama confessed.

"Suicide by gunshot?"

"Because he had excellent grades and a sharp mind, he got stuck in some philosophical thinking difficulties when studying dragon encyclopedias. He couldn't find a way out and committed suicide. Later, we added a psychological instructor," said Masashi Toyama.

"Great," Lu Mingfei felt somewhat relieved. "Professor Guderian just said that I was rather slow."

"But you have potential! My dear student!" Professor Hamderian happily gave a thumbs up to Lu Mingfei and Toyama Masashi, obviously meaning that his student was the best. Lu Mingfei had no idea what he was so happy about.

"We brought two pieces of evidence that prove that dragons do exist in this world. Both of them are high-level cultural relics, and we borrowed them specially from the college archives." Masashi Toyama used the password and fingerprint to open the first suitcase. The suitcase was filled with black foam. After peeling off layer after layer of foam, Lu Mingfei saw a piece of black scale, about half the size of a palm, in a perfect shield shape, and the surface was as smooth as if it had been newly oiled, and the texture was clearly visible under the oily light.

"Pinch it." Masashi Toyama encouraged.

Lu Mingfei carefully picked up the scale and felt that it was fake. It felt a bit like steel, cold and tough, but very light. At this time, Toyama Masashi grabbed his hand and put something cold into his palm. Lu Mingfei was horrified. It turned out to be a pistol.

"Walter PPK pistol, caliber 7.65 mm, initial velocity 280 meters per second, effective range 50 meters. The guys in the equipment department have made some improvements to it. Now, you can try to shoot at the scale with it." Masashi Toyama took the scale and placed it on the windowsill.

"I know this gun... 007 also uses it." Lu Mingfei's face turned pale.

"Yes, it's that classic 007 pistol." Masashi Toyama covered his ears and said, "It's okay, just shoot, aim at the scales, not at us."

Lu Mingfei raised his gun with a bitter face, and according to what he had learned during military training in high school, he aimed at the scales, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang, Lu Mingfei felt as if he was hit by a sledgehammer in the chest and almost fainted. The recoil from the modified PPK made him feel as if he had just fired a cannon shell. He fell backwards and hit the sofa behind him, with stars in his eyes.

"So he's not the kind of student with excellent physical strength!" Toyama Masashi's surprised voice sounded in his ears, "Maybe I should bring an ordinary revolver."

"You modified this gun so that you can blow up the dragon's eye with one shot?"

"It can be considered a good gun only if it can leave marks on the fourth or fifth generation," said Masashi Toyama.

Lu Mingfei woke up with difficulty. The first thing he saw was the worried faces of Professor Guderian and Masashi Toyama. The second thing he saw was the black scale shaking in Masashi Toyama's hand. The black scale was flawless, with nothing leaving any marks on its surface. Lu Mingfei was very sure that he had hit the center of the scale with his shot.

A gun that is as powerful as an aircraft cannon can penetrate that scale.

"This is the dragon scale. It was discovered by Sven Hedin in the ancient city of Loulan in Xinjiang in 1900. He failed to recognize it, but found that it could not be damaged by fire or hammering, so he brought it back to Europe from China. Someone in Europe recognized it. That person was Mennecke Cassel. Now do you believe in the existence of dragons a little more?" said Masashi Toyama.

“Can’t it be high-tech?” Lu Mingfei was still being stubborn.

"Even titanium alloy made with nanotechnology can't block such a bullet, right?" Toyama Masashi said, "I have a Ph.D. in materials science from the University of Tokyo, you have to believe me."

Lu Mingfei thought that this place was not only full of crazy people, but also full of highly educated crazy people.

"Okay, then, the second proof is to use your eyes, not your brain." Toyama Masashi stood up and opened the second suitcase. A cylindrical glass bottle was brought to Lu Mingfei, just like the bottle that the teacher used to hold specimens in biology class.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth wide, as if he was struck by lightning. If Toyama Masashi put an orange in his mouth at this moment, he probably wouldn't notice.

Soaked in the yellowish formalin solution was an animal that looked very much like a lizard. It was yellowish-white, with a long, slender tail curled up, like a fetus in the womb. The scales on its body and the long whiskers around its mouth were slowly floating in the solution, and it looked as peaceful as a baby with its eyes closed. If it weren't for the two membrane wings spread out on the back of the thing, Lu Mingfei would have thought it was some kind of ancient lizard.

"This is a red dragon cub. It's not dead yet. Dragons are hard to die. Even if you kill it, it's only temporary. They will slowly recover in their sleep," said Masashi Toyama. "This is a rare specimen. It's usually difficult for humans to capture a complete dragon because the dragon's brain can sense the thought radiation of the human brain. They will either attack before humans get close or run away. This specimen was discovered in India in 1796. Fortunately, this red dragon cub was swallowed by a giant python when it was just hatched. Local farmers killed the giant python and got this cub from its stomach."

