Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Fingel put down the sign and rushed over to shake hands with Lu Mingfei with great enthusiasm: "Hello, junior brother, I am Fingel von Frings, a senior student of the academy."

Lu Mingfei shook hands with Fingel and secretly breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, this senior's hand was normal, unlike his greasy beard.

"Hello, senior brother," Lu Mingfei said.

“Junior brother, you’re new here, so if you need anything in the future, be sure to tell your senior brother. Your senior brother will definitely go to great lengths for you. We are students under the same mentor, and as the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for life, so we are brothers from now on. Don’t be shy with your senior brother,” Fingel thumped his chest loudly, “Except for the girls, what’s mine is yours!”

"Senior brother, you have a girlfriend?" Lu Mingfei was surprised, thinking to himself, "How can someone like him find a girlfriend? Are there really such unique tastes among mixed-race people?"

“Not yet.” Fingel was immediately deflated.

Lu Mingfei: ...

Are there no normal people among the people who came to pick me up?

……

On the helicopter heading to Kassel College.

“Professor, I heard that you have to take a train to get to the school,” Lu Mingfei said.

“Yes, you have to take the CC1000 express train at Chicago’s main train station. It’s a train operated independently by the college and only goes to the college,” Professor Guderian said. “Normally, everyone uses that train to get around, but trains aren’t very convenient. In special or emergency situations, you can use a helicopter to get to and from the school.”

“But whatever you do, don’t bring your own helicopter. Even if you do, make sure to apply to Norma beforehand,” Fingel said from the side. “Entering the school’s airspace without permission could get you shot down. Last time, a U.S. military drone was blown up by an anti-aircraft missile in mid-air just because it was passing over the school. It was nighttime, and some students thought it was a meteor shower.”

“I was having a late-night snack in the cafeteria when a piece of debris hit the roof. I thought it was an earthquake, so I grabbed my tray and ran out,” Professor Guderian complained. “Can’t those people in the equipment department be a little more reliable? Can’t they tell the difference between passing by and being attacked by the enemy?”

“I heard they can tell the difference, but that week they had just modified a new anti-aircraft missile and were struggling to find a place to test it when the drone just happened to pass through the academy’s airspace…” Fingel stopped there.

"Using unexpected events to test weapons?!" Professor Guderian exclaimed angrily. "Do those people have any professional ethics?! Don't they know that weapons testing should minimize unnecessary variables?"

Lu Mingfei listened in silence.

Are there any normal people left in this lousy school?!

"NO! NO! NO!" In the cockpit, the pilot turned his head and loudly argued, "Our equipment department does occasionally use emergencies to test new weapons, but we don't do it often. That time, we secretly hacked the drone's control system and made it fly over. Everything was under control."

"Hacked US military drones to conduct experiments?" Professor Guderian was taken aback. "Isn't that against school rules? Didn't you receive any punishment?"

"I was punished, so I was reassigned to fly planes," the pilot said matter-of-factly. "It's the drone I hacked."

Lu Mingfei suddenly spoke up, interrupting, "Wait a minute, let's put aside that ridiculous conversation for now, I only have one question..."

He pointed at the driver, who was dressed in traditional Middle Eastern attire, and shouted, "What's with this outfit?! And what's with that white robe and white hat? Is your destination the Academy or the Pentagon, you idiot?!"

The driver was a little annoyed: "You're insulting my professional ethics!"

"I'm so sorry." Lu Mingfei quickly apologized, not expecting that although the pilot was a former researcher, he took his job as a pilot so seriously.

"I'm an expert in military aircraft," the pilot said smugly. "Although this helicopter has been modified by me, it's far from enough to crash into the Pentagon. If we really wanted to crash into the Pentagon, I would use a Harrier fighter jet that has been modified to be unmanned, preferably three of them operating in unison, to ensure absolute safety..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Lu Mingfei turned to Professor Guderian and asked sincerely, "Is the Academy really not some kind of villainous organization?"

Professor Guderian hesitated for a moment: "I don't think so?"

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to complain about Professor Guderian's erratic and unconfident tone. Instead, he complained to the pilot next to him, "Although the Harrier is agile, its speed is too slow, and it is not suitable for ultra-low-altitude penetration. If we want to crash into the Pentagon, I suggest using the F-16 fighter jet."

“That makes sense!” The driver nodded in agreement. “I’ll go and steal one another day.”

“I will pass on the message to the principal,” Professor Guderian reminded him.

The driver looked dejected.

