Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Bugatti Veyron?!

Lin Yuan, who just a second ago thought this group of mixed-race people was "children playing house," suddenly felt that Kassel College was the most sacred arena in the world.

His eyes focused instantly: "When exactly?"

"October 18th." Caesar was very pleased with the change in his eyes.

"No problem." Lin Yuan nodded readily. He couldn't find any reason to refuse an event where he could fight legally and win prizes.

Chu Zihang, who had originally shown no interest in sports cars and so-called privileges, glanced at Lin Yuan slightly.

“I’ll participate too.” He followed suit, his tone remaining flat.

Having received a definite answer, Caesar wisely rose to take his leave.

He had originally intended to sit down and chat for a bit, but seeing that the two had only eaten half of their meal, he realized that it would be inappropriate to sit down now, so he left the space to the two who were still eating.

There's plenty of time in the future, no need to rush.

Caesar's figure quickly disappeared outside the cafeteria door, and the gazes that had been gathered around their table gradually dispersed as he left.

Neither Lin Yuan nor Chu Zihang took the little incident too seriously. They tacitly looked away and continued to focus on the food in front of them.

Soon, only the soft clinking of knives and forks against plates remained on the dining table.

After eating quietly for a while, Chu Zihang suddenly stopped and blurted out, "I didn't expect you to agree to participate."

Lin Yuan was completely focused on struggling with the half bone-in elbow when he heard this, and his movements paused for a moment.

Two seconds later, he reconnected this seemingly random statement with Caesar, who had just left. He put down his knife and fork and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"With your strength, you probably can't find a student in this school who can beat you in the ring." Chu Zihang stated the facts calmly. As a witness to Lin Yuan's terrifying strength, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the destructive power was hidden within this young man.

Sending someone to fight in a student arena is like putting a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex into the savanna—a pure case of being outmatched.

Lin Yuan smiled and said in a very natural tone, "Since you're here to study, you should try to fit in. Just participate in group activities; participation is the most important thing."

Of course, he wouldn't reveal his true thoughts.

He had absolutely no interest in the year-long use of Norton Mansion, the qualification for the 'Academy Star' finals, or the privilege of not being rejected when pursuing girls; he was purely attracted by that Bugatti Veyron.

Even though he doesn't have a driver's license, if he sells it as a used car, it would be an unimaginable windfall.

Only a fool would refuse a deal where someone is practically throwing money at them.

......

In the days that followed, Lin Yuan's life was simple and pure, consisting of nothing more than eating and exercising between two points every day.

As the start of the school year approaches, the once empty campus is becoming bustling at a visible speed.

Groups of three or five new faces, dragging large and small bags of luggage, gathered in the square.

Kassel College has finally shed its holiday quiet and is showing the vibrant energy that a university should have.

However, all this excitement had little to do with Lin Yuan.

For him, the only "change" in the past two weeks was that the uncle at the cafeteria's free food window looked at him with increasingly unwelcoming eyes.

It is said that because of his outrageous appetite, the logistics department has repeatedly suggested to the college that the free windows also be charged for at cost.

Fortunately, the college ultimately rejected the logistics department's application, so Lin Yuancai still got to eat free meals.

In this fulfilling and bustling atmosphere, the day of the 3E exam arrived.

Chapter 64 Nidhogg

The exam was held in a lecture hall in the main building, where forty or fifty freshmen were already scattered around, their buzzing conversations filling the room.

The previously noisy environment came to an abrupt halt the moment Lin Yuan stepped in, as dozens of gazes, a mixture of curiosity, awe, and admiration, turned toward him.

This grand occasion is entirely thanks to the shameless head of the news department in dormitory 303.

For the past two weeks, Fingel, that unscrupulous paparazzi, has been trying every means to secretly take photos of Lin Yuan in order to earn the reward.

Nowadays, everyone at Kassel College, even if they don't recognize all the professors in each department, will definitely recognize Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan ignored the probing gazes, and Chu Zihang beside him was even more of a natural icebreaker; the two walked into the classroom with normal expressions.

