Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

She kept talking, recounting how Chu Zihang consistently ranked first in his grade in every exam, describing his sharp and beautiful sword-wielding movements, and mentioning the fleeting, almost imperceptible sense of confusion and loneliness he occasionally revealed.

“I see him every day, sit near him, sometimes deliberately pick fights with him, but he never seems to truly ‘look’ at me.” Xia Mi’s tone carried a hint of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by slyness. “But it’s okay, I have plenty of time. I can slowly polish this block of wood until it blossoms, right, brother?”

Fenrir, of course, couldn't understand those complex human emotions, but it could sense that when its sister talked about the boy named "Chu Zihang," her voice would become slightly more lively, and her emotions would fluctuate subtly.

It loves listening to its sister talk, no matter what she says.

Fenrir let out a low sob, indicating his agreement.

However, the vibrant glow on Xia Mi's face gradually faded.

The light from the kerosene lamp danced across her face, revealing a hint of weariness and struggle deep within her eyes.

She stopped rambling about Chu Zihang and fell silent.

Only Fenrir's heavy breathing and the crackling of the burning kerosene lamp wick remained in the cave.

She leaned back against her brother's cold, hard scales, the only reliable support in the world.

"Brother, I'm a little tired."

Chapter 176 Being human is so tiring

Fenrir sensed his sister's change in mood and became somewhat uneasy, letting out a low, comforting gurgle.

“Playing the role of a human is so tiring,” she murmured, as if in a daze. “You have to learn to laugh, cry, get angry, go to school, take exams, and make friends like them. You have to carefully hide your power and your identity so that you can’t be discovered.”

She curled up and buried her face in her knees.

"But, brother, I don't want that," she said, her voice muffled and filled with an overwhelming sorrow, "I don't want to become Hela."

She uttered the name, and the air in the cave seemed to freeze.

Fenrir's massive body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Hela, the goddess of death, is the final destination of the twins' fusion, a predetermined destiny etched deep in their blood.

Merging and gaining complete power also means the demise of one of the consciousnesses, or rather, its complete absorption.

“Now that we’ve merged, I can’t look at you like this anymore, brother,” Xia Mi said, raising her head with slightly reddened eyes. “I can’t talk to you anymore, I can’t tell you about the outside world, I can’t touch you anymore.”

“We will become the complete Dragon King, possessing the power to shake mountains, and perhaps easily break your confinement. But ‘Xia Mi’ will be gone.” She reached out and stroked Fenrir’s scales again, her gesture filled with longing. “‘Jormungandr’ will probably be gone too. We will become a completely new and unfamiliar ‘thing’.”

"What's the point of gaining the whole world if you do that?" she murmured to herself.

Fenrir understood the words "I will not come to see you again," and became agitated, his huge head shaking restlessly, causing the chains to rattle.

She let out a low, aggrieved, and fearful whimper: "Sister, don't go, I'm scared."

In its simple world, it cannot comprehend complex fates and powers; it only knows that its sister is its light, its only warm connection to this cold, dark world.

It doesn't want its sister to leave.

Looking into her brother's pure golden eyes, filled with dependence and fear, Xia Mi felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

She hugged her brother's huge nose and pressed her cheek against the cold scales.

"I don't want to leave either, brother, I don't want to leave you," she said, her voice trembling with tears. "I don't want to become that monster who only knows destruction and death. I want to stay as Xia Mi forever, I want to stay with you forever, I want to think that one day, maybe I can take you to see the real sunshine and feel the real wind."

However, time is running out.

She could feel the throbbing deep within her blood growing clearer and clearer; it was fate urging her on.

Kassel College also began to turn its attention to the city.

The boy named Chu Zihang, his aura, the knife on his back—everything about him was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.

She can delay, she can run away, but the final moment will eventually come.

What choice should she make then?

Is it to heed the call of their bloodline, merge with their brother, transform into Hela, reclaim the throne, and unleash a bloodbath that sweeps the world? That is their innate mission and power as Dragon Kings.

Or will she resist this predetermined fate and, as the insignificant "Xia Mi," protect her simple-minded brother until the very last moment when the academy might discover and destroy her?

That means giving up power, choosing vulnerability, and choosing a tragic ending.

she does not know.

All she knew was that, at this moment, in this cold, dark underground lair, she was her brother's sister.

In the bright and sunny world outside, there was a boy who was as wooden as a log, which she found both funny and a little hard to let go of.

The light from the kerosene lamp gradually dimmed, and the oil was almost gone.

Darkness, like a tide, slowly engulfed them once more, shrouding the embracing dragon king and the girl in a hazy, dim light.

Xia Mi nestled against Fenrir, remaining silent for a long time.

In the end, she spoke in an extremely soft voice, as if afraid of disturbing something, or as if it were an unattainable wish, she whispered:

"Brother, let's wait a little longer, okay?"

"There must be other ways."

