Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 102 Elvis

"Morgan's connection to the World Tree?" Lu Mingfei exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up. "What an imaginative idea!"

"So there really is a connection between the two?"

Chu Zihang's breathing became rapid; he felt he had finally glimpsed the ultimate truth.

Hidden in history and mythology, never revealed to the world, is a magnificent and turbulent tale, full of intrigue and conspiracy...

"have no idea."

His junior brother's decisive and straightforward answer interrupted his delusions.

Lu Mingfei said helplessly, "Theoretically, there is no such thing as a World Tree. Anyway, I have never seen a giant tree that reaches the heavens and the earth."

"But... what's going on with Gungnir?" Chu Zihang asked, somewhat agitated.

Whether it was the "Odin" he saw six years ago or the night he returned to school not long ago, the other party was riding an eight-legged steed and holding a long spear that looked like a withered branch.

The sacred spear "Gungnir" is a weapon crafted by dwarves in mythology. Its shaft is a branch of the World Tree, representing destiny. It is sure to hit its target the moment it leaves the hand; the target is already dead the moment it leaves the hand.

It's a mythical weapon!

"In mythology, Odin is the king of the gods who fought against Nidhogg," Lu Mingfei said, scratching his head. "How should I put it? In Norse mythology, most people or things are just 'wearing a layer of skin.' Mythology contains truth, and some of it is metaphor."

"Is it covered by a layer of skin?"

"For example, the Gungnir you mentioned, it is not actually made from a branch of the World Tree. The rules are its essence. It is not because it is made from a branch of the World Tree that it has the effect of always hitting the target. The truth is quite the opposite."

"There's no World Tree, but there's Gungnir?" Chu Zihang asked.

He understood his junior brother's meaning. Norse mythology was just closer to the history of dragons, but not completely the same. They could not completely copy the mythology to "apply" the real secret history of dragons, because many things in it were just a layer of skin, a mixture of truth and falsehood.

"I don't know." Those were the three words that came out without hesitation.

Chu Zihang stumbled.

Seeing his senior's strong reaction, Lu Mingfei added:

"As I said, there's another kind of metaphor. Senior, you're better than me, so you must know what a metaphor is. Using one thing to allude to another is a metaphor. But there's a prerequisite: you have to have at least one thing."

"I did not witness that history firsthand, so I cannot be sure whether Odin was referring to a person or a faction by the 'World Tree'."

Chu Zihang pondered and said, "If it's an allusion... the earliest life forms in Norse mythology are giants, followed by the gods. If the gods are an allusion to hybrids, then the giants are an allusion to dragons?"

"Who cares! We can think about this later. I'm starving!" Lu Mingfei turned around and rummaged through his backpack, taking out a towel that his senior had prepared in advance.

He casually tossed the towel to his senior.

"Historically, has anyone ever managed to escape Gungnir, the symbol of destiny?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked from behind him.

If their enemy is Odin, then this gun is an insurmountable obstacle.

Just like the ultimate skill of the final boss in a game dungeon, even a healer and a tank can't stop it. If you try to take it head-on, you'll be instantly killed. You must perfectly master the secret to avoiding this ultimate skill in order to be qualified to complete the dungeon.

The night breeze at the end of summer gently rustled the branches and leaves in the forest, and the mountain forest gradually darkened under the swaying shadows of the trees.

The buildings standing on the mountainside in the distance lit up, and several white birds flew together from the forest towards the distant horizon.

Lu Mingfei turned his back to him and looked up, saying softly, "Of course, Gungnir is not invincible, and Odin is far from it either."

After drying themselves off, the two changed into the clothes they had prepared in advance, organized their diving equipment, and completely eliminated any remaining traces, they walked toward the car parked outside the woods.

"Where should we temporarily store this sword?"

"Senior, if you're interested, feel free to take it back to your dorm and play with it. Don't be shy."

"...I'll take it back and study it. You can call me anytime you need to."

"OK, do whatever you want, anyway... it's for you to fight the boss." Lu Mingfei muttered the last sentence to himself, just as a night breeze rustled the leaves.

"What?"

"I said, training camp starts tonight!"

"Training camp?" Chu Zihang stopped in his tracks.

"Dancing? Didn't we just agree on this this afternoon? The freshman welcome party starts next week, senior, if you don't practice now, it'll be too late!" Lu Mingfei said with exasperation.

"Didn't you say it would only take one day?" Chu Zihang asked, frowning.

After finding the "holy sword," he planned to spend the entire night in the library, studying alchemy and collecting information related to the sword to see what clues he could find.

