Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“Alright, I’ll go find that girl. If she’s willing to get tested, I’d be happy to be the middleman.” Ander nodded in agreement to Anton’s request; this wasn’t a difficult task for him.

That night, in a student dormitory, Zero lay on his bed, recalling the events of that afternoon. Those two people, Khorkina and Anton, had recognized him. How long could his false identity last?

drop!

The tightly closed door was just opened, and the light from the hallway outside shone on Ling's hair. She quietly reached her hand under her pillow, waiting for footsteps to approach.

Snapped……

The door closed again. Zero tensed up, her senses strained to the limit, trying to catch the faintest footsteps of the person who had entered, but she found nothing. It was as if nothing more than a gentle breeze had just come in.

"Get up, it's been a long time, Renata." Ander dispelled his invisibility spell and appeared beside Zero's bed.

"It's not appropriate to just wander into the girls' dormitory, Principal." Zero lifted the blanket, revealing her body wearing a tank top.

"Okay, actually I'm the honorary principal. Do you need me to leave for a moment? You should get dressed first." Ander scratched his head. If he weren't so sensitive about his identity, he wouldn't want to come to the girls' dormitory so late at night.

"No need, this is fine." Zero sat up, covered herself with the blanket, and turned to look at Ander. "What is it?"

"You were much cuter back then than you are now." Ander found an empty bed and sat down. There was only one other person in this dormitory, which was a small perk for top students.

“Renata is already over thirty…” Zero paused for a moment, feeling uncomfortable revealing her age. “Is it because of Anton and the others?”

“That’s right,” Ander clapped his hands. “Anton thinks you’re his daughter. He said he wanted to do *that* to you back then.” Ander said, completely unconcerned about Zero’s increasingly dark face.

“He did want to… but was stopped by his master.” Zero curled up into a ball, revealing two bright blue eyes. “How could he have such a crazy idea?”

“Because he felt guilty about what happened back then.” Ander stroked the mattress. “When you think back on the past, you feel like you want to kill your past self. That’s what growing up is.”

“And your identity, Renata can no longer appear. You'd better be an innocent child.” Zero nodded upon hearing Ander’s words. “This is an opportunity to extricate yourself from what happened back then.”

“If you accept, Renata will really die, and you will be Zero, the product of Renata and Anton under the influence of hallucinogens, an imperfect identity, but very convincing.”

"I don't care about that, I just..." Zero's voice came from under the covers, sounding somewhat muffled.

“You only care about the mission that guy gave you, which is good for that mission. Angran won’t allow someone of unknown origin to be with his secret weapon,” Ander emphasized.

“I accept,” Zero raised his head and looked at Ander, “even if I have to call that gorilla Anton… Dad.”

The last two words, "zero," were difficult for her to pronounce, but she had indeed made up her mind. As for her current identity as a member of the Romanov family, it was completely irrelevant. The Romanov family was not a hybrid, and in the world of hybrids, they were nothing.

"I will revise the paternity test report. 'Ander Reaches for Zero' Happy New Student."

Zero plucked a strand of hair and placed it in Ander's hand, then lay down silently and covered her head with the blanket.

"Goodbye." Ander put his hair into a sealed bag and was about to leave when he heard Zero's voice behind him.

"Mr. Long, what exactly did those goblins do to the female adventurer?"

Ander froze, a few black lines appearing on his face. He shouldn't have told those strange stories back then.

"I'll tell you when you grow up," Ender replied, exactly the same as he had that Christmas years ago.

“I’m old enough,” Zero’s voice came from under the covers. “I feel like you owe me an ending to a story.”

Ander sighed. "Girl, you forced me to do this."

"Okay, this story isn't pleasant. Unlike what those guys with dirty minds think, goblins attack humans for only one purpose: to eat them."

"The female adventurer had one leg sawed off, and when I rescued her, the leg was floating in a large cauldron."

"Did she survive?" Zero's voice was soft, with a hint of languor.

“She survived. I stopped the bleeding and took her to the priest.” Ander grabbed the doorknob. “Later, she opened a tavern, and the mead she made was quite good.”

“A wonderful bedtime story.”

"Good night……"

Chapter 146 Rising Dragon Fist and Deadpool

Through Ander's efforts, Anton obtained the paternity test report on the first weekend of military training. He opened the report, looked at the results on the paper, and silently covered his face.

"I...I really..." The seven-foot-tall man's eyes reddened the moment he saw the result, a complex sense of guilt gripping his heart. "I never imagined that I really..."

Ander stood aside. He had personally modified the paternity test report to explain Zero's identity. But the only person Ander had wronged in this matter was Anton, who was kept in the dark.

"I shouldn't say too much about this. Let the child talk to you." Ander turned and went out. Zero, wearing a camouflage training uniform, walked in through the door.

Ander saw Angran at the door; he was standing with his arms crossed, seemingly deep in thought.

"What's wrong? Why are you just standing here like that?" Ander greeted him. "It's always touching to see family members reunited."

“That’s true. Come with me.” Angran led Ander to a room next door. There were several screens in the room, and Zero and Anton seemed to be talking on the screens.

“You can see their every move here.” Angers pulled out a photograph, taken after Renata was captured by the Secret Service.

“There’s definitely something wrong with that girl’s identity,” Angers said. “The Tsar’s family all have brown hair, but she has platinum blonde hair.”

"It is said that a Russian general adopted her and helped her obtain royal status." Ander looked at Anton on the screen, cautiously probing Zero, trying to get information about Renata from her.

“There must be something wrong with that general,” Angers scoffed. “Perhaps he just wants a pet with royal status.”

"Ugh... How disgusting." Thinking of Zero's beautiful face and her perpetually youthful body, Ander felt some terrible thoughts sprouting in his mind, and he quickly shook his head to shake these thoughts away.

