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If it were a normal person, very few would have the courage to live like that, but there is one exception: those who have a deep-seated pain and hatred for something, like Angers.

All his companions perished in the manor in Kassel, including his best friend Kassel, who was also reduced to ashes. From then on, Angers became a lonely avenger, striving forward on the path of slaying dragons, bravely and alone.

But Angers was not alone. With his unique personal charm and strength, he gathered together a great many mixed-race elites and even mixed-race families.

Now, Angers is no longer alone on this path of dragon slaying. He has all sorts of companions by his side. He is strong and powerful enough that dragon slaying is a tangible plan for him.

The same applies to Schneider; no one can survive such a disaster, and in a way, Schneider would rather die.

He would rather drown himself in the lake while he was in a weakened state, or even die suddenly from some more severe symptoms. In short, he really had little courage to live.

But on that day, he didn't jump into the lake from the shore. He simply sat in the sunlight, feeling the intense heat and the raging fire burning in his heart. His anger was uncontrollable. On that day, he vowed that he would be like Principal Angers, resolutely walking the path of slaying dragons, rather than dying a pathetic death.

So what if he became a demon? At least he still had a life left, but his beloved students had been forever lost in the icy sea. Even when he braved the rapids, Schneider couldn't find the bodies of his students, and could only let them drift away in the underwater currents.

To this day, no remains have been found.

At least Schneider still had a life left, albeit a life that was barely hanging on, but he still didn't want to die. He dreamed of one day taking revenge, of one day planting that alchemical nuclear bomb directly into the Dragon King's lair; he believed that would be the most magnificent sight.

Schneider was completely stunned at this moment, because the man in front of him looked extremely like him, even like a mirror image of him, with even the tiny black mole between his eyebrows being exactly the same.

Why is this happening? Why is another version of myself in the armory of Kassel College? And why does he seem ready to activate that alchemical nuclear bomb?

Schneider was overwhelmed with shock, and even his breathing became extremely rapid. He pressed his chest hard, because his heart was already beyond its normal capacity.

He was so shocked that his emotions fluctuated violently, and the plastic tube in his lungs could barely support the excessive oxygen supply.

"Is it surprising...?"

Seeing the other person in such a sorry state, the man in the black trench coat in front of him laughed, a laugh that was extremely unrestrained and extremely sarcastic.

He slowly lowered his raised hands, his face contorted with rage and coldness, as if the man who had been trembling at the sight of a gun had never existed.

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Schneider was breathing rapidly, pressing tightly on the plastic tube inside his body. His lungs could barely handle the excessive oxygen supply. He was utterly shocked, beyond words.

What was happening before his eyes was an unimaginable shock to Schneider, even a disaster. He never imagined that the man in the trench coat who suddenly appeared would be his younger self.

At that moment, the man let out a cold laugh, like a venomous snake crawling across his chest, sending chills down his spine. Schneider gripped his Glock pistol tightly; it was his only source of confidence.

He pressed the gun directly against the man in the trench coat's forehead. "What are you laughing at? Is it funny? Do you think this is all a joke?"

The man in the trench coat shook his head; although he was smiling, a hint of sadness appeared on his face.

He looked at Schneider and said in a deep voice:

"No, Schneider, my old friend, I only feel sad. Seeing you in this miserable state, although it is indeed funny, reminds me of the watermelon I used to stomp on when I was angry."

How dazzling you used to be! You were the youngest professor at Kassel College, and the dream lover of every girl there. But look at you now! Perhaps those students already see you as a monster?

Your former students respected and loved you, but now they only avoid you. Since then, you have had no friends, no companions, not even a partner. You lost everything in that disaster; you only have one life left.

Oh no, the life you have left is barely clinging to life, or rather, only half a life left. You're still alive in this world like this; don't you feel as worthless as a dog? Don't you feel your fate is utterly tragic?

Schneider held up the Glock pistol and pressed the muzzle hard against the man in the trench coat's forehead, even denting one corner of his forehead.

"I told you, you can shut up now."

This was a state Schneider had never been in before. He had always given the impression of being ruthless and cold-blooded to the teachers and students of Kassel College. Whether facing humans or dragons, he could execute orders and command the members of the executive department in an almost merciless manner.

