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

Some suspect that Arctic creatures mutated due to nuclear radiation, others suspect that the explosion altered the ecological environment, and still others suspect that the world is about to end and the next step is a zombie apocalypse.

Panic is spreading, and media outlets around the world are rushing to report on it; it's clear that this matter can no longer be suppressed.

"Don't worry about that," Uesugi Kotsushi said. "If it really comes to this, it won't be able to be kept secret sooner or later."

"The most urgent task is to find a way to deal with that person."

No matter what, Uesugi Echizen was a real emperor, albeit a shadow emperor, but he still had the courage to act.

He knew perfectly well that if he couldn't overcome the current difficulties, the world would eventually be destroyed, and humanity would naturally not be spared. Whether he kept it a secret or not didn't matter.

If we can overcome the current difficulties, then we can deal with the aftermath later. So, the most urgent task right now is still dealing with that Dragon Sovereign.

“75 hours…” The vice principal pondered, and everyone looked at him, because it was rare for this top alchemist to be so serious, and perhaps he had some ideas?

The next moment, everyone heard: "It seems like we don't have enough time. Is it too late for us to build a spaceship and escape Earth?"

Everyone: "..."

"It's probably too late, but I should mention that I do have some rockets in my collection. I'll have the equipment department modify them and see if they can be used."

Pompeii strongly agreed with the vice-principal's plan, and the two exchanged a glance, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time.

Angers ignored the two clowns and looked at Yuan Zhinü, asking in a calm voice, "How confident are you of winning?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Yuan Zhinv, even the vice principal and Pompeii fell silent, their eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.

If there's anyone who can handle this situation, they can't think of any other possibility besides Genji.

Because that's Nidhogg, a god-like being, like the creator of the entire world. How could such a being be dealt with by insignificant humans?

Xia Mi and Constantine looked on expectantly. The four monarchs were not really aware of how powerful the Black King was. Although they had betrayed him, they had not actually taken action.

Correspondingly, they were also unaware of the White King's strength, because the White King had already passed away by the time they were born.

However, they are certain that the current Genji is far stronger than the White King was back then.

With the complete White King's crown, she devoured all four other monarchs besides the two of them, including Odin, a pseudo-Black King. No one knows how far Genji's power has evolved; they only feel that it is unfathomable.

In other words, neither Nidhogg nor Genjiro were known to them, so there was no way to compare them, which led to some unrealistic fantasies.

But Genji calmly shattered their illusions.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely lose."

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at her.

Yuan Zhinü did not explain. She had never thought Nidhogg was that strong before, but as her strength increased, she felt more and more how unfathomable that supreme being was.

She had no experience fighting against a Supreme Being, but the memories belonging to the White King clearly told her that she was doomed to lose.

Moreover, it's not necessarily a matter of skill. It's a strange feeling, like a competition where the contest is about who has more knowledge and who is stronger, but the prerequisite is getting a ticket first.

Without an entry ticket, even if the players are evenly matched, the final winner will still be the one in the competition.

This is exactly how Genjiro feels right now. The gap isn't just in strength, but also in that elusive "entry ticket".

But even she herself found this feeling strange, inexplicable, and unclear. Perhaps the White King's level was too low compared to that black monarch.

Her answer plunged the entire conference room into a deathly silence once again.

No one spoke; only the sound of the ocean waves projected on the screen, wave after wave, like the approaching footsteps of death.

"Do we need more keel?"

In the ensuing silence, Xia Mi suddenly spoke. Her voice was soft, yet it drew everyone's attention. Constantine seemed to realize something, and even Erii's carefree expression turned somewhat serious.

Xia Mi didn't look at Yuan Zhinv; she lowered her head, as if afraid to meet her gaze, and simply said to herself, "Anyway, you're going to die if you can't beat us, so why not..."

“Then let’s all die together.” Yuan Zhinv interrupted her, her tone flat and brooking no refusal: “Besides, the Dragon King’s bones are no longer of any use.”

This is the truth.

After consuming Odin, the pseudo-Black King, the Dragon King's bones no longer provided much of a boost to Genji. She even had a feeling that even if she consumed Hela, Xia Mi, and Constantine within Erii, the situation wouldn't change at all.

Those who are destined to be defeated will still be defeated.

Because what we lack most right now is not strength.

The situation reached a stalemate again; no one could say anything, and no one knew what to do.

They seemed to have reached a dead end, with no way forward and no way to turn back. They could only watch helplessly as death drew ever closer.

75 hours—is this all the time everyone has left?

A heavy cloud hung over everyone's hearts, so much so that the atmosphere became so stagnant that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Yuan Zhinv, too lazy to continue this meaningless exchange, stood up and said, "You guys discuss it, and let me know when you have a result."

"Chijo, where are you going?" Uesugi Kotsu asked instinctively.

“Go check on Lu Mingfei. Didn’t they say he seemed to have woken up? After all, he became like this to save me.” Yuan Zhinu said, “Don’t worry about me, you guys continue.”

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for anyone's reaction.

Genji knew what the key to breaking the deadlock was, and that she was everyone's only hope, but she really had no idea how to do it.

So she decided to go see Lu Mingfei. Wasn't he also a Supreme Being? Even if he was one in the past, he should have some ideas, right? Even if he didn't, the devil should have some ideas, right?

Thinking this, she made her way to the interior of Genji Heavy Industries. Because Erii was in poor health, there was always a medical team and a high-risk care ward inside Genji Heavy Industries. Angers was a regular resident there before, but now that Angers is better, Caesar has gone in, and Lu Mingfei is currently lying inside as well.

