Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chen Motong knew better than anyone that what she needed most right now was time to develop.

She has a will, and as long as her last wishes are fulfilled, she can inherit her deceased self's power, bloodline, and even the power of words.

In this situation, if she were given a few more years to develop, would the mere Chen family even dare to jeer at her?

In the world of mixed-race people, strength is the most valuable asset.

But now that we lack the strength and need time, we inevitably have to resort to some extreme measures, which is—

They staked everything they could, sat down at the negotiating table, and gambled on a game where losing meant certain death.

As the saying goes, "Take a chance, and you might just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

If you win, you get time to develop; if you lose, you have to find another way.

Fortunately, she won her gamble.

Even if the man only compromised temporarily to appease her, she still bought herself some time.

At least until her chest wound heals, there's no need to worry about her being sent to Italy.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Motong didn't even bother with the bleeding wound on her chest and directly opened her will.

A new day has begun, and a new urn has been delivered; it's just that Chen Motong hasn't had time to look at it before.

"By the time you hear this, I will already be dead. These are my last words..."

"I died in the Academy's 'Bronze Project' at the bottom of the Three Gorges. I saw the little good-for-nothing I had taken in and cried his heart out."

"He probably wanted to save me, but it was too late. He was too far away from me and didn't know I was dead. What will happen to that good-for-nothing? He's so weak, he can't even beat Deadpool."

"Maybe I shouldn't have taken him in in the first place, which led to him being so dependent on me. I don't regret helping him out of that predicament. I only regret not having taught him a lesson: the only person you can truly rely on in this world is yourself."

"So my last wish is that I, who am not yet dead, go to the church to help Lu Mingfei become independent, and stop being his savior. I can't save him forever."

"In this world, the only one who can truly save a person is themselves."

[By fulfilling a dying wish, one can inherit their own spiritual power, slightly enhancing their bloodline.]

Chen Motong looked at this last wish and fell into a deep silence.

What does it mean that Lu Ming is not independent when he goes to church?

Or to put it another way, how can the words "Lu Mingfei" and "independence" be put together?

This is completely the opposite of what I'm talking about!

When Lu Mingfei is mentioned, the first image that comes to Chen Motong's mind is the loser described in the original novel.

Although he is the protagonist of the Dragon Clan, he is not happy at all; in fact, he is extremely frustrated.

Despite working tirelessly to save the world, he always appears as pathetic as a dog in front of others.

How can you help a loser turn his life around and learn to be independent?

That's harder than asking her to kill a dragon king.

Chen Motong started to have a headache.

She had originally hoped it would be a simple task so she could complete it while recovering, and then see if the improved bloodline and the obtained Word of Power could change her current situation.

And now this last wish has been fulfilled...

This doesn't look like something that can be completed in a short time.

The only good news is that it's only 2002, so it's still very early.

The reason why this guy is so unlucky is because he grew up in a repressive environment, living under someone else's roof and being suppressed for a long time, which led to his cowardly personality.

And now, judging by his age, he seems to be only about 10 years old?

This is the perfect age to develop one's character!

Chen Motong didn't ask for much more; he just wanted his son to learn to be independent.

Quickly comparing the possibilities of various plans in his mind, Chen Motong soon came up with an idea.

Unbeknownst to her, the Chen family head, whom she had just threatened with his life, had once again transformed into a terracotta warrior of Qin Shi Huang and made a phone call to that "Qin Shi Huang".

After listening to the man's report, the old man on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time before finally saying:

"In that case, we don't need to send her to Italy for now."

"Try not to restrict her freedom. Let's see what she's up to."

"To catch a big fish, you always have to cast a long line and be patient."

The old man seemed to be sighing, and then he sighed softly: "Moreover, I always felt that the secret she held was worth all this trouble."

"While ensuring her survival, keep a close eye on her every move, and report any unusual activity to me immediately."

The call was disconnected. Having received the latest instructions, the man quickly composed himself and returned to the girl's room with the doctor.

The wound was quickly and properly treated. It was clear that the girl hadn't held back at all. At this moment, she was so pale that she almost blended into the snow-white sheets.

"Take good care of yourself and let me know if you need anything," the man instructed, just like an ordinary father who cares about his daughter, as if the tense standoff had never happened.

Chen Motong nodded and said directly, "Then I need it now."

The man was taken aback, clearly not expecting her to say that, so he patiently asked, "What do you need?"

After spending these few days together, he had a general understanding of the girl's personality, and realized that her demands were probably not simple.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the man was still stunned when the girl stated her request.

The girl spoke in a casual tone, as if she were going out to buy groceries:

"Send me to school, I want to go to Shilan Middle School."

The head of the Chen family: "?"

The man's expression gradually became puzzled.

Chen Motong didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said. If she remembered correctly, Shilan Middle School was a combined junior and senior high school, and there was no problem with her enrolling at her age.

In this way, she would have a legitimate reason to approach Lu Mingfei. Although the original owner had been studying in England, that was completely unimportant. For the Chen family, where one went to school was probably just a matter of a word.

Moreover, mixed-race people never care about these things.

"Shilan Middle School?" the man repeated, emphasizing each word. "You're going to Shilan Middle School?"

"Yes." Chen Motong nodded and calmly asked, "Is there a problem?"

The man frowned as he looked at the girl in front of him, his dark eyes fixed on her as if he could see into her soul through her body.

Chen Motong met his gaze without fear; her dark red eyes were calm and undisturbed.

The man's expression slowly changed, his gaze shifting from deep thought to inquiry.

He looked at her and suddenly asked, "You're not Chen Motong, are you?"

Chen Motong was taken aback upon hearing this.