But then he looked at Lu Mingfei and said enthusiastically, "You have great insight, classmate. With your talent, would you like to consider joining our equipment department?"

Talent? Your definition of talent is so strange. Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

However, he did intend to join the Equipment Department. After all, almost all the alchemical and technological products in the school came from the Equipment Department, and Norma was no exception. Only by joining the Equipment Department could he find an opportunity to steal Norma's source code.

So Lu Mingfei enthusiastically told the driver that he would seriously consider it. The driver also said that applying to join the Equipment Department required an assessment, and mentioning his name during the assessment would earn him extra points.

Lu Mingfei asked if it was wrong to blatantly engage in such underhanded dealings. The driver stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes and earnestly told him, "This is reality. The beauty of fairness and justice can only be found in the world of anime, such as Ultraman Seven and Kamen Rider Kuuga."

Lu Mingfei quickly added that there were also "Ultraman Tiga" and "Future Sentai Timeranger".

The conversation then took an odd turn. Lu Mingfei and the driver engaged in a deep and easy-to-understand discussion about various tokusatsu and anime. Although they occasionally disagreed, they still had a pleasant conversation, while Professor Guderian and Fingel, who were standing nearby, couldn't get a word in edgewise.

At the end of the conversation, the driver activated the autopilot mode, warmly walked over, shook Lu Mingfei's hand, and said with tears in his eyes that he had found another colleague, urging Lu Mingfei to join the Equipment Department, as he would feel incredibly warm in this big family that combines anime and technology.

Lu Mingfei also took the opportunity to shake the driver's hand and said, "From now on, I am a member of the Equipment Department. We are all fans of anime and manga. How could there be bad people among people who like anime and manga?"

"Don't people who like martial arts novels have any human rights?!" Fingel said indignantly from the side.

……

Outside the principal's office, Lu Mingfei knocked on the door.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

A strong, elderly voice rang out: "Come in."

“Principal,” Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and entered, his gaze landing on the sofa, “Senior brother?”

Chu Zihang nodded to Lu Mingfei from the sofa.

"Come, Mingfei, sit down." Angers sat on the sofa opposite Chu Zihang and warmly greeted Lu Mingfei, like a kind relative or elder.

Lu Mingfei sat down next to Chu Zihang.

“Mingfei, I have learned the details of what happened that day,” Angers said. “You, Chu Zihang, and your friend Ronald Tang killed a fourth-generation monster together, preventing the destruction of a town. After discussion, the board of directors has decided to reward you and Chu Zihang.”

“Since you killed Inspector Shi Lun and the fourth-generation creature that was contracted with him, the main reward is yours,” Angers said. “Chu Zihang’s reward is relatively less. In addition to the merits within the academy, half of the body of the fourth-generation creature that you killed belongs to the academy, and the other half is given to Chu Zihang. What do you think?”

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were both stunned.

There are detailed regulations regarding the ownership of the dragon carcass after a student slays a dragon. Generally speaking, for dragons below the Ancient Dragon level, the carcass is divided equally between the academy and the specialists involved in the operation.

This rule seems overly generous from a conventional organizational perspective. It's like a salesperson in a company closing a deal and then splitting the profits 50/50 between the salesperson and the company – that's just a pipe dream.

But the world of hybrids doesn't work that way, especially on the battlefield of slaying dragons. In ordinary society, no matter what organization, even if frontline personnel have outstanding individual abilities, their status won't be very high. The real high-ranking people are in the management and decision-making levels, strategizing and planning.

In the society of hybrids, bloodline is almost everything. People with high bloodlines not only have high status, but only they are qualified to step into the battlefield of dragon slaying. Ordinary hybrids who step in will be affected by the dragon's might and controlled by the dragons, thus causing trouble.

In other words, for the Secret Society, whose ultimate goal is to slay dragons, the frontline combat personnel are the people with the highest status. For example, the most elite specialist in the academy is Angers, the legendary dragon slayer from Europe. Who would dare to steal Angers's spoils and eat the meat while Angers only gets the soup?

Do you want to experience how fast time can be zero?

Therefore, the spoils of dragon slaying are usually split 50/50 between the Secret Society and those who participated in the operation. This is because these participants hold a pivotal position within the Secret Society, and it could even be said that those qualified to step onto the Ancient Dragon battlefield constitute the Secret Society's "ruling class."

Therefore, it is normal for the reward to include ownership of half of the fourth-generation dragon's body.

What's abnormal is that the ownership of this half was given entirely to Chu Zihang.

