Dragon Raja: Starting with acquiring Orochi, a counterattack against the gods.

As Schneider flipped through the file in his hand, he was utterly stunned by the bloody records inside. Every page detailed the crimes of those evil spirits and their power, but in the end, they were all wiped out by that girl.

She is like the Grim Reaper; everyone she targets dies, without exception.

It's hard to imagine that such a bloody file came from a girl who was just over twenty years old, and it's also hard to imagine what kind of life she had lived before.

"What kind of bloodline is this?" Schneider's voice was somewhat hoarse, faintly revealing a fear that even he himself did not realize: "What is her Word of Power?"

"It's said to be a snake."

"It is said?"

"That's what the bloodline records say, but nobody knows if it's true or not."

Angers scratched his head, revealing a helpless expression: "I only just found out that Japan was hiding such a killing weapon, you know? It's already quite an achievement that they were able to investigate this in such a short time."

"But didn't you say she's your old friend's daughter?"

"But I haven't seen that old friend for decades! However, since she's his daughter, her bloodline is definitely not bad. She was once a supreme leader in the underworld."

Schneider was completely at a loss. He couldn't help but mutter excitedly, "This is definitely a Super A-grade, maybe even S-grade, no, it's at least S-grade!"

“She is indeed a good child, and with proper upbringing, she could be very valuable, which is why I decided to bring her back.”

At this point, Angers paused, "But you should have sensed it by now, this child is not easy to control, so we absolutely must not let her know about our recent probing into the Japanese branch."

Hearing this, Schneider was very puzzled: "But isn't she a member of the Oni Clan? The Japanese branch should be her enemy. Would she be unhappy if we attacked her enemy?"

"No, I'm afraid she'll be too happy."

Angers picked up the hot tea in front of him, stared at the bright green tea leaves, and said slowly and deliberately, "There's a feeling about her that I'm very familiar with. She's someone who, like me, is dominated by hatred."

"If she knew that while she was away, the school had been putting pressure on the Japanese branch and that the Japanese branch was in chaos, she would not hesitate to go back and seek revenge."

"That would disrupt our plans, and everything would become uncontrollable."

Schneider understood, and he nodded solemnly: "I won't tell her."

“That’s not enough. She can’t stay at the school. We need to keep sending her out on missions until we’ve taken care of the Japanese branch.”

"it is good."

As Schneider was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "What about Chu Zihang? He possesses the high-risk Word Spirit Lord Flame, so his bloodline is probably not very stable."

Angers lowered his head and took a sip of tea; his face was blurred in the rising steam.

"He's a good kid, let's keep him."

"understood."

As Schneider stepped out of the principal's office, he saw the boy waiting outside.

It was a bright, sunny day, but the boy stood in the shadow behind the tree. His face was still pale from his injury, and his shadow was intertwined with the tree's shadow, making him look somewhat lonely.

Schneider walked over, and the boy didn't say anything, just stared at him quietly with his light brown eyes, as if he would wait forever if he didn't speak, no matter how long it took.

Another stubborn guy.

Schneider sighed and spoke up, "Your Word of Power is too dangerous. Logically speaking, the school shouldn't be able to admit someone with such a dangerous bloodline."

"But the principal and I are willing to give you a chance. As long as you complete my task, I will make an exception and accept you as a student."

Chu Zihang looked up at him: "What opportunity?"

"I will use the excuse that you might be targeted by something bad after entering Nibelungen to send Kazama Ruri to China to protect you until you graduate."

"You can all come back to enroll together later."

Schneider looked into the boy's eyes and said, word by word, "Your task is to keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn't leave."

“Absolutely, absolutely do not let her return to Japan. If you find out she has this idea, notify me immediately. If necessary, you can take any measures to stop her.”

Chu Zihang paused, seemingly processing the meaning of those words, and then asked, "Why?"

Schneider coldly refused him: "This is none of your business."

"Complete this task and you can enroll. If you fail, Kassel College will absolutely not accept you again. Do you understand?"

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes, the shadows of the trees falling on his face obscuring his expression. After a long while, the boy's soft voice finally rang out.

"understood."

Chapter 36 Uesugi Kotsugi

Late at night, a wooden van was parked on a small street behind the back gate of a university in Tokyo.

These handcarts, known as "ramen-ya carts" in Japan, are designed specifically for selling ramen from street to street. The windows open to form a rain shelter, under which two wooden stools are placed. Customers sit on the stools to eat their ramen while the ramen chef prepares the noodles inside the cart.

Although small, the restaurant is fully equipped. The soup pot and ingredients are neatly arranged on the cutting board. After the guests sit down, the dark blue cloth curtain can just cover their upper bodies, creating a private environment.

Compared to the "famous ramen" in the store, this food stall is inferior in both environment and taste, but it is much cheaper. Most of the people who come here to eat noodles are poor students from school. Although the owner, Master Yue, has only been here for a short time, his reputation is still acceptable.

At this moment, two students were sitting in the shed chatting.

"It feels so chaotic lately. I don't know what's wrong with those gangsters. They're fighting everywhere again."

"Aren't they always fighting? Although this time it was definitely a bit louder." Another student shrugged, lifted the curtain to peek outside, and asked, "Master Yue, is the noodle ready yet?"

"Here it is." An elderly woman wearing a headscarf brought two bowls of noodles to the students with a kind smile: "Please enjoy."

