Lu Mingfei is transforming into the final boss.

Chapter 102 is currently pursuing a junior high school degree, so please don't worry.

Xia Mi stared intently at Lu Mingfei.

When she mentioned the comparison, she realized something was wrong.

This is not something Lu Mingfei should say. She actually wants to conduct a social experiment? What a joke.

"What exactly are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything, Natsumi. I just want to test some things. Like how magic changes in different individuals."

The concentration of dragon blood is almost zero. Ordinary mortals have a certain concentration of genes that are not expressed. Hybrids, who express dominant genes, only retain dragon blood. Pure-blooded dragons, without any human components, are the Dragon Kings. Originally, I planned to find a few pure-blooded dragons, not necessarily Dragon Kings, but after thinking about it carefully, it wasn't really necessary. Using Dragon Kings as a reference would suffice.

Lu Mingfei smiled, which stunned Xia Mi. She was stunningly beautiful, as if she were not of this world.

"What exactly is magic?"

For Xia Mi, it was not surprising at all that Lu Mingfei could create anything; on the contrary, it was only natural.

As the creator who created the dragon race, it's perfectly normal for a deity who could construct the art of words from scratch to create new techniques from nothing.

"Eh—I remember I already said that." Lu Mingfei looked troubled, then continued in a gentle voice.

"It's just a method, a set of operational techniques for phenomena, using knowledge, and taking into account factors such as environment, location, and celestial phenomena. Actually, it's not much different from temperature, concentration, air pressure, contact surface, and light in a chemical experiment. The logic used is universal. Do you know about mysticism? I have a detailed explanation I wrote myself here. I can give you a copy if you want."

Lu Mingfei pulled out a thick book from somewhere. There was no tyranny in her eyes, only a desire to impart knowledge and teach others.

Xia Mi was completely bewildered.

"Wait, what did you say? What chemistry experiment?"

Dragons are arrogant because of the superiority of their spellcasting and alchemy, which means they rarely engage with human knowledge and theories, including things like chemistry.

Although Xia Mi is one of the eight of the four monarchs of the Dragon Clan, she was also active as Attila the Hunnic Empire in the long history, also known as the Scourge of God.

But that was in the 5th century. A full 1,600 years have passed since then, and she is currently pursuing a junior high school degree in human society, which is the only thing she and Lu Mingfei have in common.

"Doesn't the book teach that it's essentially not much different from the composition of Word Magic?" Lu Mingfei smiled.

If Xia Mi didn't know that the person in front of her was definitely Nidhogg, she would have thought she was hallucinating.

Would that noble monarch ever show such an expression? Regardless of any hostility she might harbor, the fact that the woman before her had done nothing to her was undeniable, a tangible reality. The fact that she could stand here peacefully was itself a gift, an act of kindness, and nothing more.

Could it be that He really is different now?

Xia Mi had this question.

But Xia Mi believed that no matter how loving a person or how benevolent a creator, they could not tolerate that great rebellion, let alone a tyrannical one. To have one's existence denied by the people created, and even to have them killed—could such a thing truly be forgotten with the passage of time?

Xia Mi couldn't trust Lu Mingfei to become like this because of this.

"Who are you—Lu Mingfei or Nidhogg?"

Could it be that she lost herself because she was playing a human?

Previously, Xia Mi thought that such a thing might only happen to her, as noble and great monarchs would disdain becoming mortals who usurped their power. But now she felt that she could add someone else, even a super-heavyweight figure.

Lu Mingfei's answer also exceeded Xia Mi's expectations.

"Both are me, but for me, Lu Mingfei takes precedence. Whether it's Nidhogg or any other identity, they are all elements and factors that make up Lu Mingfei as an individual."

She explained things clearly and concisely, without any ambiguity, even clarifying the composition and order of events.

But for Xia Mi, it meant something completely different, because Lu Mingfei was a higher priority than Nidhogg, which meant that she identified more with herself as a human than as a dragon, compared to the Black Emperor, the creator of the dragons.

What's past is past. Can she assume that Lu Mingfei thinks that way?

But Xia Mi wouldn't ask such a question.

Humans, hybrids, and pure-blooded dragons—these three categories comprise all the intelligent creatures existing on Earth. As for Lu Mingfei separating hybrids from the human race, Xia Mi can only say she has no objection. How Lu Mingfei chooses to categorize them is her business, and Xia Mi can't interfere even if she wanted to. It's that simple.

"You don't need to be so wary of me, do you? If I really have something on my mind, no matter how much you struggle, it will all seem like a waste of time. Relax, okay?" Lu Mingfei suddenly moved next to Xia Mi, pressing her beautiful face against Xia Mi's face. The cold touch made Xia Mi jump for a moment, like a cat that had triggered some kind of switch.

Lu Mingfei possessed the most exquisite beauty, so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly. Her appearance was as if she had sculpted it herself, possessing a dignified and aloof beauty.

If I were to compare myself to her, I would be more beautiful, more aloof, like a celestial being banished to the mortal realm.

To others, they'd probably look like sisters with different styles.

Even she had to admit that Lu Mingfei was truly stunning. Her furrowed brows sometimes seemed to be in prayer, but perhaps she looked too fragile, too delicate—as if if you placed your hands on her and gently bent her, her beautiful, swan-like neck would break, arousing both a destructive urge and a protective instinct.

But it doesn't work on her. She wouldn't even dare to have such a dream, for fear of waking up in fright. The idea that the Black Emperor needs protection is too unrealistic for her, even in her dreams; it's something that could never happen.

"Don't—don't suddenly stick close to me."

Xia Mi immediately distanced herself; her mind went blank.

"Really? I'm sorry."

Lu Mingfei showed no remorse whatsoever; she still wore that faint smile.

"You don't think you did anything wrong at all, do you?"

"It's just normal intimate contact, nothing special, right?"

She genuinely didn't think it was a big deal.

The Lord's love is equal; it is the same for everyone, and everyone receives the same share.

Love is something that carries a bias.

If you strip away this point, then nothing will be left.