Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“Well, Mr. Ender, I do need your help with something.”

Golden characters appeared before the black dragon, and a contract materialized out of thin air.

"Mr. Ander, let's sign the contract."

Ander scanned the contents of the contract with amusement. Literally speaking, the black dragon's demands were not excessive, and he even granted Ander ownership of the remains of the four monarchs after their deaths.

But even a baby dragon that has just hatched from its egg knows never to sign a contract with the devil.

The claws tore open the contract, and Ender stared at the black dragon, stating his demands:

"We'll sign it in real life; I'll provide the contract."

The black dragon seemed to be enraged; his muscles trembled as he tried to tear the otherworldly dragon before him to shreds. But he was nothing more than a ghost lurking in the cracks of time, powerless to resist Ander's will.

"As you wish, I will be waiting for you on the corpse of the Red Giant when he falls."

"Also, Mr. Ander, I'll give you a little something extra first, I hope you like it."

The black dragon bowed, leaving behind a string of enigmatic words, and disappeared into the sunlight like the first snow.

The surrounding area had cleared up at some point, the black tide gradually receded, leaving behind a muddy mess, and the bright sunlight illuminated the earth.

The next moment, Ender turned into light.

Waking up in a daze, Ander saw the morning sunlight shining through the skylight onto his face. The furnishings in the dragon's lair had not changed and were still as neat and clean as before he fell asleep.

Ander moved his body and found that he had grown even bigger. He seemed to have grown again after consuming the crystal, and his body length had reached 25 meters, which was comparable to that of an old red dragon.

Its brass-colored scales gleamed in the sunlight, and the spikes on its wings were even sharper, exuding an aggressive aura.

As Ander flew out of the dragon's lair, an elderly dragon descendant approached; it was none other than Ander's steward, Old Wang.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time. Old Wang's scales had turned white. Ordinary people who transformed into dragon descendants could live for more than 150 years. Old Wang was now beginning to enter old age.

He handed a stack of documents to Ander with both hands.

Ander picked up the document, using his mage hand in conjunction with reading magic to quickly scan it.

"Damn it, it's already 1990, I've missed so much."

Ander looked at the documents in front of him, feeling a headache coming on. Both the deal with the black dragon and the growth of his body had taken up too much time.

He had been asleep for twenty years, which was not unusual among dragons, but it was very dangerous for Ander.

"It's all the Japanese devils' fault, they made me not get enough sleep last time."

When Andre absorbed Garuda's authority last time, he entered adulthood, and his spellcasting level naturally rose to 15. However, due to the Japanese invasion and other miscellaneous events, he had to wake up early.

Ander then looked down at the materials, which recorded some of the things that had happened since he fell into slumber, as well as the recent developments of the Dragonborn.

Looking at the documents, Ander nodded in satisfaction. He had done a good job on most of the tasks he had assigned. Relying on his experience from his previous life, the Dragonborn had taken advantage of capitalism several times, and his gold had increased a bit more.

Within China, the descendants of dragons gradually began to form their own circles. These chaotic yet benevolent hybrids, unlike their kind, formed a loose organization called the Dragon Worship Cult.

Ander frowned when he saw the name. It was a bad name, and more importantly, engaging in feudal superstition was unacceptable.

"Tell that Dragon Worship Cult to change its name to the Brass Dragon Chat Club. They are not allowed to worship me. If they want to worship, they should worship the Platinum Dragon God."

Ander took out a divine symbol and handed it to Old Wang, saying that he owed his success to Bahamut and that he should give him some tribute.

Upon seeing the last few pages of the report, Ander's temper flared up instantly. He slammed the document aside and transformed into a human in the light.

Having donned his mage robes and taken up his warhammer, Ander turned and shouted to Old Wang:

"Hold your weapons! How dare you, foreigner, touch someone from the Lu family! Gattuso, you'll pay!"

