Dragon Raja: Reboot

Chapter 134 Private Talk in the Bedroom

"Alright, alright, you two stinky men, get lost. I need to talk to my lovely Xiao Mi alone."

Norns waved to shoo Chu Zihang and Finger away.

"What do you two have to talk about?" Fingel asked, surprised.

"Xiao Mi is beautiful!" the woman said matter-of-factly. "Although she's not as beautiful as me, there aren't many girls this beautiful in the whole world. Beautiful girls have plenty to talk about; are you planning to eavesdrop on their private conversations?"

"I don't mind, but I don't know if you do," Fingel said sincerely.

"I mind, so please leave gracefully," Norns said with a friendly smile.

"Alright!" Fingel, knowing that a wise person knows when to yield, grabbed his junior brother's hand and jogged outside, leaving the stage to the two women.

Chu Zihang turned to look at Xia Mi, who smiled slightly at him and made a fist gesture to reassure him.

The two men left the building and returned to the van.

"What do you think of tonight's conversation?" Fingel asked, sitting in the front row and lighting a cigarette.

"What?" Chu Zihang was a little dazed and didn't hear Fingel's words clearly.

"Junior brother, are you daydreaming? That's rare. Are you worried about your junior sister? Don't worry, they wouldn't go so far as to distract us and specifically target her. If they wanted to, we couldn't stop them," Fingel reassured him.

"I'm not worried about that." Chu Zihang was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'm wondering how Xia Mi guessed the third question."

"The third question? You mean 'betrayal'?" Fingel tilted the driver's seat back, resting his feet on the steering wheel. "My junior sister is intelligent and kind-hearted."

Chu Zihang glanced at the lazy guy through the rearview mirror. "I think I know what you're trying to say, Senior Brother Fen. But '蕙质兰心' is used to describe a woman's pure heart and elegant character."

Fingel's hand holding the cigarette froze, and he muttered, "Damn it, I learned it wrong."

"The information we obtained today is very important, so important that I dare not write it in the mission report afterward." Chu Zihang looked down at the scabbard in his hand.

The scabbard he obtained so easily gave him a sense of unreality.

If this is the genuine article, then the scabbard that the hunter on the train dug up a few years ago is a fake?

Fingel said lazily, "In fact, even if you told us, the Board of Trustees might not believe you. Instead, they would launch a thorough investigation into these absurd truths and would do anything to uncover the truth, even if it means cracking our brains. So, don't invite trouble. Keeping it a secret is the right choice."

"Can't even the principal and vice-principal be informed?"

"Those two old guys are still trustworthy; at least they won't try to pry open our brains. You probably don't know, but that old man, the principal, knows hypnosis."

"Have you been on missions before, senior brother?"

"I've been on a few missions, and everything went smoothly at first, but then I got cocky." Fingel scratched his head. "Junior brother, don't follow my example. You can die easily in missions involving dragons if you're not careful. Once you're dead, it's too late to regret it. There's no chance to restart in the real world."

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother." Chu Zihang keenly sensed something profound hidden beneath Fingel's seemingly relaxed words.

He suddenly realized that Fingel was also one of his kind, and they both had a painful past that was hard to talk about.

They just chose different paths.

He chose to isolate himself and embark on a solitary path of revenge, while Senior Brother Fen seemed to choose to face life with a smile...

He leaned back in his chair, looking wearily at the rain outside the window, which had somehow come to a standstill. Suddenly, the extraordinary tranquility on Xia Mi's face came to mind.

……

……

"What does my sister want to tell me?" Xia Mi asked with a sweet smile.

"It's been so long since we last met. Don't you have anything to say to me, Jormungandr?" Norns' smile was gentle, but Xia Mi's eyes held a deadly danger.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, the warm, bright lights inside the building turned sharp and cold, and a dangerous aura silently permeated the space between the two women.

They stared at each other, neither willing to back down, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.

"Sister, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm Xia Mi." Xia Mi ended the standoff with a smile.

"Oh? I see." Norns smiled, then said regretfully, "Looks like my memory's gotten worse lately. I'm really sorry, but to make it up to you, I'll tell you one more secret."

"What secret?"

"The secrets of the four monarchs."

"Huh?"

"The Four Sovereigns and the White King are equal beings; they are merely vessels of power."

"But unlike the incomplete power that the White King obtained, these powers are relatively more complete. Therefore, Erhei split these powers in half and bestowed them on the four monarchs respectively."

"Do you know why Erhei chose them? Because he didn't want anyone to combine these powers into one; he only needed a vessel. Also, because among the first generation of beings, the four monarchs were all extremely special beings."

"Constantine will never grow up. Norton is hesitant and timid when it comes to Constantine; where is the majesty of the Grey King? The ocean and water, however violent and powerful, cannot conceal their past as pets. And the weakness of the sky and wind is their hearts; they are like two immature little brats."