“No matter what, at least we found the last child who went missing back then.” Angers looked at Zero’s delicate face on the screen. “I hope she won’t make the same mistake as her mother.”

"Aren't you worried that she might have problems?" Ander probed. He hadn't told Angers about Zero's contract with him, worried that this vengeful guy wouldn't be able to handle the shock.

“No, I’m willing to accept anyone, no matter who they are, as long as they’re willing to kill those false dragons.” Angers was very direct; in his eyes, there was no distinction between good and bad, only between friend and foe.

At this moment, in the reception room, Anton is recounting what happened back then: his time in Black Swan Harbor, the withered Arctic poppies on Renata's windowsill, and the great fire that swept through Black Swan Harbor.

“I was a complete bastard back then. That night I took hallucinogens… and then I did that to your mother.”

Anton took a denture from his mouth and said with a wry smile, "This may be the last thing your mother left me."

Ling stared at the tooth, still remembering that Christmas night when Anton, reeking of alcohol, walked towards her as she hugged her teddy bear.

Then Zero appeared, knocking out Anton's teeth with a rising dragon punch, and led him to dance on the dance floor. Everything was as fantastical as a fairy tale, until the song ended, leaving Renata standing alone in the center of the dance floor.

Those few minutes were Renata's most cherished memories, but no one remembered Zero's appearance, just like Anton in front of them; their memories only remained from the moment before the ball began.

"Renata is dead." Zero suppressed her thoughts and began reading from the script, "She died when she gave birth to me. She was too young then, and it was a difficult birth."

Anton let out a wail, believing that it was his mistake on Christmas Day that led to Renata's death, and that he was a damned murderer.

"I'm sorry...child," he lowered his head, unable to look into Zero's eyes, which were identical to Renata's. "Back then..."

Faced with the mistake he had made, Anton was at a loss, unsure how to deal with this daughter who had suddenly appeared.

"Stand up," Zero commanded, like a queen ordering her subjects.

Anton stood up, using the handrail for support, and looked down at the girl who only reached his chest.

"Lower it a bit."

Anton obediently bent down.

"Lower it!"

Anton bent his knees, looking straight at Zero.

That's about right.

Zero clenched his fist, used his waist to generate power, and delivered a perfectly executed rising dragon punch that struck Anton's chin.

Anton tilted his head back, and a tooth, streaked with blood, flew to the corner of the wall. Anton covered his mouth and let out a painful whimper.

"Now we're even." Zero said, then walked out of the meeting room without looking back.

"Actually, I've always wanted to do this for a while now." In the deserted corridor, Zero muttered to himself. Although he looked gentle, he was actually a true Russian at heart.

Artistic, sensitive, yet valiant and skilled in battle.

Anders and Angers entered the reception room and saw Anton grinning as he held up the teeth.

“This is definitely Wo’s offspring, just like her mother and me.” He spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a smile.

Although it is unknown how Anton came to this conclusion, he dutifully did not ask for leave, so the students saw the gap in his teeth the next day.

"Today seems to be the first day of military skills training." Because of his missing teeth, Anton's words were strange, making Lu Mingfei below struggle to suppress his laughter.

But his smile quickly faded. The toothless instructor, Anton, seemed determined to give them a taste of their own medicine, or as he put it, to show them what their future enemy was like.

Many students from mixed-race families became serious. They understood what Instructor Anton was talking about: those terrifying, boundary-breaking monsters, many of whom were blood enemies among the freshmen.

Led by their instructors, the male and female teams joined together. Today, they were going to see Deadpool, a monster transformed from a human, and also the enemy that most of the executive officers would face.

In a corner of the playground, several executive officers stood guard in front of a cage. When they saw the new students arrive, they came over.

"This year's students are really lucky to see someone still alive," the commissioner remarked, leading the new students to the cage.

"Watch out, rookie. This is what happens when you cross the line." The executive officer pulled back the cloth covering the cage, revealing what was inside.

A humanoid creature was tightly chained to a cross inside a cage. It had pale skin, sharp claws, and an open mouth, giving the students outside a "charming" smile.

Every freshman could clearly see the blood between his teeth and his sharp, dagger-like teeth.

This is Deadpool, those pathetic creatures corrupted by dragon blood.

Chapter 147 The Young Man's First Time

The newlyweds in front of the iron cage were swarming, and the students in the back stood on tiptoe, hoping to catch a glimpse of Deadpool's true face.

Lu Mingfei wasn't positioned too far back, and he could clearly see the monster called Deadpool, with its withered, corpse-like limbs, sharp claws, and double rows of teeth like a shark in its mouth.

"This is Deadpool," the specialist explained. "When the dragon blood in a hybrid's body breaks through a certain limit, they gradually transform into this kind of monster."

"According to current standards, those with a concentration between 50% and 90% can only be called high-risk mixed-race individuals," the executive officer explained the common sense professionally.

"When the dragon blood concentration exceeds 90%, the body will begin to change drastically." The commissioner slapped the cage. "It will eventually turn into this kind of monster."

Lu Mingfei was startled. In his understanding, a high concentration of dragon blood should result in horns growing on the head and a tail growing on the buttocks, just like Aunt Gulweg. But this nauseating monster still broke through his understanding.

“Don’t underestimate this guy.” The commissioner drew his pistol from his waist. “Let me show you how thick his skin is.”

“I’ve loaded this with live ammunition,” the agent said, sticking the gun through the gap in the iron cage and firing three shots at Deadpool’s exposed abdomen.

A flash of light erupted from the muzzle as the copper-plated pistol bullet struck Deadpool in the chest, leaving three small dents in the heart area.

Ding!

That was the sound of a bullet hitting the ground; the firearms that humanity is so proud of are like a tickle to Deadpool.