Chapter Sixty-Three: Lu Lincheng

Twenty years is not a long time; it cannot change the world or cause the sea to dry up and the rocks to crumble. However, twenty years is enough to change a person, such as Lu Youde's son, Lu Lincheng.

Lu Lincheng's childhood was not very peaceful. His parents were always going on business trips to various places. Although they would bring him some toys when they came back, Lu Lincheng still felt lonely without his parents' company.

For Lu Lincheng, the best toys were the little sprites that accompanied him and flew around him. They were invisible companions who always brought him news from their surroundings.

Lu Lincheng's world is so small: a simple family building, a military compound, and a movie theater with a leather-trimmed gate.

There were no extra people, only him and his parents. Although his father told him that he had an uncle, Lu Lincheng had never met him.

This kind of life continued until the arrival of another person, his current younger brother: Lu Gucheng.

Lu Lincheng didn't know when he appeared. His father adopted this orphan, giving the family another child, and Lu Lincheng also gained a younger brother.

I don't want to see you!

Lu Lincheng had yelled at this round-faced boy countless times. He would hit and kick him when his parents weren't around. The boy's arrival had destroyed the family; he didn't belong here.

Later, my father and mother returned, draped in a blood-stained national flag, huddled in a small box. They had sacrificed their lives in the northwest of the motherland and would never see Lu Lincheng again.

At the funeral, Lu Lincheng was unusually calm, and the little child showed no sadness on his face. Lu Gucheng, on the other hand, was crying so hard that his eyes were blurry and he was slumped on the ground, sobbing.

"Let's go home, little brother..."

He walked over, picked up his younger brother, ignored the stares of the uncles and aunts in the auditorium, and carried his brother home.

From that day on, Lu Lincheng stopped bullying his younger brother. He grew up in that moment and transformed from a boy into a man.

He once wanted to travel across the ocean to find the legendary uncle, but was told that his uncle had already become a vegetable due to an experimental accident.

So he stayed in China, and the pension allowed him and his brother to finish junior high school, but this was only the beginning of the story.

Several officials from relevant departments found him and told him the truth about his parents' sacrifice. They died at the hands of a third-generation dragon. His father cut off the dragon's head, but was killed by the dragon's final incantation.

“Your father acted rashly; he should seek support.”

The middle-aged man sighed as he recounted his father's story: a lone wolf, disorganized and undisciplined, a powerful dragon slayer, and a perfect example of what not to do.

As Lu Lincheng listened to his father's story, he felt that this world was so absurd—dragons, hybrids, and other things.

After that, Lu Lincheng, in a daze, separated from his younger brother and went to a high school for mixed-race people.

In China, due to Ander's intervention, the state has gained some rights to manage mixed-race individuals. For mixed-race individuals whose bloodlines are gradually awakening but whose minds are not yet mature, it is most appropriate to educate them in high school.

In high school, Lu Lincheng enjoyed celebrity treatment. The Lu family's fame was far greater than he had imagined. He was like a national treasure panda on campus, and everyone wanted to see just how many noses the legendary descendant of the dragon-slaying family really had.

Lu Lincheng hated this place. He felt out of place with these mixed-race people. They trusted each other and were willing to sacrifice for some ideals, but Lu Lincheng felt they were weak. He, like his father, was a lone wolf.

Every weekend, when the parents come to see their children, Lu Lincheng can only stand there all alone. His younger brother is too young, and he can only see him during winter and summer vacations.

For mixed-race individuals of Chinese descent, life trajectory is quite simple. After graduating from high school, a select group of outstanding students are chosen to pursue further studies in Kassel. Whether they stay at the university or return is entirely up to them. The remaining group attends the Kassel University Beiping branch campus.

As for Lu Lincheng, he had already reserved a place for studying at Kassel College. He was the prince of the high school, and his superior bloodline made everything he did easy.

He arrived in Kassel, where he was no longer alone. Compared to China, where even slaying a dragon required firing a round of armor-piercing bullets, the United States, which favored individual heroism, was clearly more to Lu Lincheng's liking.