Angers always trusted him; he was Angers' trump card. It was also because of Angers' trust that Schneider was appointed as the head of the executive department of Kassel College. Although Schneider's bloodline was not strong, his ruthlessness was enough to intimidate.

The entire faculty and student body of Kassel College feared him because Schneider's achievements during his years as executive director were undeniable, and it was these same achievements that elevated his standing among the faculty and students of Kassel College.

However, at this moment, the executive director completely lost his composure. He pressed the muzzle of his Glock pistol hard against the man's forehead, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. His hands were trembling violently, as if he were suffering from some kind of epilepsy.

However, the trench coat-wearing man, who had previously had a gun pointed at him by Schneider, showed no fear as Schneider was about to pull the trigger; his mocking face was full of cold sarcasm.

"My old friend, why are you telling me to shut up? Just because you have a gun?"

Schneider said coldly, "At least I can blow your head off while you keep spouting that nonsense, just like that watermelon you once stomped on. I'm sure that scene will be pretty explosive."

The man in the trench coat slightly raised his eyes and said with a sarcastic expression:

"Is that right?"

An afterimage flashed past.

Schneider hadn't even seen the man's movements clearly before the Glock pistol vanished from his hand. The man in the trench coat toyed with the Glock he had just snatched from Schneider, and said with a playful expression:

"If having a gun means having the right to speak, then I think the right to speak should be in my hands now. Oh, right, it should be pointed at your head."

As he spoke, the man in the trench coat slowly pointed the Glock gun at Schneider's head.

However, perhaps he went too far in showing off, because when he pointed the gun at Schneider's head, he accidentally turned it around and pointed it at his own head instead.

The man in the trench coat also noticed the mistake and scratched the back of his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, there were bound to be some mistakes, please forgive me for this first time trying to show off."

In that instant, the trench coat-wearing man, who had been extremely cool and dashing, suddenly transformed into a complete idiot.

Schneider remained silent throughout, his face somber. He didn't know how to begin, and perhaps he should listen to what the other person had to say.

Schneider looked at the man in the trench coat in front of him. The man's every move and word was just like another version of himself. So many years had passed that he had almost forgotten that person.

No wonder Schneider had a sense of déjà vu when he first saw the other person.

Schneider has always had a good memory, and since the disaster in the Greenland ice sea, almost all of his students have died.

He still remembers the name of each student, even their preferences. Every year he goes to their graves to pay his respects, bringing with him things they liked, even things they hadn't had a chance to enjoy.

Although the bodies of these people have never been found, leaving only a tombstone, Schneider still visits the grave every year. Only by going there can he repeatedly recall that painful past and his deep-seated hatred for dragons.

But he had forgotten his past self, the one who used to be so handsome and humorous, but now he was just a monster shrouded in a black trench coat.

Schneider would rather be a monster, because only a monster can fight monsters. Those dragons are so brutal, how can one live without going mad!

The young Professor Schneider, the witty, elegant man who was the dream lover of all the female students and mentors, was too weak; he couldn't fight against dragons.

But Schneider today can do it. In the past ten years, he has also undergone a transformation, like a knife that has been constantly sharpening itself over the past decade.

But he wasn't just sharpening the knife; it was meant to be drawn eventually, to be used against the dragons, to sever their heads one by one.

Now, facing his former self again, Schneider also feels that life is like a dream.

But what still shocked him the most was how could there be someone in this world who looked exactly like him, and even behaved exactly the same?

Or is this another version of myself?

But to some extent, Schneider felt that this younger version of himself looked more mysterious and powerful. At least ten years ago, he didn't have the ability to snatch a pistol from his opponent with a simple reach.

In that instant, if the man in the trench coat had wanted to, his throat would have been slit open, and he would have become a corpse.

The man in the trench coat didn't rush to speak, but instead slowly walked around Schneider, toying with the Glock pistol.

"Old friend, it's been so long since we last met. I've missed you so much, yet you tell me to shut up. Did I hit a nerve? But aren't all of this the truth?"

Your experiences, your encounters, including everything that's happening to you now, must have been recalled countless times in the dead of night, right?

"Wouldn't that memory be incredibly painful, like it could tear your head apart at any moment, ripping apart each of your brain nerves and roasting them over a fire? That feeling must be excruciating, right?"

The man in the trench coat was questioning Schneider, asking very detailed questions, like a doctor concernedly inquiring about a patient's condition, but the words he uttered were like those of a ravenous, blood-sucking demon.

