Dragon Raja: Reboot

Edge of the highway.

The rain stopped sometime ago, and the night sky after the rain was a deep blue, as if the dirt had been washed away, with countless stars intertwined.

Lu Mingfei squatted down next to his senior brother and subconsciously reached into his pocket to smoke a cigarette afterward, letting his complicated feelings escape with the wisps of smoke.

When he found nothing, he realized that this was not his previous life.

In his previous life, he watched helplessly as his few remaining friends left one after another. For a long time, he numbed himself with tobacco and alcohol until he had nowhere left to retreat, at which point he drew his sword and roared in anger.

But what use is it at this point?

He looked around blankly, but was already all alone. He could only travel the world to search for the last traces left by his friends, collect their remains, and then rush to the final battlefield.

Even if he wins in the end and conquers the whole world, only his brother is tightly embracing him on the highest throne, and all that remains is the cold and broken world beneath his feet.

How lonely I am.

Lu Mingfei suddenly shivered from the cold, quickly got up and got into the car, opened his bag, took out a set of clothes and changed.

The cost of dragon transformation is the same as the Hulk's transformation, but unfortunately he doesn't have the Hulk's shorts, so he can only obediently go back to the car to change his clothes.

After changing his clothes, Lu Mingfei rummaged through his senior's suitcase again, took out a towel and a set of clothes, wiped his senior's body down, helped him change his clothes, and then helped his senior sit in the passenger seat.

He checked the time; it was 10:30 PM, and the plane was scheduled to take off in an hour and a half.

If we're any later and we miss tonight's flight, won't the senior brother miss out on his junior sister?

It's unbearable to repair!

This moment.

Matchmaker Mingfei is offline!

Road King Mingfei is now online!

He helped his senior brother fasten his seatbelt, then, with a menacing look, he stepped on the gas, and the car engine roared to life. His senior brother's Porsche sped along the highway like a dark blue lightning bolt.

Rush!

This time, they can miss out on and let go of everything, but they absolutely cannot let the one they love slip away!

……

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"Today's sword is Horikawa Kunihiro," the boy said, inserting the katana into the monarch's waist, "to aid Your Highness's martial prowess."

He stood up, tiptoed, and reached out to stroke the monarch's head.

This was a tremendous overstepping of authority, but the monarch simply sat quietly, his pupils empty, for he was already dead.

Only a pale red skeleton remained, clad in armor. The massive winged bones folded behind him like a screen, the texture of the bones like red copper repeatedly forged in a raging fire. Even as nothing but bones, he remained so solemn, one could imagine how he reigned supreme when he was alive.

"How pathetic, Norton," the boy stared at the skull. "Look at you now. So, whether you were a god or an emperor, once you're dead, you're no different from a toy."

Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire.

In life, this Dragon King could use the ultimate incantation called "Candle Dragon" to turn the world into a fiery prison, but after his death, his remains became a tool for people to enjoy.

A gust of wind blew past the window, the sky quickly darkened, and a light rain began to fall, with fallen petals swirling in the rain.

A hint of sadness lingered in the little devil's eyes, reminiscent of Kawabata Yasunari's "The Dancing Girl of Izu." A student, wearing high-toothed wooden clogs, walked alone through a rain-soaked valley and encountered a young, wandering dancing girl. She was only fourteen, yet wore an ancient hairstyle and elaborate makeup. A subtle emotion and sorrow were conveyed between the boy and girl, for from the moment they met, their separation had already begun.

Looking at his compatriots who could no longer speak, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow. He secretly wiped his eyes with his hand, and the onion juice stimulated his tear ducts, causing tears to gush out.

He mimicked his brother's compassionate gaze, gently stroking the cold, skeletal face, his eyes filled with tears, and let out a long sigh.

Then he chuckled.

He fell backward and lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling around laughing, as if he had thought of something extremely funny.

The two women sitting upright at the table were dumbfounded and looked at each other in disbelief.

He had been surrounded by an aura of profound sorrow just moments before, but now he was laughing so hard his stomach hurt, tears welling in his eyes, laughing and crying at the same time, looking every bit like a mentally unstable madman...

The boss is still as abnormal as ever!

But as working people, they dared not show it out loud, and could only keep their eyes and noses closed, pretending not to see anything.

In TV dramas, the reason why the boss's henchmen are usually silenced is because they have been around the boss for too long and know too many embarrassing things about the boss, so they can't be allowed to live.