Faced with this strange decision, Chu Zihang was the first to react and immediately shook his head: "Principal, the fourth-generation dragon body is very valuable and should be the most important part of the reward. I cannot enjoy it all by myself. Moreover, according to what you just said, Lu Mingfei should receive more of the reward."

Lu Mingfei remained calm: "Senior brother, let the principal finish speaking first. Isn't there an alchemical treasure among the rewards? Maybe it's because that alchemical treasure is much more precious than the dragon's body."

"Half of the ownership of a fourth-generation body is enough to exchange for a high-quality alchemical weapon," Chu Zihang said. "Although it can't compare to Murasame, it's still a divine weapon."

The value of a half-headed fourth-generation species is actually less than that of this unassuming knife?

Lu Mingfei glanced subconsciously at the long sword leaning against the sofa and couldn't help but sigh—Senior Brother Chu is really rich.

How many dragons did it take to obtain this knife?

Angers took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Mingfei is right. Compared to that alchemical treasure, let alone an ordinary fourth-generation dragon body, even a complete fourth-generation dragon is not precious."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly, "What is it?"

Instead of answering directly, Angers asked mysteriously, "Mingfei, do you want a dragon under your control?"

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened: "Could it be a treasure that can control pure-blooded dragons? Like how Inspector General Shi Lun controlled that fourth-generation dragon?"

“To be precise, it’s the thing that Shilun used to control that dragon,” Angzhe nodded. “It belonged to the Grand Master of the Solomon Temple Order. The Grand Master bestowed this power upon other knights, allowing them to form a pact with the dragon and fight together. This bestowed power has no physical form, so it returned to the Grand Master’s hands the moment Shilun died.”

"It's back in the Grand Commander's hands, and it doesn't even have a physical form," Lu Mingfei said, puzzled. "Then how can it be my reward?"

Angers explained slowly, “While you were killing Shiron and his dragon, the Grand Master of the Solomon Temple also arrived at Viana Castle, where he happened to run into the reinforcements sent by the Academy.”

"I can't believe it! We had no idea," Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise, then asked curiously, "Principal, who is providing support to the academy?"

Angers smiled slightly: "It's me."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang: ...

I'm sharing a friend's new book as a tribute. Those interested can check it out; the link is below.

Introduction: In the 44th year of Konoha, a king of laning appeared in Konoha. Anyone who had strong emotions towards Uchiha Qingshui would be bound by him. As long as they were stimulated by him, they would lose their abilities and gradually become Qingshui's nutrients.

And the first thing Uchiha Qingsui wants to conquer is the Senju Tobirama inside his body...

123. Chapter 122: Keep a Red Dragon as a Pet?

In the Angers office at the Kassel College.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang each held their teacups in silence.

Angers pulled out a round, badge-like object: "I happened to meet the Grand Master of the Solomon Temple in Vianaburg at the time, and I told him about what the Solomon Temple had done. After listening, he realized that he had not been strict in his governance and felt deeply ashamed. To express his apology, he gave me this."

Lu Mingfei looked at him expressionlessly, thinking to himself, "I don't believe you for a second!"

The entire leadership of the Solomon Temple is clearly in cahoots, and everything Shi Lun did was at the behest of the Grand Master. How could the Grand Master possibly feel "deeply guilty"?

“Here, Mingfei, it’s yours.” Angers handed the round badge to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei took it.

The badge was slightly warm to the touch. Lu Mingfei examined it closely and discovered that it was not actually a circle, but a regular hexagon. It only appeared to be a circle at first glance because of the large number of sides.

The badge is white overall, with intricate patterns engraved on it, forming a magnificent crown at the center.

"Principal, is this the treasure that controls dragons?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

“That’s right,” Anger nodded. “You can call it the ‘Sign of Conquest’ because it symbolizes ‘conquest’ among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" Lu Mingfei was somewhat familiar with this title. Although he didn't read the Bible, the concept was mentioned in many anime and was generally one of the signs of the end of the world in Christian mythology.

Chu Zihang, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up: "When I saw the Lamb open the first of the seven seals, I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, 'Come!' And I looked and saw a white horse, with a bow in its rider, and a crown was given to it. And it came out and won and wanted to win again."

Lu Mingfei looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“This is a passage in the Bible that describes the conquering knight,” Chu Zihang said. “This passage comes from the last book of the New Testament, Revelation, which talks about the Day of Judgment. It roughly means that on that day, the end of the world will come, and those who believe in God will be saved.”