Dragon Raja: Reboot

The lobby was bathed in sunlight, rows of empty seats were deserted, convenience store clerks around the lobby were dozing off, and only occasionally could passengers wander around aimlessly looking for the ticket gates.

A tortoise-shell-shaped metal frame supports a circular space of hundreds of thousands of square meters, with tempered glass on top. The central height is as high as forty or fifty meters, and a shout can be faintly heard.

A man wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans, sunglasses, and flip-flops stood behind a pillar, holding a paper bag in his hand.

The sunglasses reflected the sunlight.

His sharp eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, scanned everyone who came and went.

Within sight, there was a girl selling instant noodles with a thermos in front of the 7-Eleven, an old man wiping the floor with a large broom, a family of uncles rushing back and forth with their wives and sons because they couldn't find the ticket gate, and a pair of brothers playing PSP with their girlfriends not far away...

Everyone seemed focused on doing their own thing.

But the man he was waiting for had not yet arrived.

B007 sighed deeply, feeling a deep sense of regret.

The S-class, representing the school's elite, is late!

This is absolutely insane!

Moreover, the choice of the trading location was also problematic.

The South Railway Station was built not long ago and only started to be put into use a few days ago. The electronic bulletin board that can be seen when you look up has hardly any trains listed, and the number of people in the station is shockingly low.

In the empty train station, his attempt to blend into the crowd by dressing in all black only made him stand out conspicuously.

Shouldn't such clandestine transactions be conducted in secluded bases, away from surveillance, or in crowded, noisy places?

In his initial vision, the exhaust blast from the engine inside the track roared past, and amidst the bustling crowd, two complete strangers passed each other without glancing at each other, while the file containing the secrets was exchanged in an instant.

The entire transaction was conducted silently and discreetly, yet it was filled with an unspoken understanding.

Look how vivid it is! It's even more professional than a movie!

But now he can even sense the security personnel at the door casting glances at him from time to time!

"Hey, Senior Brother, why are you here so early?"

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind him, the tone seemingly full of unexpected surprise.

B007 was startled and turned around abruptly.

The school's newest S-level student, Comrade Lu Mingfei, was seen carrying a toilet seat, wearing slippers, and a loose white shirt and shorts.

His face exuded a carefree and nonchalant air, as if he were just "out there to buy some soy sauce".

B007 couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

His teammate's attire was clearly superior, perfectly blending into the occasion and avoiding attracting the attention of security personnel like he did.

But when did this guy appear behind me?

And how did he recognize himself?

Am I really that obvious?

As expected of an S-class!

Why are you here so early? You're already ten minutes late!

Lu Mingfei patted his head and quickly apologized, "Sorry, senior brother, I remember you were fifteen minutes late, I didn't expect you to be early."

In the original timeline, the senior student arrived a full fifteen minutes late. (Note 1)

B007 looked bewildered. What was this guy talking about? Did S-class characters now also have the ability to tell fortunes?

He pulled down his sunglasses, revealing a pair of rat-like eyebrows and a pair of darting little eyes. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, he shoved the paper bag in his hand into Lu Mingfei's hand.

"So direct? Aren't there any procedures?"

Lu Mingfei held a toilet seat in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

"The process? Of course we have to follow it, but isn't this your job?" B007 paused for a moment, still immersed in the movie-like tacit cooperation, and shook his head, saying, "Take this, it's an important document. Don't ask how important it is, it's just very important."

"Okay, sure!"

Lu Mingfei responded twice, put the paper bag and toilet seat in his left hand, freed his right hand, took out a miniature book from his pocket, which was printed with the words "Kassel College Mission Manual Chinese Version", and began to follow the procedure.

"Are you Executive Department Specialist B007?"

"Let's skip that nonsense. And have you even taken any practical courses in the Execution Department? I've never seen anyone like you, bringing the manual with you on a mission. What's the difference between that and driving a car while looking at the instruction manual?" B007 said, his eyes wide.

"Senior brother, where are your roses?" Lu Mingfei asked, looking up.

Roses are a secret code.

B007 sighed, "You're an S-class elite, for goodness' sake. There's no need to be so rigidly following the procedures, is there? You have to be stylish! Besides, I'm giving you this, not the other way around, so what are you afraid of!"

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and agreed, "Indeed, senior brother, your feet smell too bad, so let's not look at the roses."

He recalled the past and remembered that his senior had a rose tattoo on the sole of his foot.

That's fine, but the smell is too strong. I'd rather not suffer through it in the middle of summer.

B007 retorted, "Who are you calling has smelly feet? I just sweat easily!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lu Feiming looked down at the mission briefing and casually asked, "Senior brother, why did you get a rose tattoo on the sole of your foot?"

B007 suddenly became interested: "I got the tattoo with my wife. The rose is because she works at a florist. I always used buying roses as an excuse to chat her up when I had a crush on her."

"Last year we went to the beach to take our wedding photos. We sat on the sand, the soles of our feet facing the camera, with two roses. Cool, right? You've seen Stephen Chow's version of 'Royal Tramp,' right? It's just like 'Overthrow the Qing and Restore the Ming'!"

Lu Mingfei exclaimed, "That's so creative! Senior brother is so romantic! No wonder you managed to win over your wife!"

B007 raised his eyebrows, then proudly declared, "That's right! Junior brother, if you ever want a tattoo after your wedding, come find me! I'll introduce you to someone; it won't hurt, and you'll even get a discount!"

"How is your sister-in-law now?"

"I opened a flower shop for her, and I'm usually there around this time. What's up, junior? You have someone you want to confess to? Just let me know if you need flowers, and I'll deliver them to your door for free. If I don't help you, who else will I help!"

Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs-up and said, "Senior brother is righteous!"

B007 thumped his chest loudly: "That's right!"