Each student needs to sit in their assigned seat on a nameplate on the exam table.

Lin Yuan was searching down the desk when he suddenly saw Nuonuo in front of him.

She had obviously just arrived and was bending over, looking for a name tag with her name on it among the desks in the middle of the classroom.

Unlike the other freshmen around her who were wearing their dark green school uniforms, she was wearing a loose white t-shirt, light blue denim shorts, and thin black stockings.

He exudes a free-spiritedness that is unrestrained by rules.

Lin Yuan's gaze honestly fell first on those well-proportioned thighs, then traveled upwards until it met a pair of dark red eyes.

Nono stopped what she was doing at some point, and was now looking at him with her arms crossed, a half-smile on her face.

Even though he was caught peeping, Lin Yuan showed no sign of embarrassment.

He calmly met Nuonuo's gaze and nodded naturally as a greeting.

Nono didn't point out his mischievous look; she simply smiled brightly, her eyebrows curving slightly.

As for Chu Zihang, who was walking beside him, he was completely unaware of the subtle exchange of glances between the two.

He was intently scanning the table, and finally found his nameplate near the front, where he quietly sat down.

Lin Yuan quickly found his seat in a corner at the back, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

With only a few minutes left before the exam officially started, the atmosphere in the classroom grew increasingly tense.

The boy in front of Lin Yuan was frantically taking deep breaths, trying to calm his heartbeat; the blonde girl to his right had her eyes tightly closed and was muttering to herself, as if she were about to face judgment.

It's no wonder the freshmen were so distraught. For these young people who have just stepped into the real world, the 3E exam is far more than just a test.

The test results will directly determine their bloodline rating, defining their future social class in a mixed-race society.

Lin Yuan, who was at the center of this high-pressure vortex, looked relaxed and at ease.

His power comes entirely from Haki and Devil Fruits, and has nothing to do with his dragon bloodline. Once he activates his Observation Haki, he can simply be a ruthless answer carrier.

Among the tense freshmen in the room, only three or five, besides Lin Yuan, could remain calm.

Chu Zihang was one of them. He stood up straight, as if he were preparing for a regular pop quiz.

Nono, on the other hand, was more casual. She casually peeled off a piece of bubble gum and threw it into her mouth, popping a pink bubble with a "pop," her long legs swinging rhythmically under the desk.

The classroom door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man strode onto the podium.

Although the man looked to be quite old, he was very strong. His short, gray hair was neatly combed, and his well-tailored black suit was stretched taut by his muscles.

His facial features were sharply defined, and when his eyes swept across the classroom, the whispering crowd instantly fell silent.

"I am Mans Rundstedt, the proctor for this exam." After a brief self-introduction, Professor Manstedt took a stack of A4 sheets of white paper and a box of pencils and began distributing them one by one from table to table.

After handing it out, he immediately turned around and walked out of the classroom, locking the door behind him.

The freshmen stared at the blank white paper on the table, not knowing what to do. Some tried to raise their hands to ask questions, but found that there was no one on the podium.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, twirling the pencil in his hand.

Fingel had mentioned to him before that the Dragon Resonance treats all hybrids equally.

If the proctors stayed here, they would also enter a state of spiritual vision along with the students, so they could only watch silent films in the sound-blocked monitoring room.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a faint electrical sound suddenly came from the loudspeakers in the four corners of the classroom.

Then a piece of classical jazz music began to play.

The freshmen in the classroom looked at each other, somewhat bewildered. How did the legendary 3E exam, which was said to determine the fate of mixed-race individuals, end up like having afternoon tea at a high-class restaurant?

Playing jazz music over a blank sheet of paper—does that mean the answer will float out with the notes? Some people even hold the paper above their heads, trying to see if there's any hidden information through the halo of the overhead light.

"What the hell... is this a music appreciation test?" The white guy in the front row, who was already trembling with nervousness, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

But soon strange things began to happen in the classroom. Long Wen, hidden deep within the music, began to knock on the mental world of these mixed-race people.

The boy next to him was the first to react; he had been staring blankly at the table.

