Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

He was secretly alarmed. How could someone like him, who relied on a Devil Fruit to cheat, resonate with Dragon Pattern?

And I also saw the Black King, and what does "Fire Thief" mean? I'm not playing Dark Souls, what fire am I stealing? I'm not responsible for linking the fire!

He cursed under his breath, trying to dispel the lingering sense of oppression in this way.

But Lin Yuan's subconscious kept reminding him: what he just witnessed was definitely not as simple as ordinary spiritual vision.

He had previously experienced a clairvoyance in Chicago's Chinatown because of Nono. But that time it felt more like observing fragments of someone else's memory from a third-person perspective, like watching a holographic movie through a pane of glass.

But the scene just now was so realistic that Lin Yuan had a chilling intuition.

That didn't seem to be a hallucination or a replay of reality. Rather, it seemed that the dragon ancestor, who was lurking somewhere unknown, had actually transcended space and time at that very moment, sensed him as an anomaly, and issued a declaration of certain death against him.

At that moment, a fair hand waved in front of his eyes.

"Snap out of it, still not awake?" Nono withdrew her hand when she saw that he was fully awake.

Lin Yuan gathered his thoughts, pulled up his collar and fanned himself, making up a flimsy excuse: "I'm fine, it's just that there were too many people in the classroom, and I was sweating from the stuffiness."

He glanced down at the table; the white paper covered with abstract lines was gone.

"Where's the test paper?"

"They were taken away a long time ago; the exam ended ages ago." Nono straightened up and casually tucked her stray hair behind her ear.

"Professor Mans saw that you were sleeping like a log, so he didn't wake you up."

Lin Yuan turned around and saw that in the huge lecture hall, only he, Nuonuo, and Chu Zihang, who was standing quietly waiting by the aisle, remained.

The expressionless young master, carrying a single-shoulder backpack, had a look of inquiry and concern in his eyes, clearly noticing that Lin Yuan's condition had been off.

Lin Yuan raised his chin at him and casually made an "OK" gesture to indicate that he was fine.

Seeing that he was all right, Nuonuo didn't press the matter further and instead got to the point: "It's good that you're alright. Come on, come with me to the school gate to pick up a package."

Chu Zihang was very perceptive. When he heard Nuonuo only call Lin Yuan, he immediately tightened his backpack and said, "I have something to do. I need to go back to the dormitory first."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the classroom door without waiting for Lin Yuan and Nuonuo's reply.

Lin Yuan watched Chu Zihang's retreating figure, intending to casually ask how the exam went.

On second thought, seven of the ten images she created using "big data stitching" were drawn primarily based on Chu Zihang's brushstrokes.

Fingel had previously explained that being able to draw five or six pictures in the 3E exam was already a sure thing for an A grade. Young Master Chu's performance was rock solid, so there was no need to worry about him.

He waved goodbye to Chu Zihang and got up to follow Nuonuo.

"What kind of precious package is this that we have to pick up at the gate ourselves? Don't they deliver to our door?" Lin Yuan asked casually as the two walked out of the teaching building side by side.

"You wish," Nono rolled her eyes.

"Putting aside the fact that Kassel is a stronghold of mixed-race people, ordinary people from outside can't get in at all. Even if they could, don't have any unrealistic fantasies about American logistics."

She curled her lip and complained, "Whether it's FedEx or UPS, the standard procedure for those guys is to just throw the package at the door, step on the gas, and that's it. Expect them to carry it upstairs? You're lucky they haven't thrown it into Lake Michigan."

The two strolled to the gatehouse in front of the school.

On the open ground, four cardboard boxes of different sizes lay on the ground, one of the larger boxes having a corner dented.

Judging from the scattered state of the boxes, it was clear that the deliveryman had "airdropped" them directly from the truck.

Lin Yuan stepped forward, scooped up all four boxes with both hands, and easily stacked them together, holding them securely in front of his chest.

"It's such a small amount, you can do it yourself, why did you have to drag someone out?" Lin Yuan was a little puzzled. These boxes looked big, but they actually weighed less than 20 kilograms in total. This weight was really not a burden for a hybrid.

Nono stopped and pointed to her white t-shirt and shorts with her finger, then snorted, "You mean, you want me to carry four big cardboard boxes across half the academy? Don't I have any dignity?"

Lin Yuan was speechless for a moment, and even felt that Nuonuo was right.

He sighed resignedly, hugged the cardboard box in his arms, and followed.

The girls' dormitory was far from the school gate. The two walked in silence for a while. Lin Yuan's view was blocked by the boxes, so he could only turn his head with difficulty to try to start a conversation: "What did you buy? Why did you need so many boxes?"