"Is it really not plastic?" Lu Mingfei's voice was filled with tears.

"Take a closer look at the details and the patterns on the scales. What kind of artist can make such a perfect plastic product?" Masashi Toyama brought the glass bottle close to Lu Mingfei's eyes.

Now Lu Mingfei was face to face with the red dragon cub through a half-centimeter-thick glass. Its membrane wings and long whiskers were fluttering in the solution, as if it was hovering in the clouds. If it was still alive, they could feel each other's breath, and it might spit out deadly flames and burn Lu Mingfei's face completely. Toyama Masashi was right, the details, the patterns, were too realistic. Only nature or gods could give birth to such things. They existed in the shadows of history, in the legends of different ethnic groups, in the limits of human imagination, and in this sealed glass bottle.

"Perfect, isn't it?" Masashi Toyama said in admiration.

"Perfect." Lu Mingfei murmured.

He stared at the hard nictitating membrane covering the dragon's eyes, and thought of the pair of golden eyes slowly opening in the darkness, as if the door to the world opened before his eyes.

The golden pupils opened, and suddenly the red dragon cub soaked in formalin solution opened its eyes. Its whole body trembled like a spasm, and it stretched its neck and roared at Lu Mingfei. With that roar, the burning dragon flame was ignited deep in its throat and sprayed out! It spread its wings with all its might, and was about to break through the restraints of the glass bottle. It woke up, with a cat-sized body, but with the majesty of a dragon.

Lu Mingfei lost the ability to scream and dodge, and the three of them were stunned, watching the ancient specimen come back to life before their eyes.

The tiny flame was extinguished immediately, and the formalin solution poured into the dragon cub's throat, causing it to cough painfully like a drowning man. At the same time, it failed to break through the glass bottle. It vibrated its membrane wings vigorously, but it didn't even leave a trace when it hit the glass wall. This revival that had accumulated for hundreds of years ended as quickly as it began. Soon, the dragon cub curled up again, regained its peace, and fell into hibernation again.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Lu Mingfei was finally able to scream and pointed at the glass bottle tremblingly.

"What's it called?" Professor Guderian murmured.

"Didn't you see it? Didn't you see it? It came back to life just now! It came back to life! A living dragon!" Lu Mingfei said loudly while shaking the stunned old man.

"I saw it," Professor Guderian turned to Teacher Toyama Masashi, "You saw it too, right?"

Masashi Toyama's face was as pale as an A4 printer paper. He just nodded, "Yes... But this is really not my wish. I didn't know it would wake up..." He suddenly raised his voice and almost screamed, "What's going on? Did the people in the archives make a mistake in labeling it? Its awakening date should be 2077! They will kill us by labeling it randomly! It just sprayed dragon fire! Dragon fire!"

"Fortunately, we replaced the nanomaterial container two years ago, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to hold on just now..." Professor Guderian said, "Its awakening date was calculated by Professor Manstein and I, so it shouldn't be wrong... unless it's a bloodline summon."

"Bloodline summons?" Toyama Masashi turned to look at Lu Mingfei, his eyes seemed to be sizing up a monster.

"Apart from the summoning of bloodline, what else could have caused the dragons to awaken early?" Professor Guderian suddenly regained his spirits and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder vigorously. "It is your powerful bloodline that summoned it, Lu Mingfei. Now you know how great a person you are, right?"

Lu Mingfei’s shoulders were about to collapse from being slapped by him. “What the hell? Don’t put this fatal accident on me! I didn’t do anything!”

"The Dragon Emperor can make humans submit simply by staring at him. You don't have to do anything because you are a dragon hybrid with next-generation abilities!" Professor Guderian's eyes were filled with ecstasy at seeing the Holy Child.

“What do you mean by mixed-blood? My father is a human, and my mother is also a human. Have you read too much Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? Do you think all Chinese people are born from humans and dragons?” Lu Mingfei couldn’t stand the old man’s gaze.

"No, no, they are indeed all human, but they are all dragon hybrids, so your bloodline contains a large proportion of dragon blood." Professor Zhengderian chuckled, "In fact, almost everyone in this academy is a dragon hybrid. You know about priorities, right? In addition to grades and potential, the most important factor that determines priority is bloodline class."

Lu Mingfei shuddered violently, feeling that Professor Guderian, who was standing in front of him, was like an old dragon, ready to spit deadly flames on his face at any time. What kind of place was this? A school of dragon hybrids, what was the difference between this place and a dragon's nest? And he felt like he was a little white rabbit in this lizard's nest. Fortunately, Professor Guderian said that he had a high proportion of dragon blood. Before coming here, his family, his life, and the girl he liked had nothing to do with dragons. Why was he, a good young mammal who grew up under the red flag, suddenly regarded as a reptile?

