Dragon Raja's Number One Player

Chapter 153 Reunion with the Red Moon

Lin Zhiying looked around in confusion.

Everything around him looked exactly the same as the exam room he had been in before.

However, all the players and NPCs in this examination room have disappeared.

But that's the biggest problem.

Didn't I remember entering the portal?

Isn't this the hidden ninth level?

What about the game?

Why am I here? Where did I end up? Is this still Kassel College?

Lin Zhiying looked puzzled until he looked up and saw that the light outside the window wasn't the sun, but the black moon from the day he had spent with Freedom.

Had he entered the other world? he wondered.

Is anyone home?

"If anyone's here, could you please let me know?"

Lu Mingfei put his hand to his mouth, making a megaphone shape, and shouted in the corridor.

Even so, he was also afraid that something might suddenly come out and make a sound.

He remembered that he was taking the 3E exam here, so why had everyone mysteriously disappeared?

Not only in the examination room, but the entire campus seemed deserted wherever he went.

The mop in front of him was taken out by the campus cleaner and placed on the ground. There were still some water stains, as if the user had just left, but Lu Mingfei could not find anyone.

Until a little boy appeared at the end of the corridor in front of him, Lu Mingfei looked at him, turned around and left without hesitation.

After hearing a sigh, the boy suddenly reappeared in front of him as if by magic, startling Lu Mingfei.

"No, Shining, right? Next time, are you going to just ambush me and kill me?"

Lu Mingfei patted his chest to calm his pounding heart.

The little boy was wearing a black suit, and the white silk tie was clearly a deliberate choice.

The boy looked at him with his pale golden eyes.

"Odin was killed by you, by slaying the dragon! In ancient times, that would have been an earth-shattering feat, and now he's bearing the brunt of it all. Are you willing to accept that?"

As Lu Mingze spoke, his gaze silently turned to the window, a smile on his face.

Lu Mingfei followed his gaze to the opposite side, looked through the window, and saw Lin Zhiying moving across the corridor.

"It's alright, but I feel like this is actually quite troublesome —"

Lu Mingfei spoke with his hands behind his back, looking at the ground as if there was something dirty on it, and stomping on the ground with his feet.

"To put it another way, wouldn't you like to be like him, just as popular and dazzling?"

Lu Mingze spoke up.

"You can lie and not tell me what's on your mind, but you can lie to me, just don't lie to yourself too."

Feeling a little embarrassed that his thoughts had been seen through, Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Yes, of course I want to."

Lu Mingfei recalled Lin Zhiying's performance, another "day of freedom", with cheers and little fans wherever he went, as if all the good things belonged to him.

Everyone likes him.

Shilan Middle School has a ranking list called "The List of Those Who Deserve to Be Killed". The legendary Chu Zihang has been at the top of the list for many years, and Zhao Menghua has also been on the list.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, how wonderful it would be if he could be on that list like them and become radiant.

"Since you want it, brother, I can give you all of this."

Lu Mingze had just spoken when it seemed as if he were being seduced by a demon.

"No, no, no, I don't want to."

Lu Mingfei, who was initially excited, subconsciously shook his head to indicate his refusal.

He remembered something. The last time he mentioned it was when he met that "Odin" on horseback. That guy said he wanted to exchange his life for Odin's, which sounded really scary.

"That was the previous service. Now I've changed your package to a new one, completely free of charge. Your life, your soul—all of these things belong to you."

Before Lu Mingfei could answer, Lu Mingze continued, "Do you think these things are valuable? Do you think I'd be interested in them?"

Since these words sounded like a veiled criticism of his own incompetence, but that was indeed the case, Lu Mingfei stopped being angry when he thought about it.

If there were no consequences, perhaps I could really give it a try?

"Really?"

Lu Mingfei cautiously inquired, knowing that if Lu Mingze mentioned any price, even a small one, he would immediately refuse.

The boy's eyes lit up as he looked at it, then he nodded vigorously: "Genuine product, honest and fair, right?"

So, are you willing?

Lu Mingfei thought about it for a moment. If there was absolutely no cost, wouldn't this be just like a system in an online novel? He could indeed use it.

"I do."

"Smack."

Lu Mingze smiled and snapped his fingers lightly. "Transaction successful."

What does that mean? Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand.

The next moment, he sat up abruptly from the table, and Lu Mingfei looked around awkwardly.

He was surrounded by people; had he fallen asleep in the exam hall?

So were all of those dreams just now?

I knew it! There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Fortunately for Lu Mingfei, the people around him were not surrounding him, but paying attention to Lin Zhiying, who was also sleeping soundly on the classroom floor.

"Clang, clang clang clang————"

As Lin Zhiying strolled through the campus, she looked at the closed wooden door in front of her, from which melodies were emanating.

He came here because he heard the melody and followed the song.

