Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Try it! Life is already bitter enough, you need something sweet!" She blinked, took a big bite, squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and had white cream on the corner of her mouth.

Chu Zihang looked at the ice cream cone in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took a bite. The cool and sweet taste melted on his tongue; it tasted good.

Next, they went to the park in the middle of the street. Xia Mi was familiar with every cat there; she could attract them by meowing, and they would rub against her legs affectionately. She shoved an orange cat into Chu Zihang's arms, which startled the fat cat, causing it to dart up a tree, making her burst into laughter.

Chapter 194 Why did I wake up?

Chu Zihang stood aside, watching the girl playing with the cat in the sunset. The golden sunlight outlined her happy profile. In that instant, a small pebble was thrown into his cold heart, causing barely perceptible ripples.

Finally, they arrived at the moat. The setting sun was painting the sky and river a brilliant golden-red hue. A cool river breeze caressed their faces, carrying the refreshing scent of water.

Xia Mi quieted down, leaned on the railing by the river, and looked at the shimmering surface of the river.

"Isn't it beautiful here?" she said softly, her voice becoming much gentler. "When I'm in a bad mood, I like to come here and look at the water. As I look at it, it's as if my troubles are carried away by the flowing water."

Chu Zihang stood beside her, silent. The anxiety and wariness in his heart were gradually soothed by the tranquility of the twilight. He even began to think that staying like this might not be so bad.

“Chu Zihang,” Xia Mi turned her head and looked at him earnestly, “Don’t you feel like we’ve known each other for a long time?”

Chu Zihang was slightly taken aback. This question...

Outside the illusion, Xia Mi, concealing her figure, curled her lips into a sly smile. She was cautiously probing, planting a trace of real, forgotten memories into this fabricated warmth.

Chu Zihang frowned again. A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

Yes, why? Why does he feel a strange sense of familiarity with Xia Mi? It's not the casual familiarity of being classmates, but something deeply imprinted on his soul.

Just as he was trying to grasp that fleeting thought, the illusion suddenly fluctuated violently.

The illusion was either interfered with by Nibelungen's own power or by the energy unconsciously emitted by Fenrir in the distance, causing the beautiful sunset to flicker and distort violently, like a television image with a poor signal.

Xia Mi's expression changed slightly, and she wanted to continue maintaining the illusion.

But it was too late!

In the instant when the scene shattered and reality and illusion intertwined, Xia Mi's image changed before Chu Zihang's eyes.

The school uniform skirt has been transformed into the attire of Kassel College, her lively and cheerful smile has become ethereal and sorrowful, and behind her unfolds an endless, shattered starry sky.

Her eyes, deep within them, no longer held the liveliness of a sixteen-year-old girl, but rather the vicissitudes of countless years, loneliness, and a longing he could not comprehend.

A name, a forgotten name buried deep in the depths of memory, cleaved through Chu Zihang's fog-shrouded consciousness like lightning!

"Xia Mi?"

He blurted it out, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar, as if it weren't his own.

boom!

The entire illusion shattered completely like glass; the sunset, the river, the park, the cat, the ice cream shop—all the warm illusions vanished without a trace in an instant.

The cold air rushed back into my lungs, and the eerie green light stung my eyes once more.

Chu Zihang found himself standing in that empty, deathly silent train carriage, with Murasame clenching his fists tightly, maintaining a highly vigilant posture.

Not far in front of him, Xia Mi revealed her figure.

She was no longer dressed in the school uniform of Shilan Middle School, but had changed into a set of black clothes that were easy to move in, and her face showed surprise and panic.

The two locked eyes.

The air was deathly silent.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes were fixed on Xia Mi, his mind churning like a tsunami with fragmented memories that had been forcibly awakened—not the details of Shilan Middle School, but scattered fragments from much earlier times, about a girl named Xia Mi.

It turns out... I've known her for a very, very long time.

But she is no ordinary person.

"Xia Mi," Chu Zihang's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind, filled with disbelief and anger at being deceived, "Who exactly are you?"

Under the dim green light, the two stood facing each other, the atmosphere freezing over.

The astonishment and panic on Xia Mi's face gradually faded, and she sighed softly, the sigh being particularly clear in the deathly silent carriage.

"Why, Chu Zihang?" She tilted her head, her eyes filled with genuine confusion. "Wasn't that illusion good? Sunset, campus, ice cream, and the type of girl you subconsciously like the most—lively, cheerful, able to be coquettish, and clingy. I meticulously wove it all according to your most secret preferences. There, you could find all the warmth and peace you crave. Why do you have to wake up and return to this cold and cruel reality?"

It even carried a hint of grievance, like a child who had carefully prepared a gift but was ruthlessly rejected.

Chu Zihang's answer was the slowly raised Murasame blade. The cold, sharp edge steadily pointed at Xia Mi's throat, the lingering embers of the Monarch Flame on the blade beginning to swirl again, radiating dangerous heat. His golden eyes showed no wavering, only icy sharpness and the fury of being deceived.

"Because it's fake."

Xia Mi looked at the knife tip pointing at her, then at Chu Zihang's cold eyes, and sighed deeply again. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she dropped her pretense.

"Fine, fine. You're like a rock that can't be warmed up, a stubborn idiot," she waved her hand, becoming listless. "Since you insist on courting death, then I won't stop you."

She turned to the side, making way for the car's path, her movement as casual as if she were making way for a classmate.

