Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

If this guy really is the King of Bronze and Fire, then those strange things about him seem to make sense.

Lu Mingfei's eye twitched violently.

Old Tang... could he really be a dragon king with amnesia?

What is this? "My Interstellar Online Friend is the Dragon King in the City"?

179. Chapter 178 Did I become a rape victim?

In the Bronze City.

Samson's massive body landed before a great palace, the turbulent currents stirred up by the river stripping away the surrounding rust.

“We have arrived. This is His Majesty Norton’s palace,” Samson said.

Lu Mingfei and Jiu Dema jumped off Samson's back.

Samson murmured a few short, dragon-script syllables, and the tightly closed doors of the bronze palace slowly opened.

Surprisingly, after the door was opened, although there was no water in the main hall, the river water did not rush in through the door, as if there was a transparent barrier at the entrance.

"Alchemy?" Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised.

“It was the alchemy set up by His Majesty Constantine that made the palace walls and gates have the concept of ‘city walls’,” Samson said. “The palace’s defenses are at the level of a fortress. The Great Wall built by Qin Shi Huang and Liu Che was modeled after this alchemy, but it is incomparable to the realm personally constructed by His Majesty Constantine.”

"The Great Wall used alchemy?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

"I used a little, but I don't know much about the specifics. I'm just a guard for the two emperors, and I don't know much about alchemy." Samson shook his head.

"You are the bodyguard of the King of Alchemy, yet you don't know alchemy?" Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised.

“Even if I were to dedicate my entire life to the pursuit of alchemy, before the two lords, I would be nothing more than coal at the foot of a volcano,” Samson shook his head.

"So you're just going to give up, huh?" Lu Mingfei said helplessly. "Let's go inside and talk."

"Please." Samson led Lu Mingfei into the main hall.

The barrier that made it difficult for the river to advance did not stop Lu Mingfei. He strode after Samson into the depths of the main hall, and the eternal lamps lit up wherever they went.

Following behind the two of them, Jiude Mai walked through the water to the entrance of the main hall. Then, she stopped abruptly, as if she had bumped into an invisible wall. She leaned back slightly and took a few steps back.

Even though the speed wasn't fast, the moment she collided with it, Mai Shude suddenly felt a sharp pain in her nose and forehead, and even her vision went black.

Covering her nose, Mai Shude stood outside the barrier at the entrance and shouted, "I haven't gone in yet!"

“You don’t need to come in.” Samson’s voice sounded like the roar of machinery in a mine.

Mai Shude: ...

Lu Mingfei, who was walking with Samson, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jiu Demai outside.

Jiudemayi glanced smugly at Samson—"See? I'm on the same side as that big green guy!"

Then Lu Mingfei waved to Jiu De Mai, looking reluctant to part ways.

Mai Shude: ...

……

As Lu Mingfei followed Samson deeper into the bronze hall, he discovered that almost all the ever-burning lamps around him had spontaneously lit up.

All of these eternal lamps are depicted being held aloft by bronze statues, and without exception, these statues are cast in the form of beautiful ladies, dressed in clothing from the Qin and Han dynasties, but with faces that resemble both Asian and European beauties—which makes sense upon closer examination. Lu Mingfei had read a book called "Fragments of the Ice Sea," which is said to be the closest to the true history of dragons, and it records that the original fiefdom of the King of Bronze and Fire was in Northern Europe.

Although the flame of the eternal lamp was only the size of a candle flame, the light it emitted was comparable to that of a spotlight, illuminating the entire hall and making the bronze surface shimmer with firelight.

Lu Mingfei casually found a raised spot to sit down, looked at Samson with his head down, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Although the bronze hall was exceptionally magnificent by human standards, it was hardly large for two dragons that were often over ten meters long.

Samson, in particular, now stood upright, nearly six stories tall, with his head only two or three stories away from the dome of the great hall.

The previous dragon was probably a third-generation species. Samson, being a second-generation species, was clearly a size larger. Logically speaking, the Dragon King should be even larger than Samson. Wouldn't he be more likely to bump his head on the roof if he wasn't careful while walking in this hall?

Seemingly sensing Lu Mingfei's thoughts, Samson explained, "This is not the real White Emperor City. It is merely the anchor point of White Emperor City in this world. The real White Emperor City is Nibelungen, built by the two emperors, which is a hundred times more magnificent than this place."

"So we're actually in a Nibelungen now?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

Samson nodded.

Lu Mingfei grabbed a lamp that was attached to the bronze statue of a lady.

"What are you doing?" Samson asked, puzzled.

“I’ve heard that one of the essences of alchemy is ‘killing matter.’ This process is actually about purifying and refining matter, but ‘killing matter’ itself is very difficult. To achieve this, generations of alchemists have been constantly pursuing higher flame temperatures and magical formulas. Nibelungen is the land of the dead, filled with dead matter. You can pick up any of it and it’s all excellent material for alchemy,” Lu Mingfei said earnestly.

Samson: ...

While Samson remained silent, Lu Mingfei went to get another ever-burning lamp.

“Don’t take it, this is not the Nibelungen,” Samson explained. “Only the two lords can unfold the true Nibelungen.”