"Mountain bikes need to be assembled by yourself." Nono walked beside her, her steps light and quick.

"A bicycle? So accessible?" Lin Yuan was quite surprised.

"I see quite a few students driving on campus. As the eldest daughter of the Chen family, why don't you get a sports car to drive around?"

Nono glared at him, annoyed. "Which eye of yours saw that I look like a rich heiress? A real rich heiress wouldn't... for twenty thousand US dollars..."

The sound stopped abruptly. Nono seemed to have suddenly bitten her tongue, swallowing the rest of her sentence.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. He naturally knew that the $20,000 reward that Chairman Zhou gave to Nuonuo was just a prank to tease her.

"Go on," Lin Yuan said with a wicked smile.

"What's wrong with it being $20,000?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Nuonuo's fair face. She looked away, resolutely refusing to engage in the topic of dividing the spoils, and abruptly changed the subject: "Mind your own business! Anyway, I'm not some rich girl. I also wanted to drive a sports car on campus, but I just didn't have the money!"

Seeing her stubborn refusal to admit it, Lin Yuan decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't dwell on the topic.

The two walked quietly along the tree-lined path.

However, Lin Yuan kept thinking about the spiritual vision he had just experienced in the examination room. Everything he had seen was too real and too shocking.

He was unsure whether the spiritual vision produced by ordinary mixed-race individuals also possessed the same immersive IMAX-like image quality as his own.

More importantly, he was eager to understand what the so-called "fire thieves" really meant.

Nuonuo, who was standing next to him, was clearly a ready-made breakthrough. Moreover, Lin Yuan was indeed somewhat concerned about her reaction at the time.

This red-haired priestess usually acts arrogantly and seems to care about nothing, but just now in the examination room, he clearly saw a tear fall on her paper.

What kind of illusion could make this little witch shed tears?

Out of a tentative inquiry, and also with a hint of concern he himself didn't realize, Lin Yuan turned his head to look at Nuonuo through the edge of the cardboard box, and spoke seemingly casually:

"Let's get serious. During the 3E exam just now, did you have any strange hallucinations?"

Nono's light steps faltered slightly.

She looked down at the road covered with fallen leaves and kicked a pebble away with her toe.

He stopped chewing the bubble gum in his mouth, and after a few seconds, he spoke in a calm tone: "It's nothing, just some past experiences."

Even though Lin Yuan didn't know how to profile, he could clearly feel that Nuonuo's originally flamboyant and unrestrained aura had dimmed instantly, like a ray of sunlight obscured by dark clouds.

He quickly realized he had stepped on a landmine and tried to smooth things over with a laugh: "Really? I'm pretty much the same. It's all just some trivial, messy stuff from the past. Nothing interesting."

Nono turned her head and gave him a long, dark red look.

For hybrids, the "spiritual vision" triggered by dragon runes is often accompanied by a resonance deep within their bloodline. Lin Yuan's nonsensical and perfunctory remark clearly showed that she could see through his rambling nonsense at a glance.

Stared at by that gaze, Lin Yuan felt inexplicably uneasy and guessed that his lie probably hadn't been covered up well.

He guiltily looked away and quickly forced a change of topic: "But then again, the school is so big, it would be really convenient to have a bicycle. I'll get one when my scholarship comes through."

Nono clearly had no intention of delving into his lie. She took the opportunity to back down: "If you get an S grade this time, you'll get even more scholarship money. You're only going to buy a bicycle? Look at how pathetic you are."

“That’s called using good steel where it’s needed most, saving wherever possible,” Lin Yuan replied confidently. To cover up his guilty conscience, he bounced the cardboard box in his arms, which was about to slip off.

"Besides, I haven't even gotten my driver's license yet, so what else should I choose if not a bicycle?"

His joking and disruptive remarks helped to lift Nono's spirits, which had been somewhat down.

The two chatted idly as they walked along the tree-lined path to the girls' dormitory.

Lin Yuan neatly stacked the four large boxes next to the steps, patted the dust off his hands, and said, "How about I go all the way and help you put these parts together?"

Nono waved her hand, indicating that she could handle this small matter herself.

Then she patted Lin Yuan's arm generously: "Alright, thank you for your help this time. Come on, let's go have a big meal."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, moving closer: "Are we going to the second floor of the cafeteria? I've been wanting to try it for a long time."

Nono rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "What are you dreaming of? The first floor? With your appetite, going up to the second floor for a meal would cost me half a semester's living expenses."

Lin Yuan was shocked and pointed in the direction of the cafeteria, looking heartbroken: "That's the free window on the first floor! You call going to eat free roasted pork knuckle 'treating someone to a meal'?"

Nono ignored him, turned around and walked towards the cafeteria without looking back: "It's just on the first floor, take it or leave it."