But Chu Zihang did not lower the knife; his question followed immediately: "Was it you, the clown who severely injured Caesar?"

Xia Mi laughed upon hearing this.

She didn't answer directly, but looked at Chu Zihang with her eyes, which seemed incredibly deep at that moment, and asked in return, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Chu Zihang's pupils contracted slightly. Yes, he was almost certain. That strange skill, that ability to teleport, and the unfathomable strength of the person before him.

The answer is obvious.

"why?"

"Why? There are so many whys," Xia Mi shrugged, her tone light. "Maybe he just thought it was fun? Maybe he was in his way? Who knows~"

She clearly wasn't going to give a real explanation.

Raising her hand, Xia Mi casually pointed into the dark depths where the train was moving forward.

“Weren’t you going to find your companions? Follow your instincts, your destination is just ahead.” His gaze pierced through the layers of carriages, reaching the distant view. “Lu Mingfei, and Frilian, they’re both there. Of course.”

She paused, a smile curving her lips.

"There are other things waiting for you. Good luck!"

After saying that, she stopped looking at Chu Zihang, and her figure faded away slowly like ink spreading in water, disappearing into the shadows of the dark carriage, leaving only her last slightly sighing words to slowly dissipate in the air.

"What a waste of such a wonderful illusion."

Chu Zihang stood silently in place, while Murasame remained in the thrusting posture for a long time before slowly lowering it.

He was left alone in the carriage again, accompanied only by the endless clanging of the train.

Without hesitation, he gripped Murasame tightly, took a step, and walked toward the dark depths that Xia Mi had pointed to, which was also the direction his intuition led him to.

Chapter 195 Lu Mingfei: I Can't Even Break Through the BOSS's Armor

Inside the cave, time continued to pass with SpongeBob's carefree laughter and the crunch of potato chips. Lu Mingfei, Frilian, and Fenrir, the King of the Earth and Mountains, were still having their TV party.

Lu Mingfei's initial fear gradually gave way to numbness and curiosity. He looked at the mountain-like dragon beside him—the legendary king who wielded power and mountains, the embodiment of destruction and death. The dragon was making low, rumbling noises because of one of Patrick Star's silly jokes, and clumsily shoveling potato chips into its mouth every now and then; the feeling was simply too surreal.

Glancing at Frillian, the elven mage had also adapted to the eerie atmosphere. Although she remained vigilant, her expression had softened considerably, and she even occasionally raised her eyebrows slightly at certain particularly absurd scenes in the cartoon.

Lu Mingfei's courage gradually grew. He recalled the four monarchs he had discussed with Chu Zihang and Fingel, and the heavy topics about the Dragon King's resurgence and the destruction of the world. Looking at the silly big guy in front of him, a strong thirst for knowledge, or rather, a desire to court death, surged into his heart.

He cleared his throat and tentatively raised his voice slightly towards Fenrir's massive head to drown out the television sound:

"Um, Brother Dragon King, may I ask you a question?"

Fenrir's massive head twitched slightly, its molten gold pupils shifting a fleeting glance from the television screen to Lu Mingfei. It pondered for a moment, then responded slowly and vaguely, "Hmm, ask."

His voice was deep, conveying no impatience or offense.

Encouraged, Lu Mingfei continued, "You're so powerful, you're the King of the Earth and Mountains, right? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

He regretted asking the question as soon as he finished. Was it too private? What if he offended the other person?

Fenrir's reaction was surprisingly simple.

Its huge eyes lit up, and with a childlike desire to share, and even a little pride, it replied, "Yes."

"I have a younger sister."

"She is very smart, smarter than me."

Lu Mingfei and Frilian were both stunned.

Sister? Another Dragon King?

Fenrir was lost in his memories, and his speech slowed down, becoming much clearer: "She is in a very, very far place."

"read."

"Read, read books?!" Lu Mingfei almost thought he had misheard. His voice changed, and his eyes widened. "Even a dragon, a dragon king, needs to read books?!"

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine! A dragon king sitting in a human classroom listening to a lecture? Would you be punished by standing if you failed an exam?

Fenrir didn't understand Lu Mingfei's shock. It simply tapped its huge head, causing the cave to tremble slightly. "Hmm, reading."

She said she wanted to learn from you all.

"Yes, okay."

Lu Mingfei felt his worldview had been hit by another nuclear-level shock. A dragon king not only had a younger sister, but this sister was also secretly studying in the human world. To hide her well?

He recalled reading in the Kassel College textbooks about dragons lurking in human society. But he had always assumed they were lower-level dragons or undead. He never imagined that the four noble monarchs would do such a thing.

"How old is she?" Lu Mingfei asked instinctively, then immediately wanted to slap himself. Asking how old a dragon king's sister was? What a stupid question!

Fenrir, however, began to think seriously again. It gestured with its enormous claws, trying to describe a height, but failed. Finally, it gave up, its molten gold eyes fixed on Lu Mingfei, and said with certainty:

"The same age as you."

"almost."

Boom!

These words struck Lu Mingfei like a thunderbolt.

She's about the same age as him.

A dragon king, a monarch-level dragon king. At this moment, he is disguised as a human, about the same age as him, and may even be right next to him.

At Kassel College? Or Shilan High School?

A wave of immense terror and an indescribable sense of absurdity washed over him, and suddenly everyone seemed like the Dragon King to him.