After a pause, Samson added, "And even in Nibelungen, not everything is alchemical; it's just that the content is higher. This is a misunderstanding of Nibelungen by the hybrids."

Lu Mingfei tossed the ever-burning lamp aside with a look of disappointment.

“However, as long as you can help me find His Majesty and restore his memory, I will reward you with as much alchemical material as you can ever want,” Samson said, changing the subject. “When His Majesty reigns over this world in the future, you will also receive an incomparably vast fiefdom.”

Lu Mingfei looked up, his face full of curiosity: "I'm a mixed-race person, and you seem to trust me a lot. Besides, what makes you think I'll help you?"

Samson glanced down at the little green giant.

How dare you call yourself mixed race?

Samson ultimately refrained from uttering that sarcastic remark, instead saying, "Perhaps you believe you have no shortage of power and authority, but since you are a hybrid, shouldn't you yearn to shed the weak human part of your body and ascend to become a true dragon? At that time, the decay of your body will no longer be a constraint for you, and you will possess infinite life."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened: "You have a way to turn a hybrid into a dragon?"

“I did not!” Samson said.

Lu Mingfei clenched his fist.

“But Your Majesty must have a way,” Samson immediately said. “Your Majesty and Your Majesty are the kings of alchemy. Now that the Black Emperor and the White Priest have disappeared, only Your Majesty and Your Majesty, who have mastered the true essence of alchemy, can possibly purify the hybrid into a dragon.”

Lu Mingfei showed an expression that seemed to indicate he was somewhat interested.

"And you seem to be very interested in alchemy, so His Majesty should be willing to teach you some alchemy when the time comes..." Samson pressed on, adding fuel to the fire.

Lu Mingfei seemed very interested, but still hesitated and said, "But I just thought about it carefully, and I really haven't seen anyone who could be Norton."

Samson: ...

If I weren't unsure whether I could beat you, I would definitely spit a dragon's breath at you.

“But I can help you look,” Lu Mingfei said. “Maybe we can find it.”

“...Very well.” Samson nodded.

"But how do I confirm it once I find it?" Lu Mingfei finally revealed his true intentions.

“I will give you a mark that will react when you are close enough to His Majesty, and will also inspire awe in dragons without titles,” Samson said.

Great, the plan works!

Lu Mingfei nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn't entirely sure if Old Tang was the "King Norton" Samson was referring to, but with this method of identification, he could confirm it.

“Furthermore, after you leave, I will release the power of words to cause the riverbed to crack and collapse, burying White Emperor City back to the bottom of the river, awaiting His Majesty Norton’s return,” Samson said. “I will also know when the mark is near and open the gate to White Emperor City for you.”

Lu Mingfei nodded, indicating that he understood.

But in this way... wouldn't it be considered that he has reached a cooperation agreement with a dragon? Lu Mingfei touched his chin.

Was I the traitor?

180. Chapter 179 Is it a bit impolite of me not to say I'm not dead?

Kassel Academy.

When Professor Guderian followed Professor Manstein into the library to assemble, the latter pulled him back slightly.

“Your hat!” Professor Manstein reminded him irritably, his expression somewhere between that of Guderian’s teacher and his mother.

Guderian then realized that although he had changed his pajamas into a suit, he had forgotten to take off his favorite Santa Claus-style nightcap.

So he quickly pulled his nightcap off his head and stuffed it into the large pocket of his suit pants.

Standing at the library entrance, Guderian straightened his appearance—this was his first time attending a meeting of the professors.

Having confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his attire, he looked at Professor Manstein: "Shall we go?"

Professor Manstein took a step forward, his face full of helplessness.

The church bells rang.

Manstein and Guderian stopped in front of the library and looked up at the direction of the clock tower.

A large flock of white pigeons emerged from there, circling and cooing in the air; it was impossible to tell how many there were. The sky above the lawn was covered with the pigeons' white feathers. Then all the pigeons landed on the lawn, not foraging for food, but just cooing, their voices sounding somewhat mournful.

Guderian rubbed his eyes: "Someone has been killed?"

Professor Manstein nodded silently.

Whenever a specialist is killed in action, unless it is a highly confidential situation, the church bells will ring to mourn the passing of a comrade.

"Who could it be?" Professor Guderian, who had always seemed like a carefree, overweight old man, revealed a sorrowful expression. "Has yet another outstanding young man sacrificed his life for the cause of slaying dragons?"

"Yes." A voice so hoarse it was almost terrifying, like something out of a horror movie, came from the library, accompanied by the sound of wheels.

Professor Schneider pulled out his oxygen tank cart and stared at Professor Guderian: "I am very sorry, Professor, the person who sacrificed himself this time was your student, Lu Mingfei, the most outstanding S-class freshman in the school in forty years. He proved his lineage with his bravery."

Guderian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth three times, then closed it three times, finally letting out a sharp whistle: "Ming—Fei—"

As Guderian shrieked, he sprinted into the library, his silhouette resembling that of a middle-aged office worker whose wife was arm in arm with her boss as they walked into a hotel.

……

When Guderian rushed into the library, a large screen over two hundred inches was already showing footage from inside the Moniach.