The sound dissipated in the frozen air, receiving no answer. Only Fenrir's heavy, warm breaths, one after another, like the eternal, unchanging heartbeat, echoed in solitude in this isolated Nibelungen.

The lamp wick finally went out.

The last glimmer of light vanished, and utter darkness descended.

A month is enough time for many things to change quietly.

The struggles in the underground Nibelungen and the daily life above ground are like two parallel lines that never intersect, yet they are subtly entwined by invisible threads of fate.

In a secluded, upscale café private room, Xia Mi sized up the two uninvited guests before her.

One was Su Enxi, a tall, voluptuous red-haired woman with a queen-like, languid yet sharp aura, dressed in a well-tailored black suit. The other was Jiu De Mai, a striking beauty with long, straight black hair, her eyes carrying a hint of allure and danger, like a dark elf.

These two women, with their distinct styles yet equally outstanding, are no ordinary characters.

They came to her representing a mysterious and powerful "team," Jormungandr, the king of the earth and mountains.

"Let's be frank, Miss Jormungandr, or Miss Xia Mi?" Su Enxi stirred her coffee. "Our boss hopes that in the near future, you can give a little attention to a boy named Lu Mingfei."

Xia Mi raised an eyebrow, remained silent, and waited for what was to come.

Mai Shude interjected, "You don't need to do anything special. Just do what you can, or rather, when you find it interesting or convenient, to prevent him from dying so easily. After all, he's still quite fragile right now."

Lu Mingfei? Xia Mi quickly searched her mind for the name.

How could he attract the attention of such a mysterious force, to the point that he even needs the help of a Dragon King?

"Who is your boss?" Xia Mi asked.

“The boss doesn’t like to show his face,” Su Enxi smiled. “You just need to know that we have no ill intentions towards you, and in some ways, our goals may not even conflict. This is just a small investment in the future.”

Xia Mi neither immediately agreed nor refused.

The Dragon King's arrogance made her disdain being easily manipulated, but the information revealed in his words and his composure aroused her curiosity.

After the meeting, driven by an inexplicable desire to investigate, Xia Mi used some of her tricks to begin investigating the boy named Lu Mingfei.

Xia Mi was stunned when the words "Shilan Middle School" appeared in the survey results.

Shilan Middle School?

The place where she spent six years playing the role of "Xia Mi", the place where Chu Zihang is?

She checked it carefully again. Yes, Lu Mingfei graduated from Shilan Middle School, one year below her.

A feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside me.

Chu Zihang, her, and Lu Mingfei, who was suddenly asked to take care of by a mysterious force. The three of them actually came from the same high school.

Is this really a coincidence?

When did Shilan Middle School become the cradle of the Dragon King and key figures in destiny?

She recalled that junior from high school named Lu Mingfei, who seemed to have little presence.

He always had slumped shoulders, mediocre grades, and was the kind of background character who was most easily overlooked. She wasn't even sure if she had ever spoken to him.

How could such an ordinary loser get caught up in such a deep vortex, and even warrant that the mysterious boss sending his confidant to make a call?

Xia Mi leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei.

She originally thought that in her human observation log at Shilan Middle School, Chu Zihang was the only special specimen that evoked her complex feelings.

Unexpectedly, there was another specimen hidden quietly nearby, marked as needing attention. It seemed ordinary, but it might be hiding a bigger secret.

“Lu Mingfei, is it?” Xia Mi murmured to herself. “Alright, I’ll keep an eye on him then.”

Chapter 177 SpongeBob SquarePants

Emerging from that office that seemed to freeze time in the 1990s, the chill and oppressive atmosphere of the tunnel instantly returned, as if the brief respite just moments before had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.

The truth revealed in Li Weiguo's notes weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making the road ahead even more shrouded in mystery.

Chu Zihang took the lead, his golden eyes burning steadily in the darkness like a guiding torch. Fingel, holding a modified flamethrower, warily scanned his surroundings.

Master Zhu Mumu and Junior Sister Lingdang followed closely behind, their auras heavy and focused. Lu Mingfei and Frilian walked at the back of the group.

"Hey Frillie, what happened to Li Weiguo in the end?" Lu Mingfei whispered to Frillie beside him, trying to dispel the unease in his heart. "His notes say he secretly left behind a map and a key. Do you think we can find them?"

Frilian's emerald eyes gleamed thoughtfully in the dim light: "Perhaps. But more importantly, he warned that 'green train' and the 'game' on it. We must be more careful; the rules of the Nibelungen are not so simple."

She hadn't finished speaking.

"Click".

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei stepped on something. It wasn't loose gravel, nor was it a railway sleeper.

The feeling was extremely strange, as if stepping into a pool of invisible, intangible water, yet with a viscous and stagnant sensation.

"Snapped!"

The sensation underfoot vanished instantly.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, instantly losing his balance and falling forward.

Almost at the same moment, Frilian, who was next to him, also noticed something was wrong.