The next second, he suddenly sprang up from the chair, squeezing out a hoarse roar, grabbing his hair with both hands, and kicking the chair behind him over.

This turn of events was like toppling the first domino.

The blonde girl on the right suddenly buckled at the knees and slid to her knees, bursting into tears as she stared at the empty space in front of her.

In the corner, someone was dancing wildly and ecstatically to the rhythm of jazz music.

Even more outrageous was a short-haired girl who was lying on the aisle, using her arms and legs to make freestyle swimming motions, as if she was trying to swim out of some non-existent ocean.

In the dim light, pairs of dazzling golden eyes lit up one after another.

The once quiet examination room was transformed in the blink of an eye into a chaotic mental hospital.

Lin Yuan sat in his seat, holding a pencil, looking at the room full of "fellow patients" with different symptoms, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Fingel didn't mention there was also an "action sequence".

He looked at Chu Zihang to his side, and at this moment, even the usually calm and expressionless young master had a glint of golden light in his eyes.

He held a pencil and was sketching lines on the white paper in an almost frenzied manner, his strokes so forceful they nearly tore the paper apart.

However, there were exceptions in the "chaotic dance of demons." Nono, sitting quietly across the aisle, was just as normal as Lin Yuan.

It's normal, but it's kind of weird.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, feeling a little strange. Could it be that she, like him, was also a "pseudo-dragon bloodline" who had infiltrated the clan?

When they were in Chinatown, Nono entered Amei's memories; that was clearly a form of spiritual vision, and she even pulled herself into it.

Just as he was pondering this, Nono moved.

She picked up a pencil blankly, like a puppet whose soul had been stolen, and began to sketch a pattern on the paper.

With eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people, Lin Yuan saw a crystal tear slide down the girl's chin, landing on the paper with a "plop," spreading out a small water stain.

Well, Nono wasn't unresponsive, she just belonged to the silent type.

Lin Yuan looked around and realized that he was truly the only conscious and normal person left in the entire room.

Good heavens, the clown is myself.

So this so-called 3E exam is just a group of people eating poisonous mushrooms to induce hallucinations?

In order to prevent the proctor from discovering that he "didn't eat mushrooms," Lin Yuan quickly activated the Azure Dragon Fruit within his body, illuminating the golden pupils in his eyes as well.

Dark golden lava flowed deep within his pupils.

A comical scene unfolded: the moment his eyes lit up with golden pupils, several freshmen who were "sleepwalking" in the corridor seemed to be stared at by something terrifying.

Driven by their animalistic instincts, they subconsciously shrank away from Lin Yuan, making room for the surrounding area.

Lin Yuan looked around at the empty space around him, without even considering the reason within himself.

In his opinion, these guys were simply obsessed with eating too many "poisonous mushrooms," and right now their eyes were probably filled with colorful little people that others couldn't see. Who knows what they were being chased by in their hallucinations?

He put the strange incident out of his mind and focused intently on the music.

Sure enough, there was another layer of sound hidden beneath the soothing jazz music.

Vast and distant, it seems like a divine oracle from the end of the primordial era, transcending time and space.

Even though Lin Yuan couldn't understand the meaning of the dragon script, he could clearly feel its ancient and solemn nature that could not be overstepped.

Seeing that most of the freshmen had begun to answer the questions.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes, and his Observation Haki spread like an invisible net, covering the entire classroom.

The traces of dozens of pencils on the paper, the range of force exerted by the wrist, were all clearly visible to him.

Lin Yuan would not be foolish enough to focus solely on copying from one person; that would be too risky.

Faced with the 10 questions in the 3E exam, he adopted a rigorous "big data stitching method".

He would compare the strokes of everyone's brush for each drawing, extract the drawing method with the highest degree of overlap, and then copy it on his own paper.

In less than half an hour, ten distorted patterns that could be described as abstract masterpieces appeared on the paper.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that was the end of it.

But when he listened closely, the jazz music from the speakers around him was still playing at a leisurely pace, and the other patients were still immersed in their own hallucinations, showing no signs of waking up.