"But don't worry, the proportion of your dragon bloodline is not more than 50%. Students with more than 50% will not be admitted. Although their potential is far beyond that of ordinary people, their dragon bloodline will slowly assimilate them into dragon followers." Professor Guderian said.

"So do you have a grudge against dragons?"

"The entire human race has a grudge against the dragon race, not just us," Professor Guderian pondered for a moment, "But these will be explained in detail in your introductory course on the dragon family genealogy. Your teacher will be Professor Manstein, our most outstanding instructor in dragon theory. Now that you know about the existence of the dragon race and understand the purpose of our academy, can we start choosing courses now?"

"Is it too late to drop out of school now?" Lu Mingfei shrugged his head.

"Your parents will be very disappointed... And the agreement you just signed includes a 'memory cleansing' item. If you drop out of school, this memory will have to be cleansed. You have already glimpsed the real world. Do you really want to quit like this?"

"There are dragons in the real world, but not in our world..." Lu Mingfei said.

"The real world doesn't just exist with dragons. That world is so vast that you can't even imagine it. Compared to it, the world you knew before is just as small as a grain of rice on the wilderness," said Masashi Toyama.

"Anyway, if I choose to be a grain of rice, I will have to lose my memory, right?" Lu Mingfei cried. But his heart was moved. The real world is just a grain of rice. People living in a grain of rice will never know the vastness of the wilderness. In the center of that vast wilderness, the Dragon King stands tall. After you have seen that real, vast world, are you willing to shrink back into a grain of rice?

"It's not just amnesia," Professor Guderian patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder from behind. "Think about it. Your parents are of dragon blood, your uncle and aunt don't like you, and you obviously have no other strengths. If you lose your memory and are sent back to China, you have to repeat a year to take the college entrance examination. Can you imagine how miserable your life would be?"

This old man who seemed to be quite stupid hit the weakness in Lu Mingfei's heart accurately. His slight yearning for the grand world and his great fear of repeating the college entrance examination instantly overwhelmed him. He had no principles to stick to. He was originally a person with no sense of existence.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand, "Okay, I agree to take the course."

"My suggestion is that you choose 'Introduction to Dragon Family Genealogy', 'Magic Mechanical Design Level 1', and 'Alchemical Chemistry Level 1' as your major courses. For foreign languages, I suggest you take 'Old Norse'. For physical education classes, you can choose 'Tai Chi' and 'Physical Fitness'. In this way, you will get thirteen credits. Thirteen class hours a week are not too many. The dean said that your parents called to ask them to raise their expectations of you. If you follow the schedule I arranged, you will soon master the core knowledge of the dragon clan. I want you to become the second well-deserved 'S'-level student in Kassel College in more than 40 years!" Professor Guderian was obviously well prepared, with excitement flashing in his old eyes.

"What kind of parents don't understand their children... Do they think I'm a genius? What is Old Norse? Can you tell me what it is?" Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, "Okay, I want to ask directly, if I fail the exam... what will happen?"

"Retaking the course is just retaking the course. Unless there are special circumstances, Kassel Academy will not expel students. Some students have failed courses for several years or even decades, but they are still taking make-up exams, right?" Professor Guderian said in a comforting tone, "Do you remember Fingel? He has been in the fourth grade for four years, but he has never passed the thesis defense... In fact, I think the topic he chose for the dragon nervous system was a bit too profound... So he kept taking exams."

Lu Mingfei thought that this was not a comfort at all, it was simply a naked threat.

"Be happy. At least as I promised, you can be exempted from Chinese." Professor Guderian saw Lu Mingfei's uneasiness and encouraged him with a fist, "Believe that you are the best! You are the unprecedented 'S' grade. The principal specially appointed me as your instructor."

"Okay, I agree, I'll sign, I'll sign everything. There's one last question left, why do you have to take Chinese? Why do you all speak Chinese?" Lu Mingfei said.

"That's why our college, which has never recruited students from Asia, has reserved a place for Chinese students this year," Professor Guderian and Toyama Masashi exchanged glances, "because this time the Dragon King Norton is sleeping in China. Kassel College has made modern Chinese a compulsory course since the year before last, because each of you has the mission of going deep into the heart of China to kill the Dragon King!"

"No wonder you were assigned a job after graduation...If someone else teaches you these things, they will be considered crazy." Ming Fei sighed.

"Yes, according to the documents you have signed, we have also paid for your medical insurance!" said Professor Guderian.

"You guys are dragon slayers, how can you survive without medical insurance? What's the maximum amount of insurance? 50 million US dollars?"

"Your body will be flown back to China for free..."

"What?" Lu Mingfei's eyes were as big as copper bells, his head was buzzing, thinking about a body covered with a white sheet being found off the plane, with a label on the head with a familiar name written on it - "Lu Mingfei".