Righteous men are all handsome. Even if you ignore those shifty-eyed eyes, my senior brother is still quite handsome.

B007 handed over the handover documents and said, "Sign here, put your fingerprint on it, and then send Norma a text message. Norma will update the mission log for you, and the information will be in your name."

"Oh." Lu Mingfei simply sat down on the ground with one leg and started fiddling around, without even looking up. "Senior brother, sit down too, let's chat."

B007 paused for a moment.

This junior brother is quite talkative!

"Senior brother, does your wife have any bloodline?"

"No bloodline whatsoever, no bloodline at all," B007 squatted down next to Lu Mingfei. "A law-abiding citizen, with three generations of clean and honest ancestors, classified as tenant farmers."

Lu Mingfei blinked and asked, "When are you planning to have children?"

B007 chuckled and rubbed his hands somewhat sheepishly, saying, "It'll be soon, your sister-in-law is already a month along."

Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs-up again and said, "Amazing, Senior Brother!"

"Haha, it's nothing special. It's just following national policy. Keep it up, junior! You can do it too!"

Lu Mingfei was momentarily speechless.

He coughed a few times as if choking, and said, "Senior brother, how do you feel about your luck?"

"Luck? It's alright, not bad, not great either. Last year I met my wife, and I'm looking forward to paying off my car loan and mortgage. Luck is such a thing... I guess."

B007 touched his nose, wondering why his S-rank junior brother would suddenly ask such a question.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and said earnestly, "Senior brother, I calculated it on the way here. Your luck isn't very good. In a few years, when mobile games become popular, listen to my advice: you'll be guaranteed at least a minimum of survival. Don't even think about sneaking into Europe; your bloodline is too pure."

"Huh? My bloodline concentration is only three percent!"

B007 was dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what his junior brother was saying.

Too pure bloodline?

He wasn't some world-saving hero; his bloodline concentration was so low, only three percent, that even Blood Sorrow wouldn't bother looking for him.

"Okay, I'll just sign this and that'll be the job."

B007 muttered, "Then hurry up, I snuck out and need to get back to work."

Just then, an extremely uncomfortable feeling welled up in their hearts.

Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up, seemingly talking to himself, "Senior brother, you're actually quite lucky, after all, you met me, didn't you?"

Before B007 could answer, the air seemed to pulsate, the ground began to shake, and everyone in the train station stood up with uneasy expressions, looking around.

"Holy crap, something seems to have happened!"

B007 looked grim.

Lu Mingfei comforted him, saying, "It's alright, senior brother, it's just a small earthquake. Don't panic, your junior brother will protect you!"

B007 crouched down, hands on the ground, sweat streaming down his face, and said with a wry smile:

"Junior brother, stop fooling around! Quickly turn to page 289 of the mission manual and see how we should handle this situation!"

Lu Mingfei glared at him and said, "Senior brother, are you kidding me? Why are you flipping through the mission manual at a time like this? Come on, I'm an S-rank, don't I care about being a little bit cool?"

B007's mind is racing; what kind of coolness do you want now?

"Earthquake! Run!"

A woman's scream suddenly rang out.

The people in the hall began to scatter and flee.

He could only suppress his temper and say, "The power wielded by the dragons is only a tiny fraction of what we know so far. Any unexpected situation could be related to the dragons, and our first line of defense in case of an emergency is... Damn, what was that sound?"

Suddenly, a chilling sound came from above them!

Extending cracks appeared on the enormous glass dome.

The cracks grew from all directions toward the top center like vines, and piece after piece of reinforced glass groaned as the frame twisted!

With a loud "crack," the first shard of glass fell, smashing onto the ground and shattering into countless fragments with a startling sound.

The entire dome is on the verge of collapse!

B007, looking tense, shoved Mingfei and roared, "Quick! Get under the bench!"

He was about to lunge under the bench next to him when Lu Mingfei grabbed him and shoved him under the bench.

"Don't move, senior brother! I'll protect you!"

The words, similar to those before, sent a tremor through B007's very soul.

Junior brother, what are you trying to look cool about? Even if you think you're Yin Tianchou, I'm not Liu Piaopiao!

This guy, at first glance, doesn't seem like an S-rank junior at all...

They're actually trying to protect him!

With a sharp, drawn-out cry, the winding cracks in the dome converged at a single point, marking the final collapse and shattering.

Thousands of pieces of reinforced glass shattered into hundreds of thousands of glass fragments, and sunlight was shattered into countless strands.

Thousands upon thousands of shards of glass, their sharp edges swirling and reflecting the interwoven sunlight, seemed as if an eye lurked behind each fragment, searching for the only prey in this place.

Watching countless shards of glass fall to the ground, the tiny fragments leaping and shimmering, B007 shouted:

"Junior brother, don't be foolish! Quickly hide inside! You'll be cut into countless pieces!"

Lu Mingfei did not answer him.

If I don't care about my senior brother, then according to the original course of history, a thin and brittle shard of glass will pierce through the wooden stool and insert itself into the back of his head.

Moreover, in this disaster, only my senior brother was killed.

Precise as a scalpel.

Aside from a few supreme beings, only that brother and sister could have accomplished such a feat.

Senior brother, I really don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head back, covered his face with one hand, closed his eyes, and smiled.

(Note 2)

He was standing in a rain of glass, yet the countless scattered and flying shards of glass seemed to have eyes, precisely avoiding him, leaving not a single piece of glass within a five-meter radius around him.

It was only because a word, ancient, austere, and complex, like countless syllables compressed together, was uttered from his mouth.

Like an emperor holding a scepter, he spoke with resounding authority, sending his voice to the world!

—Word of Power [Dustless Land]

……

Since he returned to the supreme position.

The so-called power of words.

It's just the language of dragons.