"As for Jormungandr, that girl is very clever. Her strength lies in imitation and learning, but her weakness is also her ability to imitate. The world of dragons requires power, and even after ascending to the throne of the earth and mountains, her strength is still inferior to that of the other first-generation dragons, while her brother is the opposite. Constantine is naive, and Fenrir is simply stupid."

"What makes them special, besides their disability, is that they are bound by emotions. They are dragons, yet they possess human emotions—it's laughable, isn't it a regression?"

"They wove a cage of kinship for themselves, and that's what Erhei valued. He didn't want the 'vessels' to devour each other and perfect their power. And in this world, what cage can compare to the bondage of emotions? If it were any other dragon, they would probably have already started devouring each other."

Norns spoke slowly and leisurely, then paused, pondered for a moment, and said...

"By the way, the reason why the White King started the rebellion back then was because he discovered this truth. The four monarchs must have also realized it to some extent, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to betray the Two Blacks at the same time. Speaking of which, I also went to join in the fun when they made their alliance. It was quite a lively event, a long-awaited feast, and I had a great time."

Xia Mi lowered her head, her right hand gently holding her left wrist, her bangs obscuring her eyes.

"Is this world just a game for my sister?"

"Hmm? Does Mimi have a different opinion?"

"For some people, simply surviving is already an exhaustion..."

"No, you can't," Norns interrupted her with a smile. "Xiao Mi can't use such childish human language. We don't have those fragile human bonds, and our deaths won't cause trouble for anyone. If you feel that living is too tiring, then go die. Living or dying is your own choice, and once you've made a choice, you have to be prepared to face the consequences, instead of learning from humans and lamenting your fate while clinging to life, unwilling to die. That's a bad habit, you know."

Her smile was serene, possessing an otherworldly beauty, like a pure lotus quietly blooming in solitude.

Xia Mi suddenly realized that this woman's beauty did not belong to this world.

Beneath her seemingly quirky and playful exterior lies a self-isolation that is completely detached from the rest of the world.

This woman comes from a civilization even older than the dragon race, a truly lost civilization, and she is the last person of that lost civilization.

This world is no longer the world she knew.

Her era has long since passed.

She was the last person of civilization, and the last trace of that civilization's existence. She carried the beginning of a civilization and lived alone in this world.

After her death, everything belonging to that ancient civilization will vanish completely.

No one will remember them, just as no one knows they ever existed.

What exactly was she thinking that kept her alive until now?

"A world where even if I die, I won't cause any trouble for anyone? My sister and I are different." Xia Mi smiled again, as if she had regrouped.

Norns looked at her with affection: "Do you know why I said that being good at imitation is both an advantage and a disadvantage?"

"Perhaps it's because those who are good at imitating often lose themselves and live like others?" Xia Mi tilted her head and said.

"Wearing a mask isn't scary; what's scary is gradually losing sight of who you truly are. Even scarier is knowingly pretending not to. Also, do you really think love can blossom between completely different civilizations?"

"My sister seems to have little faith in us?"

"It's difficult for hearts to connect, especially two hearts from different civilizations. Love is a two-way street, but sometimes it requires one-sided giving. Do you have that courage? I've witnessed many tragedies, and I don't have high hopes for you two."

"You have to try," Xia Mi said softly. "If you don't even dare to try, then you've already lost miserably, haven't you?"

"I see," Norns smiled. "Then let's give it a try. That's all for now, or someone's coming after me!"

She winked playfully, instantly shattering the previous atmosphere.

"Good luck, Xiaomi! Although I don't have high hopes for you guys, I'm still really looking forward to it. After all, people like us love to witness fate being knocked down again."

"Why did you choose this time to enter, sister?" Xia Mi suddenly asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because the timeline has changed, and it seems like there's finally hope for a comeback? Or maybe I just like that guy named Chu Zihang? Hmm, I can't say for sure, maybe I'm just itching to go all in and I just happened to pick you guys."

Norns smiled as he passed her, his hands behind his back, hopping around as if he were playing hopscotch.

Her appearance really resembled Xia Mi's. Just as Lu Mingfei once said, her quirky and clever nature surpassed that of her junior sister. However, Xia Mi had glimpsed the long-sealed inner world of the woman from their conversation today.

What she carried, what she experienced, and what she faced were all burdens that Xia Mi could empathize with, but could never truly comprehend.

Norns hummed a melody that Xia Mi had never heard before, a melody that was both light and melancholic, like the beautiful yet lonely sunset of this autumn.

Xia Mi stood silently for a long time before finally turning around and walking towards the outside of the building, where someone was waiting for her.

……

……

"Why isn't it ready yet?" Chu Zihang sheathed the holy sword and placed it horizontally on his knees.

"Here we are, saying Junior Sister has arrived." Fingel glanced out the window, got up, took his foot off the steering wheel, tossed his cigarette butt out the window, and said, "Alright! Get ready to fight!"