The hallmark of alchemical artifacts is "living spirit," but this sword gave him a feeling of "death," as if the living spirit within the sword had long since vanished with the passage of time. Yet, he couldn't be sure if it was because the sword was incomplete.

According to the legend, the sword is missing the jewel on the hilt and, most importantly, the scabbard.

The importance of the scabbard even surpasses that of the sword itself.

King Arthur chose the sword over the scabbard, which resulted in Merlin's disappointed sigh.

"I'm talking about getting started in a day. Are you satisfied with just getting started? Our goal is not... oops, our goal is to be the center of attention at the ball!" Lu Mingfei admonished.

"...Are you reliable or not?" Chu Zihang was silent for a while, then began to question the other person's level of professionalism.

Lu Mingfei hummed for a while, then said sincerely, "Senior brother, we know our own business. Do I look like a dance king at a ball?"

"It doesn't seem like it." This time, it was Chu Zihang's turn to say without hesitation.

The promise he made to his junior in the afternoon was just a casual remark; he didn't really expect his junior to be of any use in this regard. His original plan was to find some instructional videos online and practice on his own in his dorm room, as he has always been very confident in his athletic ability.

"That's right! Actually, I know absolutely nothing about this stuff! The dance teacher we hired specifically for high school said I have unusual bone structure and am not suitable for dancing." Lu Mingfei was shameless, but rather proud of it, and said loudly, "But I have connections! I hired the best coach in the whole school for you!"

"The best coach?" Chu Zihang frowned. This sounded a bit like his stepfather's style. His stepfather demanded the best in everything: the best school, the best teacher, the best family. He even used "the best" to define and demand of himself the role of stepfather.

Who is the best dance instructor at the school?

Is Lu Mingfei referring to Chen Motong?

He remembered that Chen Motong was the school's dance champion, and the Lace White Dress Girls Group under Caesar's command was also a skilled dancer in the academy.

However, he did not intend to rely on Caesar's side for this matter.

Lu Mingfei said solemnly, "He's been the hidden king of the academy for many years, a peerless dancer, and once as popular as you and the boss among countless girls. Unfortunately, his talent has been tarnished. But I think he's more than capable of teaching you!"

Chu Zihang was filled with respect and asked, "Who are you referring to? Which professor from the academy?"

"No, no, no!" Lu Mingfei shook his finger. "It's truly heartbreaking that such an outstanding student hasn't graduated yet. This clearly shows that there are loopholes in the academy's system!"

Chu Zihang's heart skipped a beat. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "You're not talking about Fingel, are you?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's wide eyes and incredulous expression, as if silently questioning him, Chu Zihang felt a little better.

Seeing this, the junior brother was about to question himself about how he could have associated it with G-class Finn, which meant he had guessed wrong.

"Great minds think alike!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed with delight. "Senior brother, you also think Fen Gou is a good dancer?"

No, I think you're all trying to scam me out of my money.

Chu Zihang remained expressionless and quickened his pace.

……

……

By the time Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei returned to the academy, it was already 7 p.m.

Chu Zihang went back to store the Holy Sword first, and also had to return the equipment. Lu Mingfei and he agreed to meet in the dormitory later.

After Chu Zihang finished everything, he rushed to Lu Mingfei and Finger's dormitory. When he pushed open the door, he saw that the table was a mess. The two guys had already eaten a big meal while he was busy.

"Senior brother, sit down! I also ordered one for you, don't be shy, it's on me today!" Lu Tuhao sat at the table, picking his teeth with a toothpick, and waved his hand generously.

Fingel exclaimed that his junior was incredibly handsome today!

Chu Zihang walked to the table, glanced at it, and saw a single serving of chicken and mushroom soup, plus a medium-rare filet mignon. The dessert was foie gras with silver cod rolls. It was a very sumptuous meal. Did these two eat like this every day?

No wonder he could still be in debt despite receiving the principal's scholarship every year; I've heard Fingel is also heavily in debt...

"No need, I ate two sandwiches on my way back," Chu Zihang politely declined. "Let's get straight to the point, Senior Fen, are you really that good at dancing?"

He looked at the disheveled blond Fingel and said solemnly.

To be honest, he didn't know much about Fingel, only that he had heard of the Minister of the Press Department and the unprecedented F-rank name, oh, now it's G-rank.

Whichever it is, it makes Fingel destined to become one of the "legends" of Kassel College.

As for paying for Lu Mingfei's car repairs, Chu Zihang didn't mind. Just like he had agreed to contract an amusement park for Xia Mi, he didn't mind helping Lu Mingfei with this kind of thing.

