Dragon Raja: Reboot

Inside the Porsche.

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat, head down, his hair obscuring his expression.

What's going on? Doing it again?

Last time, you also acted so unilaterally, jumping off the train and leaping into the darkness to face death. Before you left, you told me to take the glory we had gained together with me as I fled Nibelungen and embrace all my fellow female students...

You said you can't stand seeing others being incredibly stupid, so you always interfere in my life, always trying to help this loser out. But why doesn't anyone help you out when you're at your lowest and most desperate?

Has anyone in this world ever truly shown you warmth?

You're practically in the North and South Poles, freezing in your shorts and t-shirt, so why do you still go to such lengths to warm others?

Senior brother, why are you always so gentle?

Her gentleness is heartbreaking.

Also, senior brother, how come you've become my love mentor again?

I had meticulously planned this time, intending to be your love guide, to lead you through the maze, and to guide you towards a carefree and joyful life. But at the last moment, you turned around and lectured me...

This is really annoying.

Senior brother, with your blockhead mind, the fact that you can say these things is probably all thanks to your incredibly stubborn father, right?

But my senior's dad is really cool. Listening to an extremely rare, priceless record, smoking a cigar, drinking whiskey, lying alone in bed contemplating grand themes like how to protect the fate of humanity...

There are some things that are not done well enough, and I really can't agree with them. I think you think so too, right, senior brother?

Otherwise, why would you have warned me before you died, telling me never to give the hand of the woman I love to another man?

Great! My fellow students and I have reached a consensus once again!

We're a match made in heaven! It's a pity you're a guy, senior brother, so there's nothing I can do. You should marry Xia Mi instead, and we'll be partners who entrust our backs to each other.

As for me...

Of course, the junior brother obediently listened to his senior brother and went to find the red-haired girl who would sit behind me and hug my waist even when I was riding a bicycle, her cheek pressed against my back.

I will take her to see the sunrise and sunset, to see the ends of the earth, and to spend the four seasons with her.

Then our two families can go on a group trip! We even get a discount if we join! We can go to Japan in the summer and Hawaii in the winter. Spring and autumn are up to them. I don't care, and you probably don't care either, right, senior brother? If the eldest can perfectly resolve the burden of her family, maybe she can bring her senior sister with us.

That makes three!

If Finn could pull himself together, and if Susie and Lancelot could step up their game...

Goodness, our team is going to be huge, senior!

Such wonderful days, just thinking about them makes me smile like a proud aunt!

Senior brother...

I gave up all my power and influence to return here, not to witness the tragedy again, but to embrace these beautiful moments.

These wonderful days are still far away, like newly planted seeds that need careful cultivation and care, watering and fertilizing. But with me here, I guarantee a one-stop service for watering and pest control!

"Brother, are you very sad?"

The little devil's voice whispered in his ear.

Lu Mingfei slowly raised his head, a faint smile appearing on his face, which was filled with coldness and anger. The smile was harsh and icy.

"How could I be sad? I am overjoyed and just want to slay a dragon while reciting poetry to indulge in some refined pursuits, something I haven't done in a long time."

He spoke with a smile, but every word seemed to spring from his teeth, filled with rage, as fierce as thunder and lightning.

Lu Mingze was silent for a moment, then scratched his head and sighed, "Brother, this is also my fault. I didn't expect that after all these years, this guy is still as petty as he was back then, without any improvement. You just beat up one of his newly recruited underlings, and he sends a puppet out from his hometown to block your path and even wants to take Senior Brother's life. He really doesn't know what's good for him!"

In the end, the little devil's face was filled with righteous indignation for his brother.

He clenched his little fist and said seriously, "Brother, my fists are hard!"

"Hey, you're getting tough now? How about giving me another free service?" Lu Mingfei looked at Lu Mingze standing outside the car window with an umbrella.

Lu Mingze shamelessly clung to him, pleading pitifully:

"No, no, no! Global warming has triggered a financial crisis, and business is tough. Brother, wouldn't it be great if you could help me out?"

Lu Mingfei sighed, his face saying, "It's difficult for me to do this."

"I also want to support your business, but then again, you yourself said it's all your fault. My senior and I were perfectly fine, boarding our plane to Chicago, but then we got stuck on this highway. Who can we complain to? Shouldn't this be considered after-sales service? Or did you do this on purpose... um... is this malicious marketing?"

Lu Mingze blinked innocently, "It's not entirely my fault! Who told you to lose control last night and beat someone up so badly? Even a boss would have lost control!"