Here, Lu Lincheng also met his true love: Qiao Weini, a Chinese-American girl who was more playful and had a wild side compared to girls in China.

Half the college loved her, but Lu Lincheng still managed to win her over. The love story of these two S-class students has made countless single people cry.

Lu Lincheng was a speedrunner. After graduating from university, he married Qiao Weini. The wedding was incredibly grand. Those former admirers brought out weapons made by the crazy guys in the equipment department and tried to break the axle of the wedding car, but Qiao Weini defeated them all.

"Nobody is allowed to disturb my wedding."

Finally, Qiao Weini carried Lu Lincheng into the bridal chamber.

The story should have ended here, just like fairy tales always end at the most beautiful moment, but life is full of disappointments.

The union of two S-class hybrids is not a blessing; on the contrary, it is a curse.

The school board went crazy trying to get rid of Jovie's baby, and Lu Lincheng finally found out who that uncle in a vegetative state really was.

He had heard of that man before: the legendary dragon slayer, the destroyer of dragon veins, the school trustee of Kassel, the one with the indomitable brass warhammer.

Lu Ander.

He suffered an accident during an alchemical experiment and is now in a deep sleep. As the sole heir of the Lu family, Lu Lincheng has thus gained the right to negotiate with the school board members.

"This child cannot be kept. Two S-level children are very likely to break through the bloodline limit."

A slightly overweight man in his thirties slammed his fist on the table and shouted at the top of his lungs.

That's Frost Gattuso. The Gattuso family has been doing very well in recent years, which is largely due to the brothers Frost Gattuso and Pompeii Gattuso.

This man was like a meticulous businessman; under his leadership, the Gattuso family's assets continued to grow, but these growths could barely keep up with the patriarch's extravagant lifestyle.

"Think about it, if this happens, we will lose two S-class students, one of whom is a prospective school board member."

Lu Lincheng scratched his head, unsure how to refute Frost's point of view, just as he couldn't refute his mother's words back then: "It's getting cold, you should wear long johns."

Although Principal Angers was kind to him, he wouldn't be on his side. The Beowulf family would kill any child who broke through the bloodline barrier, so it was difficult for them to speak up.

"How about this, let Ms. Giovanni give birth alone in a completely transparent glass room, so we can check the baby's condition immediately."

Another board member proposed a condition that Lu Lincheng found even more unacceptable: who would want their wife to be watched by a group of men while giving birth?

"I wish Ender would wake up."

Beowulf said in a low voice that Lu Lincheng knew that his ancestor was quite knowledgeable in alchemy and could even solve the problem of dragonification. Although he had only used it a few times, this epoch-making innovation had become the pride of the Secret Party.

For the first time, Lu Lincheng regretted not pursuing further studies in alchemy, but instead choosing to become an agent in the Execution Department.

Thump, thump, boom!

A violent gust of air rushed into the stuffy conference room. An old man holding a warhammer strode into the room, followed by a man carrying a large knife.

"Let's see who dares to touch the Lu family's daughter-in-law!!"

At this moment, everyone knew that the old brass warhammer, Luande, had returned!

Chapter Sixty-Four: A Powerful Response

An old man wielding a warhammer stormed into the conference room. He wore a loose robe embroidered with patterns, his gray hair was messily distributed on his head, his body was hunched, and his skin was loose, but some muscles could still be seen hidden beneath.

This old man was none other than Ander, who had been asleep for twenty years. To make his slumber more believable, Ander had to slightly change his posture to make himself look old and frail.

"Ander, you're awake?"

Beowulf watched as Ander kicked Lu Lincheng out of his seat and swaggered off to sit there, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, there were some unexpected events before, it seems I missed a lot of things."

Ander looked at Frost across the table. The Gattuso family seemed to have matured a lot over the years; this representative was much more capable than that fat pig.

"Mr. Lu, we are only doing this to protect the safety of your family."