"Go, go, go." Lin Yuan quickly followed.

"It would be great if someone could help carry the dishes."

Chapter 67 Joining the Lionheart

After enjoying a hearty free lunch with Nuonuo on the first floor of the cafeteria, Lin Yuan strolled back to his dormitory.

Pushing open the door to dormitory 303, Fingel, wrapped in a dusty gray blanket, lay on the bed like a giant caterpillar.

Hearing the door open, he poked half his body out with his messy hair, gazing longingly at the doorway.

Lin Yuan naturally knew what he meant and tossed the packaged pork knuckle over.

The glistening German roasted pork knuckle exudes a rich aroma.

Fingel caught the pork knuckle, too lazy to even get out of bed, tore open the packaging, and started eating it cross-legged.

The German-style hearty dishes on the first floor of the cafeteria are free to eat while sitting in the cafeteria, but if you want to take them away, the logistics department will charge you per serving.

This pork knuckle was bought with real money by Lin Yuan.

That's why, while chewing on his pork knuckle, Fingel still managed to squeeze out half a sentence: "Junior brother...you're a good friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, he mumbled indistinctly, "Junior brother, could you please pass me that can of Coke on the table?"

Lin Yuan's lips twitched. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually tossed a bottle of cola up to him.

Looking at the 1.9-meter-tall, burly man on the upper bunk, curled up on the bed like a giant hamster eating, Lin Yuan was speechless.

She could easily get out of bed and sit at the table by simply turning over, but she insists on staying in bed to die of laziness.

Despite his messy appearance, at least he has never polluted Lin Yuan's living area since Lin Yuan moved in.

Clearly, this was done to gauge the new roommate's cleanliness and to deliberately tone it down.

Fingel downed half a can of iced cola in one gulp, let out a loud burp, and then asked his roommate, "By the way, junior, how did the 3E exam go today? It really was as I said, there's absolutely nothing to worry about, right?"

"Not bad, it went quite smoothly," Lin Yuan replied casually, leaning back in his chair.

Relying on the all-encompassing Observation Haki and the "big data stitching" technique, getting a high score is no problem at all.

Fingel chuckled: "Junior brother, you never brag. If I hear 'not bad' from you, then it seems like you've really got it in the bag."

Lin Yuan intended to give a casual reply, but then he suddenly thought of the news department head in front of him. He might not have any other skills, but he knew quite a bit about the ins and outs of the Dragon Clan circle.

Some questions he couldn't ask Professor Guderian were perfect to ask Fingel.

Lin Yuan casually asked, "Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. What do mixed-race people usually see during the 3E exam? During the exam, the entire exam hall is practically a chaotic mess."

"That's normal. It's the Dragon Script resonance. Every year it drives a few freshmen with low tolerance to the urges crazy." Fingel shrugged, unconcerned.

"As for what you see, it's usually just messy lines and distorted faces—basically just these illogical fragments. Only a very few people with exceptionally high bloodlines can barely see a few static flashback images. What? Did you see something strange?"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan was startled.

While others were seeing a screen full of gibberish, or at best, a PowerPoint presentation, I was pulled into a mental space and given an immersive experience of an IMAX-level special effects blockbuster.

The difference was so huge that Lin Yuan decisively suppressed the idea of ​​revealing the truth and shook his head without changing his expression: "It's about the same, it was also a few flashback scenes, but I can't remember the specific details now."

“It’s normal. Vision itself is like a dream. The memory will quickly fade away after you wake up. This is also a self-protection mechanism of hybrids.” Fingel took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"But since you can see the specific images, you should be guaranteed an S-rank."

"Thank you for your kind words." Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, seeing that Fingel was indeed an expert in this area, and decided to try asking him some more questions.

The "fire thief" that the Black King mentioned in his previous spiritual vision had been bothering him ever since.

The only thing he could think of that could be related to "stealing fire" was Prometheus.

The problem is that Prometheus is clearly a character from Greek mythology. Professor Guderian previously stated that dragon mythology and Norse mythology are quite similar.

He simply threw the question at Fingel: "By the way, are there any dragon myths related to Prometheus?"

“Prometheus?” Fingel stopped chewing, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then shook his head.

But then he scratched his messy hair and added, "Ancient myths around the world are essentially projections of the awe and reverence of ancient peoples for the power of dragons. The supreme beings in Prometheus or other myths that you mentioned may have once been a dragon king in human history."

"Was he once a dragon king?" Lin Yuan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"So, the dragon race will also see a new king replacing the old one, just like dynasties change?"

"No, no, no, it's human tradition for a new king to replace an old one." Fingel waved his hands repeatedly, a rare serious expression appearing on his face.