"Are you blaming me?"

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so brave, brother. I really want to go and have some fun." Lu Mingze scratched his hair, looking somewhat troubled, and sighed, "Then as compensation, I'll provide you with another free service. Luckily, it was just a low-level puppet. If the real one had come, we brothers would have been risking our lives!"

Lu Mingfei shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

He opened the car door and got out. The little devil tiptoed and eagerly held an umbrella for his brother.

Lu Mingfei turned to look at his senior brother. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. His senior brother's heroic figure, holding a knife, was frozen in mid-air. He really wanted to take a picture of it right now.

He subconsciously rubbed his hands together and breathed on them.

It's summer, but it's freezing cold right now.

"Brother, I hate rainy days the most," Lu Mingze suddenly said, his delicate little face as if covered with a layer of frost. "Getting wet in the rain makes me feel cold, like that day when you felt cold, and I felt cold too."

Lu Mingfei looked down, patted his younger brother's head, and laughed, "So now I'm starting to hate rainy days too."

Lu Mingze looked up and met his brother's gaze, his expressionless face blossoming into a bright and pure smile.

"Brother, you really didn't lie to me this time!"

Lu Mingfei said earnestly, "How could your brother lie to you? Your brother loves you, just as you love me. I've said before that whether I like Yu or not depends entirely on you, and the same goes for the world."

"If one day, my senior brother and I are standing on two roads going in opposite directions, who would you choose to reach out to?" Lu Mingze tilted his head, his tone wistful.

At this moment, that beautiful, childlike face was filled with a coldness and hardness that belied its age.

"Of course it's you." Lu Mingfei patted his head, his gaze affectionate, and said without thinking.

Lu Mingze was stunned for a moment.

This was a truly unexpected answer. He had originally thought that his brother would remain silent for a long time, his eyes filled with hesitation, or that he would choose his senior brother, since his brother had always been so afraid of him!

"...Brother, if your senior brother asked you the same question, how would you answer?"

"My senior brother wouldn't ask such a question, so I don't need to answer. The only people around me who would ask this kind of question are probably Fen Gou and you," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

Lu Mingze's eyes widened, and he puffed out his cheeks, saying, "So that answer was just a complete bluff, right?!"

"Snapped!"

Lu Mingfei slapped the little devil on the head, his expression unfriendly, and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? Hurry up and get to work, then get lost. Stop watching soap operas. Why don't you ask me who I'd save first if you and my mother fell into the water?"

Lu Mingze held his head in his hands, looking aggrieved, and asked with pleading eyes, "Then... me and my mother..."

"Snapped!"

"You fucking know it's my mother!" Lu Mingfei cursed.

Lu Mingze said, "I'm leaving the group right now!"

The little devil sighed and handed the umbrella to his brother, saying something about how the night was long and that he was going to have barbecue with a pretty long-legged lady. He added that the rainy night was unbearably cold and told his brother to enjoy himself here. He also said that he had to catch his flight and that they would meet again sometime. He added that he would appreciate his brother's support next time.

"Wait, where's my cheat code?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I temporarily set up a private server for you, brother, and changed the password too. This time it's not 'something for nothing,' but our favorite line, brother, you should remember it, right? Here's a little hint: 'A steamed bun soaked in porridge'—guess a name! Brother, try to guess carefully, or if you can't guess it… your senior brother will really die!"

The little devil casually tossed aside the white rose tucked in his breast pocket and disappeared in a flash.

He had come tonight to attend an unexpected funeral, but his brother's change of heart and his answer satisfied him so much that he was willing to pay the price to reverse the outcome.

"Why are you throwing flowers around like that? Don't give them to me, you wasteful thing!"

Lu Mingfei reacted quickly and grabbed the white rose that was fluttering in mid-air.

He held a black umbrella in his right hand and a white rose in his left, humming Leslie Cheung's "The Way We Were," and walked towards his senior brother through the rain.

The slightly desolate melody, accompanied by the torrential rain, was a particularly fitting backdrop.

"...The long road is almost over, and we've finally arrived at a bright and sunny day..."

Senior brother, I've come to pick you up.

Moved?

Not moved?

Then lie down obediently, and this time your junior brother will help you win without lifting a finger.

……

……

Chu Zihang leaped high into the air, just like that man back then, and swung his sword at Odin's head.

Even if it's like a moth drawn to a flame, he'll still slay the gods like his father!

