Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 159 The Truth
Darkness enveloped Lu Mingfei like a cocoon soaked in pine resin.

The first thing to recover was hearing—the sound of some kind of liquid dripping, the intervals as precise as a pendulum, but each sound was separated by a thick layer of frosted glass.

My eyelids felt heavier than I expected, as if someone had welded my eyelashes shut with molten lead.

A cold, damp sensation came from his right fingertips, and a metallic taste wafted from deep in his throat. The scraping pain as he swallowed made Lu Mingfei realize that this body hadn't been active for a long time.

wake up.

wake up.

wake up!

Although his consciousness was still very blurry, a certain impulse and emotion lingering in his heart urged Lu Mingfei to wake up.

surprise.

surprised.

fear.

He couldn't describe the essence of that feeling, but he only knew that he had to wake up, wake up, and then...
He explained the situation to Lu Mingze.

call!!--)----------

Stand up suddenly.

With his hands resting on the bed, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, Lu Mingfei was panting heavily.

Then the light began to enter his eyes.

The smart glass along the window frame is displaying a pale blue reading, projecting the air quality index of Night City as a floating watermark.

Through reinforced glass, neon billboards vie for attention on the surface of skyscrapers hundreds of meters away, displaying rotating holographic logos of sushi restaurants, tuna sashimi, and promotional text in a mix of English and Japanese.

A vibrant, futuristic city.

这 是
Night City?
I'm back?

how is this possible.

I shouldn't have stayed in the Dragon Raja world for that long!

and many more.

Lu Mingfei should have noticed this from the beginning: the time travel was determined by the countdown Lu Mingze set for himself, but that countdown was never confirmed to be the passage of physical time. What if it was "perceived time"?

Ultimately, time is a non-existent concept. If time is defined with Lu Mingfei as the anchor, then...
The time spent within Kazama Ruri's illusion will also be counted towards the 'return journey' time.

In the post-apocalyptic city of his nightmare, Lu Mingfei did indeed survive alone for a considerable period of time, constantly evading the black dragon's pursuit and even attempting to directly search for Lu Mingze's existence.

Did Lu Mingze deliberately let himself be dragged down by hallucinations?

Does he no longer want to stay in the Dragon Clan world?

why.

The doubts were resolved, but more doubts arose.

"Lu Mingze! Are you there?!"

Lu Mingfei jumped out of bed and shouted at the surroundings.

Even without any signs of life, he was certain that Lu Mingze could hear his voice.

"I already know about our relationship! But tell me! What exactly is this Night City?!"

Why is the 'return trip' from Night City determined by Lu Mingfei's 'perceived time'?

"Tell me, what exactly did we go through in that part of my memory that I don't have!"

Why did Zero treat me that way? Why would you help your own Relic?

"Hey! Come out here! Why are you lying! Why! ————————"

【Why.】

—The curse of not dying has been lifted for you~
—Brother, do you want to make a trade?

—This isn't the first time I've lost to you, brother. I'm not even ashamed!
Why would you help me to this extent?

There was no echo in the empty room.

After a brief silence, Lu Mingfei plopped back down on the bed and slowly lowered his head.

My fist clenched, my arm trembled, and then—

bass!
He swiftly reached for his belt, pulled out a scalpel, and in a flash of silver light, aimed the sharp, arcing tip at Lu Mingfei's temple!

kang!!--!--

But
blocked.

The arm was suspended in mid-air, as if it had been grabbed by an invisible arm in the air, with the sharp blade resting half an inch in front of the temple.

"Brother, are you crazy?"

And then the little devil appeared.

Lu Mingze stood beside Lu Mingfei, the tip of his leather shoe only two fingers' width from Lu Mingfei's sneakers.

He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand gripping Lu Mingfei's arm.

His irises were abnormal, more violent and bloodthirsty than usual.

"So you've finally decided to come out." Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, but slowly loosened the pressure on his hand, put down the knife, and Lu Mingze cooperated by swinging his arm away.

"After all, I am your dearest, dearest, dearest brother. I can't bear to see my own brother harm himself." Lu Mingze tried to squeeze out his usual tone, shrugged, and made the small movements a bit lighter and more relaxed.

"Self-harm?"

But Lu Mingfei clearly didn't give Lu Mingze that chance.

"This is your body, isn't it? Can it be considered self-harm?"

A cold, indifferent voice. This is something you would almost never hear from these two brothers.

Even the electronic ghost and the legendary mercenary did indeed become true 'brothers' without realizing it.

Even if he doesn't remember the past, Lu Mingfei trusts Lu Mingze completely.