It looked like they cared about Schneider, but they seemed to want to pounce on his face and devour it like a venomous snake.

Schneider's iron-gray eyes remained coldly fixed on the man in front of him.

"If you want to experience it, I can definitely make it happen for you."

At the same time, Schneider slowly reached his hand to his lower back, where a Desert Eagle was tucked. That was his only chance; he already had a plan in mind.

If he could get his hands on that Desert Eagle, he would definitely fire immediately, aiming straight for the trench coat man's fatal weakness. He didn't care whether he could kill him or not, because Schneider felt he definitely couldn't kill him; all he wanted was to severely injure him.

The man before me was too mysterious, and also too eerie. His presence here suggested some unknown conspiracy, and he even managed to unlock three sets of codes for that alchemical nuclear bomb.

Although the last set of passwords was not completely unlocked, judging from the other party's practiced manner, it was only a matter of time before they were unlocked.

Schneider didn't have much time left; he had to subdue this man quickly. This alchemical nuclear bomb absolutely could not explode, or the entire Kassel College would be destroyed.

Although Kassel College has been ravaged by Lin Ye, everyone is still alive and there have been no deaths. At the same time, they also have the opportunity to reconcile with Lin Ye.

If this alchemical nuclear bomb were to actually detonate, then this only chance would be completely wiped out. So, while trying to distract the man in the trench coat, Schneider slowly reached behind him, preparing to grasp the Desert Eagle.

The whole process went surprisingly smoothly. Schneider successfully reached behind him and was about to draw his Desert Eagle when he found that his back was empty. His gun had disappeared without him noticing.

The man in the trench coat in front of him immediately smiled with amusement. "Professor Schneider, are you looking for this? A Desert Eagle, huh? It seems to be a weapon that your equipment department guys enhanced and refined. They say one shot can take down an elephant."

"But we're old friends meeting up, what's with you looking for your gun? Or are you planning to blow my head off at any moment?"

At that moment, the man in the trench coat was holding a golden Desert Eagle, which looked incredibly cool.

Schneider recalled how the former Minister of Equipment, Akadula, had flattered him when he gave him the Desert Eagle, saying that after acquiring it, he would be like a god of war, able to take down pureblood dragons with a single shot.

"You acted quickly; it seems you came prepared. I'm really curious who someone like you is working for."

After his motives were discovered, Schneider remained calm and spoke with a cool expression.

The man in the trench coat shook his head with a wry smile. "No way, Minister Schneider, you think you can get my hand out of me with just a few words?"

If you want me to tell you the truth, at least show me something I can respect!

This is a fair trade; all the items are secretly marked with a price, and you just need to provide the items to complete the transaction.

The man in the trench coat spoke sincerely, as if he was completely willing to reveal the truth as long as Schneider truly presented enough information.

Schneider coldly looked at the man in the trench coat in front of him and said:

"If you want leverage, is death enough?"

The man in the trench coat in front of her was slightly taken aback, and seemed a little stunned.

In that instant, Schneider, like an old lion, pounced on the man in the trench coat in front of him.

No one expected that Schneider, who seemed to be heading towards a dead end, would rush forward. Because no one knew better than him that this was his last chance, his only chance. If he didn't seize it, then utter failure awaited him.

Schneider not only possessed the ruthless and merciless qualities of the executive department, but also a rage that nearly drove him mad. The man in the trench coat in front of him wore a mocking expression from beginning to end, a feeling that he had the entire situation under his control. Yes, that expression, that behavior, every word the other man uttered, every punctuation mark revealed his disdain and sarcasm towards Schneider himself.

Schneider didn't know why the other person looked so much like him, nor did he know why this person knew his past, even more clearly than he did. Over the years, the pain in his heart had tormented him deeply, like a series of awls constantly piercing his heart, so much so that even after ten years, his heart was still bleeding. He hated it, he hated that terrible monster in the Greenland ice sea, the monster that had taken everything from him. His students were his children, his family, his closest partners who would fight alongside him in the future, but now they were all dead in that sea.

All of this was because of that monster, who treated them as prey and mercilessly mocked them. Even though Schneider didn't see the scene, he could still imagine the monster's smug smile, so much so that every time Schneider woke up in the middle of the night, he wished he could grind his teeth to dust.

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