Odin slowly drew his curved spear and thrust it out in an instant, striking the tip of Murasame's blade. The enormous recoil sent Chu Zihang flying backward, crashing heavily into the puddle.

Junyan's domain was forcibly terminated in that instant, as the other party canceled his incantation with a higher authority!

Chu Zihang suddenly coughed up blood, struggled to his feet, and glared angrily at the other man.

In his rage, he launched his second charge. The dragon blood within him surged and roared through every vein like a dam bursting. A tidal wave of power surged forth once more, granting him the courage to challenge the divine chariot!

But anger could not bridge the fundamental gap between them. He was easily defeated once again, his body flying through the air before crashing into the rain.

The other party didn't seem to want to kill him, otherwise he would have been dead just now.

Chu Zihang lay stunned in the water, having been pulled out of his blood-boosting state for the first time. His once undying golden eyes had become incredibly dim.

I'm sorry, Dad, I lost...

As his consciousness grew increasingly hazy, he whispered an apology, his eyelids drooping heavily, covering his pupils, as if he were about to fall asleep.

His six years of pent-up hatred ultimately succumbed to the spear of fate.

The only saving grace was that he managed to protect his junior brother.

He and his junior brother didn't actually have a life-or-death relationship, but when he heard his junior brother praising him so highly in that pizzeria, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

This moment.

The torrential rain seemed to have subsided considerably.

A clearly off-key humming sound came from behind.

Someone hummed a song and danced gracefully as they walked through the puddles.

Chu Zihang struggled to open his eyes.

That was… Leslie Cheung’s “Back Then”… He recognized it.

The rain poured down into his eyes, blurring his vision.

He could only see a familiar figure standing in front of him, holding a black umbrella.

Like a funeral procession, they come here to perform the final rites.

who……

Who is it...?

Is it Lu Mingfei?

Idiot...didn't I tell you to run?

Why come back...?

Junior brother, how am I supposed to face the person I was six years ago if you do this...?

Really...

You idiot...

The blurry figure crouched down, planted the black umbrella in its hand on the ground to shield him from the wind and rain, and took the long knife from his hand, as if taking on the hatred on his behalf.

"Senior brother, happy days are just around the corner, please... don't die!"

"I hate it most when others take away what belongs to me. Everything I've lost, I will take back with my own hands!"

The man rose, knife in hand, his somber words carrying within them a boundless rage that threatened to engulf the entire world, and a coldness unique to a monarch.

He turned around.

That slightly thin figure stood between his senior brother and Odin.

He exhaled softly, as if silently lamenting the heavens and the fate of the world. His golden eyes, representing ultimate strength and violence, quietly ignited, like an inextinguishable lamp in the wind and rain.

Its originally thin body began to swell and deform, its bones made a chilling sound, sharp bone spurs protruded from its body surface, and black scales snapped shut with a loud thud!

When the enormous black wings spread, a gale swept outwards from him, carrying torrential rain back into the sky!

"Senior brother, the rain has stopped. I've come to pick you up."

he……

No, we must use "He" to describe it!

He slowly turned around and smiled, as if leaving his last bit of mercy here, before turning to face the war.

In that instant, an eight-legged steed galloped in like thunder!

Amidst flashes of lightning, the false god, seated high on his throne, charged forward, wielding a spear that symbolized destiny!

Lu Mingfei gripped the Village Rain tightly in his hand, as if he were holding the most powerful and violent authority in the world!

His deal with Lu Mingze awakened the dragon blood dormant deep within him, unlocking the gates that had been sealing his power.

That power once belonged to them, and now he holds it firmly in his hands once more.

Looking down upon heaven and earth, one will reach the summit, where all who defy it perish!

He tilted his head slightly, smiling as he looked at the charging false god. Every smile and every glance was as sharp as a blade!

The world became slow and clear in his eyes, every detail, every scale, every feather was reflected in his pupils, and the thunderous hoofbeats were also reflected in them.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the supreme position, and the entire world responded to his breath!

Even though Odin arrived riding the legendary eight-legged steed, he still had ample time to mourn and celebrate his rebirth and return.

He looked up and saw four colors: red, blue, black, and white.

They linger in the sky, on the earth, and in the sea, flowing along certain paths.

The chaotic elements caused the storm, and then, at Lu Mingfei's command, the rain flowed backward, and all was silent.

He suppressed the other party's authority!

And this...

That is the essence of the dragon race's power!

