Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement from inside the carriage.

He glanced around, somewhat puzzled. Nuonuo was leaning back on the sofa, idly blowing bubbles with her chewing gum; Chu Zihang sat upright, his cold, expressionless face showing no emotion.

As for Lin Yuan, under Guderian's expectant gaze, he showed no fear whatsoever, but instead asked with anticipation, "When can we begin slaying the dragon?"

Lin Yuan's confidence did not come from nowhere. Last night, Miranda had explained to him that someone like Conrad, who possessed high-powered incantations, was already considered a rare expert in the mixed-race circle.

Since hybrids of this caliber can shoulder the heavy responsibility of "slaying dragons," then apart from the guy named Nidhogg in the painting who does look incredibly imposing, the combat power of the other ordinary pure-blooded dragons is probably not that exaggerated.

Otherwise, given the low potential of hybrids, they don't seem like they could fight dragons at all.

More importantly, Conrad alone has propelled the revival of the Azure Dragon Fruit forward by a significant margin.

If one could personally kill a pureblooded dragon, the resulting increase in power would be immeasurable.

Looking at the eager young man before him, eager to participate in the great cause of slaying the dragon, Guderian felt a strange sense of melancholy rising in his heart.

He suddenly realized that perhaps Schneider was right when he was in the principal's office that morning; Lin Yuan might really be more suitable for him to teach.

However, this sense of melancholy was fleeting.

As long as he's determined to slay the dragon, he's a good kid. It doesn't matter who teaches him; besides, I won't stop him from joining the Execution Department.

Having figured this out, Guderian cleared his throat and quickly tried to calm Lin Yuan down: "Ahem... This matter of slaying the dragon cannot be rushed."

"Pureblood dragons have very long lifespans, and they spend most of their time dormant. Encountering an awakened ancient dragon requires a bit of luck. Besides, you're only a freshman in college, so you need to have solid theoretical knowledge to support you first. Acting rashly will only lead to your death."

After hearing this, Lin Yuan's shoulders slumped slightly, feeling somewhat listless.

"So it really comes down to luck? Do dragons really exist? Or are they all just made up?"

“They not only exist, they are the dominant force in all of human history,” Guderian immediately retorted, not allowing anyone to question the authenticity of this cause.

"In places you don't know, this has been going on for thousands of years. Humanity has written a history without dragons, but if you open that hidden history book, you will find the shadow of dragons in every line of text."

"Why do you think Attila was called the 'Scourge of God' by Europeans? Why were Genghis Khan's cavalry able to sweep across Eurasia, including Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han in your Chinese history? Many of them were of exceptional mixed blood, or even dragon kings lurking among the human world."

Guderian became increasingly agitated as he spoke: "But these secrets are too astonishing. If they were to be revealed, they could lead to unpredictable and disastrous consequences. Therefore, several families known as the 'Bloodline' have shared this secret for the past few thousand years and have been tasked with slaying dragons. They have continuously trained offspring skilled in combat, sorcery, magic, and alchemy, sending them to the battlefield to slay dragons, burying the efforts of the dragon race to revive time and time again."

He looked at the three silent freshmen in front of him and continued, "But in this long tug-of-war, most of the dragon-slaying families in history have slowly disappeared. In this new era, we can no longer rely on family traditions. We must introduce modern education mechanisms to bring together the mixed-race people scattered all over the world. This is the reason for the establishment of Kassel College."

As Lin Yuan listened to this epic history of the dragon race's struggle, other things came to mind.

"Wait a minute, Professor, you just said that most of the dragon-slaying families have disappeared. What about the Sackler family? What are they?"

Guderian waved his hand: "The Secret Society originated in Europe and carries the destiny of slaying dragons for thousands of years, while families like Sackler's, which are based in North America, are mostly emerging mixed-race forces."

"These emerging families have long abandoned their ambition to slay dragons. They only care about profits and use the advantages of hybrids in lifespan, physical strength and intelligence to amass wealth in human society and build a huge business empire and power network."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up slightly.

Although pure-blooded dragons are all asleep, you have to rely on luck to encounter one.

But these mixed-race families are truly spreading their branches everywhere; wasn't Conrad last night a perfect example?

"So, are these emerging families bad people?" Lin Yuan stared intently at Guderian.

The subtext was obvious: if these mixed-race families were all like the Sackler family from last night, villains who did all sorts of bad things, he wouldn't mind making a few more trips to "act as a knight in shining armor."