But everything now made him angry.

Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei stared at each other. Those molten gold eyes might overwhelm any ordinary mixed-race person, but they couldn't make Lu Mingfei, this outcast, submit.

".Why."

Only half a moment later, he sighed.

Lu Mingze lowered his eyes, looking weary, and sat down next to Lu Mingfei, then, disregarding his composure, leaned his head against Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei wanted to move away to prove he was angry, but he didn't move and just let Lu Mingze lean against him.

After a silence of several tens of seconds, Lu Mingze spoke.

"That's fine. After all, this place can't be entirely your world, and you're the one who unlocked it yourself, so you can say some things now."

This is not your world.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

(I had previously felt that Lu Mingze would be more talkative in Night City, but after returning to the Dragon World, he became more of a riddle-maker, and his appearances became less frequent.)
(As expected, there are some limitations.)
"Yes, you guessed right. I have limitations, and the truth can only be revealed to you after you have found the answer yourself."

"Like now—if you want to ask me whether Lu Mingfei is Lu Mingze's relic, then I can answer you—"

A moment of blankness, a fleeting panic.

The answer was given by Lu Mingze.

"Yes."

The stark reality gave Lu Mingfei a subtle sense of weightlessness; though he was sitting on the bed, he felt as if he were falling endlessly.

"That----"

“I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but let me talk about something else first,” Lu Mingze interrupted. “But your reasoning isn’t entirely correct. You are indeed my relic, but I am also your relic.”

"?"

Lu Mingfei could not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Lu Mingze then sighed repeatedly before answering.
“You have a misconception about your brother,” the devil said softly.

"Who said you can only use Relic once on the same body?"

Humans are a warlike race.

In ancient times, when people's wisdom was not fully developed and social order was not perfect, people developed the instinct for war and killing.

possession.

To attack or conquer.

Violent.

Although people generally regard dragons as a violent and cruel race, it is hard to find a race more suitable for the word 'demon' than humans — this is not to make humans reflect, but to make them accept this foundation before we can analyze the intelligence that follows.

Driven by the desire to possess the wealth of others, the human brain naturally gives rise to 'creation'.

arms.

Humanity's greatest advantage is its ability to create tools, so in order to overwhelm others, it is necessary to create even more powerful 'weapons'.

Strength cannot be defined so simply.

If we consider only the concept of causing damage to the Earth's surface environment, then humanity has made great strides. As long as we accumulate enough explosives, we can probably blow up anything.

But that's not enough.

The enemy is so powerful.

What enemy? A dragon?
No.

Humanity's only enemy is its own kind.

Dragons are a noble race. They can manipulate the elements, observe the fundamental elements of the world in ways that are beyond human comprehension, create metals of death, and master alchemy. The most powerful dragons can alter memories, change reality, and rewind time.
But that's all there is to it.

In a sense, the dragon is the 'weak one'.

Their spirits are incredibly weak. On the one hand, they possess the instinct to kill, just like humans, yet they cannot hide it in any way. Their developed brains clearly know that good social relationships can relieve mental stress, but they are unwilling to reveal even the slightest weakness to their fellow humans.

That's right.

Dragons are a race that does not lie.

They honestly confronted their own desires.

therefore--

This is an arrogant, powerful, and honest race.
They are incredibly weak.

Can't we draw a conclusive conclusion by speaking the facts?

No matter how much the dragons boast, isn't the race that currently dominates the ecosystem still humans?
Just the right amount of intelligence.

A cunning personality characterized by skill in disguise and deception.

And the greed to acquire everything, and the acquired virtues that reject it, thus creating a troublesome psychology that constantly swings between 'greatness' and 'baseness'.

Humans are not the most destructive race, nor are they the most favored by the planet, but they are the most 'just right' race.

Just right is the best term in itself.

Therefore, humanity never considered dragons as enemies from the beginning. After humanity's technology experienced its second major breakthrough, these powerful creatures were reduced to being seen as 'valuable research materials for biotechnology' by the upper echelons.

We will seize alchemy and the dragons' unreasonable control over the world, making it the power of humanity!

Similar to the Manhattan Project, a large number of scientists began to flock to this field to develop alchemy and technology.

Lacking the attention and control of the inner world (hybrid forces), an unprecedented wave of wars erupted, and the collective power of the hybrid geniuses led them to shift their focus from 'biotechnology' to 'weapons of war'.

Humanity is a constellation of stars.

And just then...
A man named Herzog, a man destined to be remembered for eternity, stepped onto the stage of history.

"That was also the beginning of our story, brother."

(End of this chapter)