Commanding the elements with one's own will and rewriting the rules of heaven and earth is the ultimate alchemy and the ultimate power of the dragon race. It cannot be learned and can only be passed down through bloodlines.

Therefore... how could a mere puppet king, driven by others, dare to be his enemy, even if he possessed some supreme authority?!

Lu Mingfei finally lowered his head, his expression cold and violent, staring at the charging false god with a mocking gaze.

He looked at the other person as if he were a rebellious traitor riding a horse and charging at the emperor's carriage, revealing disgust and coldness.

"Ora ora ora ora!!"

Black wings fluttered in the gale, and Lu Mingfei laughed wildly as he went against the current!

In that instant, his speed exceeded the limits of human vision, and he passed by the false god who was personally leading the expedition!

Nothing seemed to have happened, but the majestic eight-legged horse suddenly froze in place.

It collapsed with a crash!

With absolute violence, he chopped off the hooves of the eight-legged horse with his knife and dragged the false god off his throne!

He abruptly stopped, stepping through the rain, and strode forward, dragging his sword as he charged forward. The blade parted the water, gathering all the rainwater onto the sword. He soared into the sky, then swooped down, wielding the sword with both hands amidst wild laughter!

The water swirled at high speed, forming a waterspout. As the long sword slashed down fiercely, the waterspout roared and devoured the false god!

An extremely harsh friction sound rang out, and intense sparks flew, only to be instantly submerged by the water dragon!

Murasame cleaved through the dark gold metal armor!

This alchemical longsword should not have received such "honor." It should have been shattered at the moment of impact, but the wielder believed that it should cut through the armor of the false god. Perhaps it was due to his sincerity that it so easily cleaved through Odin's armor, and the blade remained completely undamaged!

Odin roared in fury, letting out a beastly howl, ignoring the fact that his armor had been slashed open, and thrust out the spear he was holding tightly!

That is the legendary Eternal Spear, the Spear of Destiny, which always strikes its target!

In an instant, countless thrusts were made, lightning flashed between each strike, and each thrust was accompanied by a dark golden light. These arcs of light enveloped Lu Mingfei, aiming directly at his vital points!

"Fool! Fool! Fool!" Lu Mingfei laughed wildly, slashing at high speed with his knife in the water curtain, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting Odin thrust Gungnir, which represented certain death, into his body, trading injury for injury!

The deafening clang of metal shattered eardrums, and long swords and spears tore through the rain, leaving bloody wounds on each other's bodies.

This is a war of kings, where every strike draws blood, a life-or-death struggle, and the first to fall is the loser!

Lu Mingfei swung his knife and spun around, dodging a spear aimed straight at his heart for the first time. He lightly stepped on the tip of the spear with his right foot, and then stepped on the false god's face with his left!

He leaped high into the air once more, stepping on Odin's face!

Chop!

The mask on Odin's face shattered with a crash, scattering into countless fragments.

Lu Mingfei kicked the dead-looking face under the mask, sending him flying!

Just then, a muffled neighing came from behind, slowing his attack.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw the horse with its hooves severed struggling to raise its head, its nostrils still spitting out lightning beneath the mask.

Like a loyal steed on the battlefield crawling towards its master, its loyalty and perseverance inspire awe.

This has nothing to do with stance or species; it is purely a hymn to life and will.

The blade flashed by.

The horse's head was severed.

loyalty?

It's utterly ridiculous.

A bunch of traitors and rebels, do they even deserve to put on a show of loyalty in front of him?!

He grinned maliciously and flapped his massive black wings again, instantly appearing in front of "Odin" and mercilessly slashing down with his longsword until he tore the other man to pieces!

He showed no mercy and gave the other party no chance to breathe.

The war between kings can only end in death; there is no mercy, only the sorrow of the rabbit dying and the fox feeling sorry for it.

Thick, pungent blood splattered on his face, and the other man's lava-colored golden eyes finally dimmed, like a candle extinguished in the wind.

The war is over.

The tyrannical man suddenly stopped, slowly raising his slashing blade like a toy about to be wound up.

He put away all his ferocity and coldness, his face clean and gentle like a child's.

He stood with his hands on his sword, silently gazing into the distance. His expression showed no joy after the great victory, but rather a strange sadness and melancholy.

Only after a long time did he gently bend down, place the white roses he had prepared beforehand beside the mangled corpse, rise and sigh deeply, as if mourning the passing of his family.

His eyes revealed compassion.