Upon reaching the door, he hesitated over the song. He sang Beethoven's Seventh Symphony, also known as the "Funeral March."

The tranquil melody, tinged with a touch of sadness, appeared in this setting, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Forget it, it's just a game. At worst, I'll just die."

Lin Zhiying said, encouraging himself, and then pushed open the wooden door in front of him.

This room looks similar to a study.

The surrounding area was lined with stacked bookshelves, and on either side of the entrance were glass-sealed display cases containing various ——————————

The items are obscured by a layer of glass and cannot be seen clearly at the moment.

A man who looked to be in his prime sat on the bookshelf, his pale blond hair gleaming softly under the lamp.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge made his profile look like a straight line drawn along a ruler.

Judging from the man's appearance, he seemed to be alive. Lin Zhiying sized him up and breathed a sigh of relief.

Meeting a living person in such a godforsaken place is, in a sense, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

He naturally pulled a chair over from the side and sat down next to the man. He saw pastries in front of the man, picked one up and popped it into his mouth. He tasted it and found it quite delicious.

Lin Zhiying recalled people in the academy who looked similar.

During this time, the player did nothing else but open boxes for almost all the teachers in the academy, big and small.

Leaving aside the professors who appeared in the original work, they even dug up what the original professors looked like.

Lin Zhiying compared the man's face with the faces of the people in the forum posts one by one, and then he was surprised to find that none of them matched this guy's face.

So, the question is, who exactly is this guy?!

Just as he was wondering, the man in front of him moved, took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, closed the book in front of him, and his pale yellow golden eyes turned to him.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Menek Kassel."

Menek Cassel, the name Lin Zhiying kept mulling over in her mind.

No way, this guy is amazing, he actually used the name of Kassel College as his surname.

Lin Zhiying thought to himself.

Wait a minute, he looked at the guy in front of him and suddenly realized something.

The stereotypical image of the Germanic people's nose.

Could he really be that Kassel, the first president of the Lionheart Society, Angers' beloved elder brother, and mentor who was also a friend and guide?

"That's right, that's the expression. I've always wondered what people would think after seeing me, since the chances of seeing a dead person are not that many."

Menek Cassel smiled, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

What does it mean to have very few opportunities to see a dead person?

You'll never see it!

"Wait, you know you're dead?"

Lin Zhiying found the key point in his words.

"Of course, don't you know about this too?"

Menek Cassel also picked up a piece of pastry from the table and put it in his mouth.

"This is different—"

Lin Zhiying wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

If he's dead, then what were those pastries I just ate? Was that considered stealing offerings?

"If you're dead, why are you here in front of me? And where is this place?"

After organizing his thoughts, Lin Zhiying began to speak.

The most urgent task now is to figure out where we are.

Based on the current situation, this guy who calls himself Menek Kassel doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me.

"This is the Kassel Manor."

Menek Cassel spread his palms and said it so naturally, as if it were a profound matter in quiet contemplation.

"Wait, isn't this Kassel College?"

Lin Zhiying immediately objected and shook her head.

Just kidding, everyone knows this is Kassel College, okay?

"That's the problem. Is it possible that Kassel College was rebuilt on a 1:1 scale of the Kassel Manor?"

Menek Cassel stood up and looked at him with a smile.

The entire Kassel College was rebuilt on a 1:1 scale based on the original Kassel Manor?!

This news surprised Lin Zhiying.

To recreate a building destroyed by the Dragon King, one-to-one, in a foreign land across the ocean—what a magnificent project that is!

They even went so far as to carve out a lake on the mountaintop where there wasn't one before.

However, considering Angers' hatred for the dragons and his determination for revenge, Lin Zhiying knew that what Menek Cassel said was likely true.

It is said that the possessor of the Word of Power: "Time: Zero" can escape time, but Angers is forever trapped on the day of "Summer's Lament".

Just like the internet saying goes: "Some people actually die at the age of thirty, but are only buried at the age of seventy."

The real Angers, the living Angers, died that day, along with the other members of the Lionheart Society, at the Kassel Estate.

Lin Zhiying fell silent. This amount of information seemed quite overwhelming. In her previous life, even those who were most interested in exploring the game's plot had no one who knew about this.

"So where is this place?"

Lin Zhiying asked tentatively.

"The spiritual world."

Menek Cassel began to speak.

"Whose inner world is it, Principal Angers'?"

Lin Zhiying continued to press for answers.

This time, Menek Cassel remained silent.

However, after a short while, he started speaking again.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen another living person besides himself for many years; no, he himself was dead.

"I remember in your Chinese martial arts novels, if you encounter such a senior, you should reward them, or have them pass on their skills and cultivate together, or something like that."

Menek Cassel looked at him with a smile.

"So young man, what do you want? Money, power, or status?"