Guderian was stumped by the question and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"It can't be simply defined as good or bad," he explained, forcing himself to speak.

"Mixed-race individuals are inherently highly intelligent, and they tend to exploit legal loopholes, financial leverage, and capital games to achieve their goals. They are less likely to engage in violent acts like street gangs. You can't just go and hack down someone's board of directors with a knife just because they make more money through legal means."

They're playing the Nasdaq game, and all you're thinking about is physical exorcism.

Lin Yuan pursed his lips in disappointment after hearing this; he had absolutely no interest in capital operations such as short selling and mergers and acquisitions.

Since they appear to be abiding by the law, it's not appropriate for me to just fight my way through.

What a pity.

Chapter 59 I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just my imagination.

Since he couldn't cause trouble for the mixed-race family, Lin Yuan had no choice but to put those thoughts aside and refocus his attention on his current preschool tutoring.

Guderian continued to describe the characteristics of pure-blooded ancient dragons with great reverence.

In his description, pure-blooded dragons possessed massive, mountain-like bodies and terrifying destructive power.

Lin Yuan listened quietly, then suddenly thought of a question.

"Wait a minute, Professor, I have another question that I don't understand," Lin Yuan interrupted his description.

Out of his fondness for the S-class freshmen, Guderian immediately stopped talking and gave them an encouraging look.

Lin Yuan stroked his chin, his eyes turning somewhat strange: "You just said that pure-blooded dragons are all extremely large, so how do hybrids break through reproductive barriers? Could it be that those dragons can transform into human form and fall in love with humans?"

"Or is it that... our ancestors were so powerful that they could bring themselves to bite such a behemoth?"

For some reason, he thought of Jabba from the Roger Pirates.

That remains a mystery that intrigues him to this day: how did that guy who always wears sunglasses manage to have a child with a female giant who is over ten meters tall?

Could it be that the ancestors of hybrid races also mastered similar "core technologies"?

Nono, who was sitting diagonally across from Lin Yuan, was sipping her champagne casually when she suddenly heard Lin Yuan's thunderous remarks, and she almost spat out her champagne.

She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth and gave him a reproachful look.

Guderian was stunned by the question. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just shook his head helplessly.

"Stop with your outrageous fantasies. There has never been any cross-species romance between humans and dragons. The birth of hybrids is a dark history devoid of any romance."

"In that ancient era when humans ate raw meat and drank blood, they offered the most beautiful girl in their tribe as a sacrifice to the dragons in order to steal their power."

"The vast majority of women die during intercourse. The very few mothers who survive have an even more tragic fate. Their unborn children, due to the high proportion of dragon blood, are born as undead and will cruelly kill their mothers during childbirth."

Lin Yuan gazed at the giant oil painting, in which Nidhogg's wings were covered with countless white bones.

"You can probably guess what will happen next," Guderian said wearily, rubbing his temples.

"Through countless generations of cruel reproduction, the proportion of dragon blood has been suppressed to below the critical point, resulting in the hybrid species that can maintain human rationality today."

The carriage fell silent as Lin Yuan leaned back in his seat, processing this heavy truth.

Before this, having witnessed the convenience of Word of Power, he had thought to himself that it would be great if he were also a hybrid, since one can never have too many advantages.

But after hearing this bloody origin story, he suddenly felt that being a pure human being wasn't so bad.

"Waaaaah!!"

The piercing whistle broke the oppressive atmosphere in the carriage, and the train began to slow down.

Outside the window, a cluster of classical castles unveiled itself in the sunlight, with black slate roofs contrasting against dark red brick walls, which were covered with dark green vines.

The light penetrated the car window, illuminating the tiny dust particles in the air with exquisite detail.

Amidst the bright interplay of light and shadow, Guderian turned around, facing the sunlight as he looked at the three new students before him.

"No matter how dark the past may have been, history is now in your hands." The old professor smiled slightly, his expression solemn.

Welcome to Kassel College.

......

Stepping onto the platform, the fresh air invigorates the spirit.

It's currently summer vacation, and the huge campus is quite empty.

Walking along the tree-lined avenue, you'll find large, neatly manicured lawns and classic red-brick buildings on both sides, making it look like an ordinary Ivy League school.

As you pass through the central area of ​​the college, a giant bronze statue stands in the center of the square.

That's Odin, the chief god in Norse mythology. He rides the eight-legged horse Sleipnis, holds the spear Gungnir, and looks down upon all living beings with his one eye.