It could even be said that he was quite happy to use this kind of thing to get closer to Lu Mingfei.

At first, he felt he owed Lu Mingfei one life, but later he felt he owed him two, the other being his father's, because Lu Mingfei gave him hope for revenge.

In the face of something like this, paying for car repairs is insignificant.

but.

What he cares about now is not money, but whether he can learn something truly valuable.

If Fingel was just giving a haphazard lecture, he would rather go back to his dorm and study on his own, and find another excuse to help his junior fix his car. With the car, his junior would probably take another big step forward on his path to picking up girls.

Fingel wiped his greasy hair, held up three fingers, and said, "3000, no bargaining, guaranteed to teach you, tango crash course, specific time depends on your aptitude, payment afterward!"

"Hey, why are you suddenly charging me?" Lu Mingfei asked, glaring at him.

"I didn't want to accept it, but someone questioned my abilities, and he felt more at ease after I paid the money." Fingel had an expression that said, "I was forced into this situation."

"Okay." Chu Zihang suddenly interrupted their conversation, staring into Fingel's eyes, "Actually, I've heard some rumors about you. They say you were once an A-level, and someone who can be ranked A-level based on pure bloodline is definitely not an ordinary person."

Fingel scratched his head: "Junior brother, even if you say that, I still won't give you a discount..."

"No discount needed," Chu Zihang said calmly. "I've paid the three thousand US dollars; it will be transferred to your account shortly. When shall we begin?"

"Great! What are we waiting for? Let's do it tonight!" Fingel slammed his hand on the table, his eyes burning with intensity, each eye holding a dollar sign.

Chu Zihang stood up and said, "I've temporarily borrowed Dance Hall No. 3. Let's go."

"You can just lend this thing like that?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback. He had originally planned to do it in his dorm room.

"Of course, students enjoy corresponding benefits according to their rating. Some benefits for A-level students are no less than those for professors. Junior brother, you should learn to make good use of your S-level privileges," Chu Zihang nodded.

"Wait a minute, let me wash my hair and change my clothes. Today, I'll show you the charm of Elvis!"

Fingel, full of confidence, grabbed a towel from the bed and gave Lu Mingfei a wink before rushing into the bathroom.

Lu Mingfei made an "OK" gesture under the table to indicate "Received".

Chu Zihang didn't notice this scene; instead, a slight thought stirred within him.

This is a good opportunity to test whether I have inherited that man's genes.

That man whose code name was also "Elvis".

With such a flamboyant reputation, it's likely that the man was quite the ladies' man before he met his mother, spending his nights in bars and nightclubs, encountering countless beautiful women.

But even such a flamboyant guy ended up getting trapped, and trapped completely.

Is this love? It's terrifying.

……

Half an hour later, the three arrived at the entrance of the No. 3 dance hall.

But the lights were already on in the dance hall, which was occupied by two girls.

Upon seeing the girl standing in the center of the field, tiptoeing and spinning lightly, Chu Zihang's face twitched, and he turned to look at Lu Mingfei and Finger.

He wasn't sure if it was a chance encounter or if someone had leaked the information.

"Hey, Junior Sister, Zero, what are you doing here?" Lu Mingfei's surprise was genuine, and Fingel also looked at Lu Mingfei with a blank expression, as if asking what was going on.

Chu Zihang frowned and withdrew his gaze. Had he guessed wrong? Well, there was no reason for these two to call Xia Mi.

And in fact...

Fingel did indeed use the opportunity of going to the bathroom to inform Xia Mi, and also used the excuse of washing his hair to perfectly delay time in order to create this chance encounter.

The problem is, the other girl was completely outside their plans.

Therefore, the shock they showed was absolutely genuine.

That was Zero, with light golden hair, wearing a white dance costume, and skin that was almost transparently white. She was petite, somewhere between a child and a young girl.

"Good evening, three senior brothers. What a coincidence to meet you here."

Under the bright lights, Xia Mi's bun stood up, her cheeks were slender and pretty, a sly glint in her eyes, and she smiled as she looked at Chu Zihang.

Zero, on the other side, nodded slightly to the three of them, then fell silent, turned around on his own, slowly raised his arm, lifted one leg, and stopped.

That was a classic ballet pose, like the death of a swan, so beautiful it sent a shiver down your spine.

It was only then that Lu Mingfei and the others noticed that Ling was wearing headphones. She was immersed in the music playing in her headphones, dancing gracefully like a swan, completely ignoring their presence.

(End of this chapter)