"Girls, you're here! Long time no see!" The boss finally got up from the ground, his childlike face still bearing an innocent smile. "You're all still so beautiful, your legs are still so long, it's a real treat for the eyes!"

The boss praised them sincerely, his gaze sweeping over the girls' slender, long, white legs, before skipping and hopping to sit down at the table.

Mai Shude instinctively shrank her legs, not because of the boss's gaze.

The boss's gaze was not lewd or greedy, but purely one of appreciation for beautiful things. However, Mai sometimes felt that the way the boss looked at her was like a male otaku looking at his carefully collected figurines, full of pride and satisfaction.

This perfectly describes this man; he is an extremely powerful and violent otaku!

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Su Enxi asked cautiously.

The boss usually doesn't summon them without a reason; if he does, it means there's something extremely important.

The shop owner paused, his gaze suddenly dimming, a palpable sorrow settling over him. He choked out, "My girls, does that mean I can't contact you even if nothing's wrong? I just miss you all!"

Jiude Mai nudged Su Enxi with her elbow, signaling her to deal with the trouble she had caused herself.

"No, no, no! We're just eager to shine for you, boss, and create value!" Su Enxi said, both amused and exasperated.

The boss scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed, and said, "Really? Then I do have a few things I need your help with."

Unsurprised, the two sat up straight, ready to listen attentively.

At the boss's command, even if it's 20,000 leagues under the sea, the nanny/babysitter team has to grit their teeth and charge forward.

"Do you remember His Majesty Norton's meticulously crafted Seven Deadly Sins?"

Su Enxi nodded and said, "Of course, we spent $140 million to salvage it."

"Very good. Next, we need to find a way to sell it to the Kassel School. The dear Principal Angers will put it in the most suitable hands," the boss said with a smile.

Mai Shude and Enxi Su exchanged a glance. The former frowned and said, "Are we really going to return this alchemical treasure to Kassel School? This is a deadly sword capable of annihilating other dragon kings. It is the culmination of the Bronze and Fire King's life's work. There is no other sword like it in the entire world."

The boss blinked and shrugged, saying, "There's nothing I can do. The strongest weapon needs the strongest user. It's useless for us. Are you willing to risk being corrupted by it? Even if you were, I wouldn't. How could I bear to see my beautiful girls suffer such a risk!"

"Moreover, when its domain of 'sin and punishment' expands to its limit, your bloodline won't even be able to touch its hilt. Only the strongest are qualified to wield it, and now the strongest... has begun to awaken!"

The boss had a bright smile, and the two could clearly sense that he was in a very good mood, even excited and thrilled.

It's unbelievable that this man could uncontrollably reveal such emotions.

What good thing happened to the boss?

Has a new record for the shortest game completion time just been set?

"Excuse me... does the strongest person refer to Lu Mingfei?" Mai raised her hand and asked tentatively.

"Bingo! You guessed it!" The boss smiled, his eyes crinkling, and said softly in a tone of praise, "Our strongest actor has finally decided to lay his cards on the table. He has awakened from the body of a coward and become the madman he once was, wielding supreme and tyrannical power. He is so powerful, so perfect, so... merciful!"

Jiu Demai felt lost and confused.

She could understand the boss's praise for Lu Mingfei in the first two sentences.

The boss always trusted, even favored, that loser, and the loser reciprocated by giving back in a way that earned the boss's trust, personally slaughtering Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, and revealing his monstrous side!

But what exactly is kindness?

That guy has absolutely nothing to do with kindness, does he?

Also... a madman?

When that loser truly awakens and transforms into a madman, it will surely unleash a bloodbath...

As Mai recalled the scene of Lu Mingfei massacring Norton, she thought to herself.

"Boss, what price range are you looking to sell it for?" Su Enxi asked.

"You can decide that. You are our finance minister! It's the most reasonable division of labor for professionals to do professional things," the boss said seriously.

"Alright ladies, let's leave the business for now. Are you hungry? Want to have some barbecue with me?" The boss rubbed his rumbling stomach, clapped his hands, and waiters filed in from outside, carrying plates of incredibly tempting barbecue.

Mai and Su Enxi exchanged glances, then calmly sat down at the table, picked up their knives and forks, and happily enjoyed the feast.

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……

Chu Zihang slowly woke up.

His consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and his shoulders felt unusually heavy, as if something was pressing down on them. He slowly opened his eyes, and the world before him was completely dark.

He silently reached out his left hand and pulled down the blindfold that someone had put on him.

He found himself sitting on an airplane without anyone knowing when.

Chu Zihang looked blank and lost.

He remembered lying in the puddles in a sorry state, awaiting divine punishment, for he had offended the divine chariot and was easily struck down by the spear of fate.

then……

His head felt like it was about to split open, but he felt no pain anywhere on his body, as if what he had felt before was just a hallucination.

He looked down at his clothes, which were clearly different from the ones he wore before he became a monk.

Did someone change someone's clothes?

Who?

A blurry image flashed through my mind.

Chu Zihang fell silent.

In that hazy memory, there was a man whose face I couldn't make out, humming a tuneless "The Way We Were," and dancing aimlessly as he approached me with an umbrella.

He put down his umbrella to shield himself from the wind and rain, then took the village rain from his hand, as if he had taken on the deep-seated hatred for himself!

He seemed to be saying that happy days were just around the corner, urging me not to die, and that he hated it most when others took away what belonged to him...

……

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

……

The gentle, familiar voice flashed through Chu Zihang's mind like lightning, illuminating the desolate and lifeless world.

Chu Zihang stood frozen in place.

He remembered!

That's my junior brother!

The junior brother walked up to him with an umbrella, put it down, picked up a knife, and stood in front of him, transforming into a monster capable of fighting against a god!

No, that's not a monster!

Only one other god can be an enemy of God!

He put down the umbrella, abandoned his kindness and humanity, and picked up the long knife, which was tantamount to grasping supreme power and the power of killing.

He stood between God and himself, and in an instant, he fought God a thousand times, shattering God's mask with his sword, mad and invincible!

This is all that Chu Zihang remembers.

He slowly turned his head, his complex gaze falling on his junior brother.

My junior brother put on his earplugs, blindfolded himself, covered himself with a blanket, and snored loudly. He leaned against me, resting his head on my shoulder. No wonder my shoulder felt heavy when I woke up.

He was sleeping soundly, completely unguarded, drool dripping onto his clothes, soaking a patch.

Chu Zihang silently watched his junior brother.

Earplugs, eye mask, blanket...

These were all sets he had prepared. He had specially prepared two sets, one for himself and one for his junior brother. His junior brother had obviously used them very well, equipping them on himself while he was unconscious.

Although he didn't know what excuse his junior brother had used to get him onto the plane while he was unconscious, Chu Zihang felt that it was impossible for him to be alright, just thinking about the scene of fighting in the wind and rain.

He suddenly remembered the sense of crisis he felt at the Runde Building; now that he thought about it, it must have been his junior brother...

Junior brother, who exactly are you?

You were probably the one who killed the King of Bronze and Fire, weren't you?

How could a mere Storm Torpedo possibly kill that kind of monster? Only a monster can kill a monster!

Chu Zihang slowly raised his left hand and placed it in front of Lu Mingfei's neck.

Perhaps in a single instant, he could snap his unsuspecting junior brother's neck. Although he didn't know if snapping his neck would be a fatal injury for his junior brother, the fact that he had such power over life and death placed before him caused Chu Zihang to fall into an even deeper silence once again.

Junior brother should be Dragon, right?

Is it a second-generation species or a first-generation species?

He dejectedly lowered his hand, turned his head to look out the airplane window, and heard his junior brother snoring in his ears. Outside the window was a pitch-black night, and the city lights in the distance were sparse and desolate.

The rain stopped sometime ago.

……

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

……

That voice echoed in his mind once again.

Chu Zihang lowered his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.

According to the rules of the Executive Department, he should now try to kill his junior brother as soon as possible, by any means necessary, even if it means dragging everyone on the plane down with him, and perishing together with his junior brother. For humanity, that would be the right choice.

But he couldn't do it.

He leaned weakly against the back of the seat, his eyes vacant and dim.

……

Dad, I met a junior classmate who did what I've been longing to do all these years.

How I wish I could go back six years, like my junior brother, to stand between you and God, and say to you, "I've come to take you away..."

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"Dad, the rain has stopped..."

He spoke softly, slowly closing his eyes, tears silently streaming down his cheeks.

This time, there was no pattering rain in my ears, only the sound of my junior brother sleeping soundly, which made me feel incredibly at ease.