However, according to Fingel, Lu Mingfei has already woken up.

Yuan Zhinu pondered how to start the conversation. Should she praise the loser for his bravery first, or tell him how urgent the situation was? Or should she begin by asking him what price he had paid, which might be more relatable?

As she was thinking, she reached out and pushed open the door to the ward, but froze the next moment.

Inside the room, it wasn't the hospital ward I remembered. A foul-smelling sea breeze hit me, along with the sound of surging waves.

What she saw was enough to frighten most people in the world. She was indeed standing inside Genji Heavy Industries, but outside the door was a vast and boundless sea, with scarlet water rising and falling, and waves crashing one after another.

She was clearly in the middle of a building, but the waves were almost level with the ground level of that floor, as if the sea had submerged the city while she was in the elevator.

A young man in a white suit sat at the table, leisurely sipping a glass of champagne and gazing at the rolling waves outside the window.

He seemed to have known all along that Genji would come looking for him, so his expression was calm, and he had even poured her a glass of champagne in advance, which was now on the table.

"Sit down." The young man gestured to the seat opposite him, his tone quite relaxed, as if he were finally about to be relieved: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Given the other party's attitude, Yuan Zhinü naturally wouldn't back down. She sat down directly opposite the young man and brazenly sized him up.

Lu Mingze no longer looks like the cute boy he used to be; he seems to have grown up a few years and looks like a teenager.

His facial features are very similar to Lu Mingfei's, but there are also some differences. They are like twins who are closely related. Yuan Zhinu guessed that this should be his original appearance.

“You knew I would come to find you, so you waited for me here early this morning,” Yuan Zhinv said calmly, in a tone of certainty.

"Hmm." Lu Mingze nodded: "You guys must be having a headache right now, not knowing how to deal with it."

Yuan Zhinu thought to herself, "Isn't this obvious?" She took a sip of her drink but didn't answer.

The devil clearly didn't need her answer and continued on his own: "You should have felt it too, right? The biggest difference between you and Nidhogg isn't strength, but qualifications."

Yuan Zhinv paused in her grip on the cup, then raised her eyes with interest.

Although she guessed that the devil probably knew the inside story, the devil's personality was not easy to deal with, and he most likely wouldn't tell her. That's why Yuan Zhi Nu thought of finding a breakthrough from Lu Ming Fei.

The devil seemed unusually easy to talk to today; before she even asked, he proactively provided information.

Did his conscience suddenly awaken?

Yuan Zhinü remained calm and composed, pretending to listen attentively.

"I suppose you've sensed it too. Your biggest problem right now isn't a lack of power, but rather that you're not qualified to compete," the devil said slowly. "I once told you that only the White King can kill the White King, and by the same token..."

"Only the Black King can kill the Black King."

Yuan Zhinv was taken aback.

"This statement doesn't just mean that whoever kills the Black King will become the new Black King. It also has a very important meaning: only those who have the qualifications to become the Black King can compete for that position."

"As for the qualification of the Black King, unfortunately, there is only one way at present, and that is, it is by birth."

Yuan Zhinu frowned, and her expression turned somewhat ugly. She knew that at this point, the devil had no reason to lie to her, but if this was true, wouldn't it mean that she had no chance at all?

After all, she was born human, and wasn't even a pure-blooded dragon.

"I didn't want to tell you this, but I have no choice. Although I hate to admit it, now that things have come to this, I can only rely on you."

The devil rarely showed a helpless expression: "There's nothing I can do, it's just that my brother has no ambition."

Yuan Zhinv realized something, and sure enough, the next moment she heard Lu Mingze say, "I can give you the qualification of Black King."

"This was originally prepared for Lu Mingfei. If he does as I say and follows my script, then his ultimate goal will be the throne of the world, and he will be the supreme ruler of the entire world."

As the conversation progressed, the boy made no attempt to hide his regret, and Yuan Zhinv couldn't help but chime in, "Lu Mingfei rejected you?"

"Yes," the boy readily admitted, "or in other words, he never agreed to it."

"Maybe I really never understood him. I don't even know why he kept resisting. This is the path he should have taken, this is the ending he should have had, this is the kind of person he should have been."

“There’s no right or wrong.” Yuan Zhinv interrupted the devil’s narration directly, meeting his pale golden eyes, and said slowly and deliberately, “What kind of person he becomes depends only on what kind of person he wants to become.”

"Instead of what others think he should be."

The devil stared at her intently, fell silent, and after a long while, smiled with relief.

"Yes, it's a pity that I've never understood it all these years."

"Forget it. So many attempts, so many restarts, and it always ends in disappointment. I'm tired, I'm really tired."

"Anyway, we messed up this time, so I'll give you one more chance. Go ahead and have fun."

"If even you can't do it, then it's just another round."

Chapter 411 The Last Chance

"Do you know about the feudal dynasties in ancient China? Not everyone can become emperor. If you don't have enough power to crush the dynasty, it's not that easy to usurp the throne."

“In this situation, most of those who can inherit the throne are of royal blood. Royal blood is the threshold, and only those with royal blood can compete for that position. Otherwise, whether it is a prime minister or a general, they are ultimately just subjects.”

“Your situation is similar. You have immense power, even military authority, but your strength is not enough to cover the entire dynasty. Therefore, you can only follow the succession system. At the very least, you must first obtain the qualifications to become the Black King before you can compete for the position.”

"To sum it up, what you need more than power is an entry ticket, or rather, an identity."

The waves surged and rolled, and amidst the overwhelming sound of the tide, the boy's voice was soft and gentle, like a simple, cozy afternoon tea, where two close friends were quietly chatting about an interesting topic.