"This is Odin Square, the central area of ​​our academy," Guderian said, acting as a guide as they walked, explaining as they went.

"Hybrid scholars believe that Norse mythology is the most fitting record of dragon history to date, so almost all the main buildings on campus are named after stories from Norse mythology."

Lin Yuan nodded, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Chu Zihang's gaze lingered on the Odin statue for a moment longer, as if something had been stirred up in his mind.

However, he didn't ask. Knowing Chu Zihang as a man of few words, he knew that when trouble needed to be resolved, the guy would speak up. In any case, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by.

After crossing the square, the group arrived at the residential area.

"Miranda, take Chen Motong to the girls' dormitory." Guderian stopped and pointed to the dormitory building in front of him.

"The boys' dormitory is over here. Lin Yuan, you're in room 303, and Chu Zihang is in room 304 next door."

"When does school start?" Lin Yuan asked casually, looking around the somewhat empty campus.

Will there be any formalities like a freshman ceremony?

"Kassel College doesn't have those formalities; there's no entrance ceremony. As for formal classes, that won't start for another three weeks," Guderian said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

Lin Yuan was taken aback: "Three more weeks? Then why are we being asked to come to school early?"

“Because you have a high bloodline rating. Higher-ranking bloodlines get priority admission. This has always been a tradition at Kassel College,” Guderian said matter-of-factly.

Lin Yuan's lips twitched slightly. So, the better one's bloodline, the sooner they would be brought to the school.

"Take this time to get used to the environment. You can walk around the campus first."

Before leaving, Guderian specifically called Lin Yuan back and gave him some instructions, saying that another of his prized students, Fingel, was also living in dormitory 303. Fingel had been at the school for quite some time, and Lin Yuan should feel free to bother him if he needed anything.

After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic Professor Guderian, the two went up the stairs to the third floor.

Chu Zihang stopped in front of room 304, nodded to Lin Yuan, and pushed the door open with his suitcase.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned to face dormitory 303.

He had just taken out his key to open the door when a deafening snoring sound suddenly pierced through the door and into his ears.

Considering there were people inside, Lin Yuan put away the key and politely raised his hand to tap it twice.

The snoring inside showed no sign of stopping, its rhythm as steady as an old dog's.

He sighed and tried to open the door directly. The latch retracted, and the door was indeed unlocked.

The moment I pushed the door open and went in.

A pungent smell, a mixture of leftover pizza, fermented beer, and smelly socks, wafted over.

Lin Yuan subconsciously held his breath, his gaze sweeping over the double dormitory room with its bunk beds.

The room was a complete mess, with crushed beer cans, clothes scattered everywhere, and fast food containers that had been sitting for who knows how long, almost covering the entire floor, making it hard to even find a place to step.

On the table by the window, a laptop screen is lit up, the page is on a forum.

On the upper bunk next to him, a creature as large as a bear lay sprawled out, a suspicious, glistening thread trailing from the corner of its mouth, fast asleep.

Lin Yuan stood silently at the door, looking at the "mysterious creature," sincerely hoping that it was all an illusion.

Chapter 60 From Pounding to Pulling

The mysterious creature sleeping soundly on the upper bunk seemed to have its peaceful slumber disturbed by the sound of the door opening.

She smacked her lips, rubbed her head against the pillow, and mumbled, "Didn't I say... just leave the takeout at the door? Why did you open the door like that...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he realized what he had said.

"Wait a minute, where would I get the money to order takeout...?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes, half-sitting up with drool still on his lips, and said, "Could it be that a freshman girl heard my legend and came to deliver a special meal to me?"

As she was lost in thought, she looked up and saw Lin Yuan standing expressionlessly at the door.

The two stared at each other for a long time before the "mysterious creature" finally realized what was going on:

"Are you the new junior brother?"

Lin Yuan silently stared back at him. Even though the other party had just spoken, he still found it difficult to confirm whether the creature in front of him could be considered human.

Seeing that Lin Yuan remained silent, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He flipped himself off the top bunk and grabbed a shirt from the bedside table to put on.

He then rummaged through the trash for a bit, but couldn't find his pants, so he gave up and, with his two hairy thighs bare, enthusiastically reached out to Lin Yuan.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Fingel von Frings, Class 01, with a bloodline rating of E."

"Class 01?" Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

"It's 08 now, senior. Are you pursuing a combined bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degree?"