Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 76 Sewer

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei slowly made their way through the narrow, dark sewer passage, their thick rubber boots and work pants gleaming. A strong, pungent stench filled the air, like countless tiny insects stubbornly burrowing into their nostrils and taking hold of their lungs. This appalling environment would suffocate an ordinary person, but for a mixed-race individual with heightened senses, it was doubly torturous.

Lu Mingfei walked ahead, the beam of his flashlight slicing across the murky water. His brows were furrowed, and he looked agitated and uneasy.

"Senior brother."

Lu Mingfei lowered his voice, but it still sounded somewhat out of place in the open sewer area. His footsteps stirred up the sewage, making a splashing sound, and occasionally one or two "little animals" with "cute" pigtails would dart past his feet in a panic and disappear into the darkness.

"Something about this whole thing just doesn't feel right."

"That Hans is so enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that he could melt the ice on the Rhine in the dead of winter!"

Yesterday I went to ask him about the specific details of the mission, and he practically dumped all the intelligence files from Bochum on me, even distributing them clearly for me. He was so enthusiastic, it was almost as if he was waving a little red flag to send us off, saying "get it done and leave as soon as possible..."

Chu Zihang followed silently behind. The Kassel College standard flashlight in his hand steadily illuminated the road ahead. Its maximum brightness of 1500 lumens allowed it to be used for long-range shooting when necessary. The madmen in the equipment department clearly did not regard it as a simple lighting tool—a deadly secret was hidden at the bottom of its grip: with a light press, it could instantly release a high-voltage current of 30 volts, which was six times as powerful as a regular Taser.

This thing is less of a flashlight and more of an alchemical bomb disguised as a lighting tool. You press those two hidden buttons at the bottom and then throw it?
Boom! Art is an explosion.

He did not answer Lu Mingfei, but the two had already reached an unspoken agreement.

The operation was originally scheduled for tomorrow night, but Chu Zihang deviated from his usual "efficient and orderly" robot persona and changed the operation plan without question. Lu Mingfei followed suit without even asking, completely forgetting about the overly enthusiastic Hans.

In fact, Lu Mingfei's understanding of Chu Zihang was also flawed. How could the Execution Department, an organization composed of murderers and violent elements, possibly be very disciplined?

"Refurbishing" task logs has become a mandatory course for them. As long as the task is completed, who cares how it is completed?
Professor Schneider, the head of the executive department, seemed to appreciate this unconventional approach even more, and even seemed to welcome and encourage it...

Chu Zihang's cold profile turned slightly in the flashlight beam, his jawline sharp and angular, like the male lead in an idol drama, yet the bulky work gear he was wearing made him look somewhat incongruous and comical.

His vocal cords vibrated, and a syllable was produced in his throat:
"Ah."

Lu Mingfei choked for a moment, then relaxed.

Alright, this is Chu Zihang, just as I expected. He no longer expected his senior to respond to his rant, and continued rambling on to himself:

"And this 'treasure'."

He shone his flashlight, and ahead of him lay unfathomable darkness.

"Antiques hidden by the Nazis during World War II? How is that possible? When did the academy switch to collecting junk? Where did this news come from? It sounds like a 'surprise box' specially prepared for us, with bait laid out and as if they were afraid we wouldn't come."

Chu Zihang did not pause in his steps, his expression indifferent as always:

"The intelligence source is fragmented information intercepted by the Executive Department through Norma's network. After cross-verification and preliminary tracing, it points to this coordinate. The credibility is assessed as Level B priority, and the risk is controllable."

If you had read the mission log beforehand, you would have known. A brief pause followed only by the gurgling sound of flowing sewage.

Then, Chu Zihang's voice rang out again, still flat, yet like a pebble thrown into a still pond, the ripples spreading outwards in Lu Mingfei's heart, instantly drowning out the gurgling sound of sewage in the sewer:

"However, you guessed right. This is indeed not a real mission."

Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks. He turned his head sharply, the beam of his flashlight slicing through the darkness of the sewer like a knife, illuminating Chu Zihang's face.

"What?"

he blurted out.

Chu Zihang's perpetually expressionless face squinted slightly under the bright light; the brief blindness momentarily cured his "expressionless" face.

Lu Mingfei frantically adjusted the beam of light, while simultaneously letting out an incredulous shout:

"It's not true? Then why are we staying up all night, wearing these rubber cans and crawling into this stinking, godforsaken place? What's the point? Is this some new performance art that developed without me noticing?"

Chu Zihang did not answer immediately. He slightly adjusted the angle of the powerful flashlight in his hand, the beam passing over Lu Mingfei's shoulder and casting into the depths of darkness, as if confirming something.

"The academy's intelligence network has recently detected a new type of contraband circulating on the black market."

Chu Zihang's voice was deep and steady:

"Code name: 'Blood of Valhalla', can transform ordinary hybrids into 'weapons' with A-level or even super A-level destructive power in a very short time."

The price is a severe drain on life force, accelerated dragonification, mental addiction, and ultimately, complete madness or becoming a drug-controlled puppet.

Valhalla? Valhalla? A potion named after the mythical final resting place of warriors?

Lu Mingfei felt a chill run down his spine. He instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

The "Path to Godhood" has always been a taboo within the Secret Society, an absolute bottom line that cannot be crossed. Even the "Bloodlust" technology restored by the first Lionheart Society was ultimately sealed and destroyed by Angers himself.

Hybrids are, after all, human, not dragon. Dragon blood is the fire of Prometheus, power stolen from the "gods." If Pandora's box is forcibly opened, then sin will inevitably be unleashed.

There is only one fate awaiting them—to succumb to the poison woven from power and authority, ultimately falling into the form of Deadpool.

But this doesn't make sense, does it?

Lu Mingfei's mind went blank. This thing that could mass-produce pseudo-Super A-grade monsters was simply a calamity that would overturn the order of hybrid races!

Given the academy's track record, shouldn't Angers have personally taken up arms, or at least mobilized the elite forces of the Executive Department, or even strategic weapons, for a comprehensive strike? What were they doing sending an A-level and an S-level student?
Even if their combined combat power is off the charts, this isn't the way to use them, is it? Did the guys in the executive department lose their minds and send them out as cannon fodder to scout ahead?
(End of this chapter)