"Master Yue, things aren't peaceful outside right now, why don't you pack up your stall earlier?" the student asked the master.

Upon hearing this, the old man simply scratched his head and said, "It's alright, who would bother a ramen stall like mine?"

Master Yue is not young. His white hair is neatly parted, and he wears the white linen uniform that is unique to ramen chefs. He has a black towel tied around his forehead, and he looks like he has been dealing with ramen his whole life.

The student looked at him and thought he made a lot of sense.

Yeah, what gangster would be so blind as to cause trouble for a roadside ramen stall? This old man doesn't look wealthy either; even thugs collecting protection money would avoid him!

On the contrary, Master Yue seemed quite interested in what they were saying. While clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, he casually asked, "Has anything happened recently?"

"Ugh, it's not just those gangsters anymore. It seems like two big organizations have clashed this time, and they've been fighting non-stop. It's terrifying."

"Oh, is that so? Then you all need to be careful."

Master Yue scratched his head and revealed a kind expression.

As the night deepened, the long street became completely deserted after the two students left, and it seemed there would be no more customers today.

Master Yue quickly tidied up the pots and pans. Just then, he heard the crisp sound of high heels on the ground outside the shed, followed by the curtain being lifted.

"Sorry, we're closed for today. Come back tomorrow," Master Yue said casually without turning his head.

"I didn't come here to eat noodles."

A woman's sweet voice rang out softly: "I've come to find you."

Master Yue paused as he wiped the stove, then turned around and saw a charming woman standing in front of the car. She was wearing a black business suit, her hair was tied up high, and she was a very beautiful woman.

"Looking for me? Miss, you've got the wrong person."

The woman shook her head and said in a very serious tone, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Sakurai Kogure, and I am Ryoma of the Oni Clan, also known as the number 3."

“I know who you are. I apologize for your sudden visit, but I came here specifically to see you.”

Upon hearing this, Master Yue's expression changed. He was still wearing his ramen chef's clothes, but he seemed to be standing atop a distant mountain.

"I don't care who you are or what your purpose is. Leave now, and I can pretend I've never met you."

The old man's voice turned cold. When this kind-looking ramen chef turned cold, there was an invisible sense of oppression that made people subconsciously want to submit.

Sakurai Kogure, however, was not afraid. This charming and beautiful girl carefully placed a letter on the table, her expression sincere and earnest.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but this is a matter of life and death for the Japanese underworld. My master asked me to deliver this letter to you. You'll understand once you read it."

After speaking softly, Sakurai Kogure bowed deeply to the old man, then turned and walked into the night.

The old man stared at her retreating figure until she completely disappeared at the end of the long street.

Throughout the entire ordeal, this beautiful woman showed not a trace of disrespect, and her sincere demeanor made her hard to dislike. It was as if she had simply come to deliver a letter, and now that her mission was complete, she had left.

The old man's gaze shifted to the letter on the table, his gray brows furrowing slightly. After a long while, he picked up the letter with a cold expression.

As Sakurai Kogure walked out of the long street, she took out her phone and sent two words to the contact at the top of her chat list.

--Finish.

Meanwhile, at Kassel College, Yuan Zhinü was sitting in her dormitory cleaning her knife.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the longsword, forged with top-notch alchemy, seemed to grow darker in color with each passing battle.

What was originally a pale cherry blossom color has now turned completely deep red, as if all those slain by this sword had had their life essence drained.

The blade also became increasingly sharp, as if each kill was a form of tempering.

A phone chimed beside her. After carefully polishing the blade, Yuan Zhinv sheathed it before picking up her phone.

She saw the news about Sakurai Kogure. This girl was very reliable and had a kind of blind trust in her. She was the only person she could consider a confidant in Japan.

And this time, the girl completed the task efficiently once again.

In that letter, Genjiro wrote down all of Herzog's conspiracies in detail and clearly, while also revealing the fact that she, Genjiro, and Uesugi Erii were all his descendants.

Genjiro had hoped to find his biological father since he was a child, but Genjiro was quite indifferent to this. She only told him directly because she remembered that Uesugi Kotsu seemed to value his bloodline in the original work, just to have more leverage to persuade him.

After all, this former underworld kingpin now only wants to be a retired ramen chef. He has no attachments, so he doesn't care about anything. Even if Japan is destroyed, he will just move to another place to sell ramen.

It was quite difficult to persuade him to return to the Snake Clan as their patriarch, and even Genji wasn't confident, but she had to give it a try.

The letter has been delivered; now it's just a matter of waiting for his reaction. In the meantime, Genjiro thinks it's time to consider how to kill Tachibana Masamune.

She looked at the newly refreshed simulation count on the simulator and silently thought about going back to Japan.

This is a pattern she has discovered in simulators over the years: simulators only simulate the future that appears in one's mind at the time.

For example, during the last simulation, she was thinking about taking Chu Zihang back as soon as possible. The future simulated by the simulator was what happened after she took Chu Zihang back. Nibelungen and such did not appear at all, and there was no plan to return to Japan.

Because the future can change because of her actions, and there are many unpredictable things in the simulator, it will only develop according to the simulated future if nothing is changed.

Moreover, since development is usually done for a single purpose, the simulated results tend to be too extreme.

Overall, it is still quite useful.

After a slight sigh, Yuan Zhinv spoke softly: "Begin the simulation."