"Sorry I'm late." Xia Mi clasped her hands together. "There are still ten minutes left. Everything will be back to normal in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Fingel rubbed his chin. "Don't even mention ten minutes. If we can't deal with Gungnir, ten hours is just waiting to die."

His gaze fell on Chu Zihang's knees.

"Junior brother, have you figured out its use?"

Chu Zihang said in a daze, "I still don't have any clue."

"Why don't you try dripping some blood?" Fingel scratched his head. "Think about it, the vice principal used blood when he awakened the Seven Deadly Sins. Maybe this thing needs a high enough bloodline concentration to be awakened."

"But the problem is that Norns isn't a dragon," Chu Zihang said helplessly.

He had considered using his bloodline to awaken the alchemical weapon, but the woman wasn't a dragon at all and didn't possess dragon blood. It was like someone who played with chakra encountering someone who played with Haki—they just didn't click.

Fingel was also stunned.

"Damn...it really is." Fingel said weakly, "Why don't you go consult Odin about how he used Gungnir? We're all chosen ones, why not discuss academic research together? Share what you know!"

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi: "..."

"I knew you were a bit eccentric, but I never imagined you'd already become a legend on this path," Xia Mi sighed, then turned to Chu Zihang and said earnestly, "Senior brother, why not give it a try? It's free blood anyway, what if you succeed!"

Helpless, Chu Zihang drew his holy sword, made a cut on his thumb, and dripped blood onto the scabbard.

Blood slowly seeped into the scabbard.

The three men stared wide-eyed at the sword sheath, not daring to blink, afraid of missing a single moment.

"My eyes are a little dry... I need to moisturize them first," Fingel said sheepishly, unable to bear it any longer.

"It's really useless. The scabbard isn't activated by dragon blood." Chu Zihang shook his head.

He remembered what Norns had said when he tossed him the scabbard.

Not just anyone who obtains a divine artifact can be made a god.

If you don't even know how to use it, even the most powerful weapon is just a piece of scrap metal.

How exactly should this scabbard be used?

Chu Zihang was deep in thought.

Even if this weapon isn't an alchemical weapon, it's something similar. He sensed the living spirit sleeping within the scabbard, but he had no way to awaken it.

If the bloodline isn't good enough... Dragon runes?

His eyebrows suddenly twitched as he recalled what his junior brother had said when they faced that dragon on the train.

Dragon runes are the essence of the dragon race's power. What drives dragon runes is not chakra or Haki, but spiritual power!

But how can we activate spiritual power?

"Junior sister, are you sure it really is ten minutes?" Fingel's calm voice rang out.

"Hmm? She really is..." Xia Mi's voice disappeared.

A group of dark figures had gathered around the bread cart without anyone noticing.

They completed the encirclement silently; at such close range, the Divine Car simply couldn't accelerate to a speed sufficient to ram them aside.

"Junior brother, it's up to you. Give them a big win!" Fingel turned around to cheer Chu Zihang on.

Chu Zihang got out of the car. The rain remained still, but these dark figures quietly appeared around them. They had broken free from the game's control.

This discovery cast a shadow over Chu Zihang's mind.

The game world seems to have encountered problems due to someone's recklessness.

A dragon script compressed to its limit was uttered from his mouth, and a faint light visible to the naked eye flashed between his eyebrows, which then expanded a thousandfold.

Release of the domain of the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame.

The intense heat instantly drove away the surrounding still raindrops, releasing a large amount of heat, and the boundaries of the area became clearly visible.

Snake-like, twisting lines emerged around him, these dark red lines extending along the edge of the domain, intertwining with each other, becoming clearer and darker, the high temperature locked tightly within the domain.

Chu Zihang stretched out his hand, and these black lines detached from the domain interface and converged into Chu Zihang's palm. In the end, the black lines formed a vortex that spun rapidly in Chu Zihang's palm, as unstable as a spinning top on the verge of going out of control.

This is……

He stared blankly at the black vortex in his hand, and subconsciously pushed the dangerous black vortex out of the domain.

It was outside the area that the field could control, and it exploded instantly at a temperature of several thousand degrees!

Flames swept across the wide street, turning the shadowy figures into lava-colored skeletons.

In an instant, the still raindrops in the surrounding area were vaporized, and a thick white mist enveloped the street.

A shadowy figure hidden at the very back, who had narrowly escaped the attack, instinctively sensed that Chu Zihang had made a mistake, and showed no fear or hesitation despite the death of its kind.

Its attack on Chu Zihang was as fierce as a tiger, and the fangs under the mask were as sharp as daggers!

But Chu Zihang, contrary to his usual behavior, stared blankly at his palm.

I didn't finish this chapter yesterday. I was planning to finish it while slacking off at work today, but I ended up scanning a bunch of videos and was busy until the very end...

(End of this chapter)