Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Seven o'clock in the morning, on the playground of Kassel College.

After finishing the last set of physical training, Lin Yuan grabbed a towel draped over the parallel bars and wiped the sweat from his face.

According to his original plan, he would go back to his dormitory to take a shower and catch the "Magic Mechanical Design" class at noon.

Last night's baffling experience kept him awake for most of the night, something he'd never done before.

He planned to take advantage of the class to greet Nono and find out what kind of person this red-haired little witch was.

This girl is always stirring up trouble. Relying on her A-grade bloodline, skipping classes is a regular occurrence for her.

But there was one class she absolutely dared not miss, "Magic Mechanical Design," because the professor teaching the class was none other than her direct mentor, Mans Rundstedt.

If you go to this classroom and ambush people, you'll definitely catch them one by one.

However, just as he finished showering, changed his clothes, and was about to leave for the cafeteria, Lin Yuan was stunned when he glanced at the upper bunk out of the corner of his eye.

The blankets on the bed were rolled up in a ball, leaving the bed empty.

That German groundhog, who usually sleeps until noon without fail, wasn't in its dorm room this morning.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Did the sun rise in the west? This useless senior brother can get up this early?"

Just as he was wondering what was going on, his phone suddenly gave a short, sharp vibration in his pocket.

A text message popped up on the screen:

"Proceed immediately to the Execution Department, Operations Conference Room Three—Schneider."

......

Kassel College, Operations Room, Executive Department.

The air conditioning inside was blasting, and a huge projection screen on the wall displayed an aerial view of Clausthal, a small town in Lower Saxony, Germany.

Professor Schneider stood in front of the projection screen and introduced the information about the mission to Lin Yuan.

The gist is that Norma recently detected several unusual magnetic field fluctuations in Clausthal, Germany, accompanied by reactions suspected to be the awakening of dragon bloodlines.

Lin Yuan needs to go to the local area to investigate and confirm the source before making a decision.

This task isn't difficult. After all, no matter how impressive his past record is, the academy will definitely choose an easy task for him to practice on his first mission.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his swivel chair and nodded.

His gaze then shifted to the spacious leather chair beside him.

The missing German marmot has been found.

Fingel hadn't even changed out of his school uniform; he was wearing a wrinkled gray T-shirt and sitting in a large leather chair.

His head was tilted to one side, and there was a suspicious trace of water on the corner of his mouth. He was fast asleep.

"The mission is all set." Lin Yuan pointed to the muddy puddle.

"But I'm curious, why is Fingel here?"

“Claustar is a remote mining town with a severely aging population. Apart from international students, most locals communicate only in German,” Schneider explained calmly.

“Finger is German, and as a teammate, he can overcome your communication barriers.”

Lin Yuan stared at Fingel in the chair, feeling as if a two-hundred-pound weight had been forcibly shoved into his head.

This reason is sufficient, since even if all the townspeople speak English, he doesn't, and he does need a teammate to solve the communication problem.

But he was really unwilling. How could his teammate be Fingel? Even if they sent Miranda instead!

That blonde, wavy-haired mature woman, even if she's a good-for-nothing, is at least pleasing to the eye.

Why bring this useless senior brother along? So that when they encounter Deadpool, Fingal will go up and give him a couple of bites first?

Seemingly jolted awake by his own name, Fingel immediately began to wail at the top of his lungs: "I won't go! I'm just a powerless office worker! Professor Schneider, sending me to the front lines is practically sending me to my death!"

Schneider completely ignored his protest and fixed his gaze on Lin Yuan: "Do you have any other questions?"

Lin Yuan shook his head.

He remembered the book "A Message to Garcia" that he had read when he was a child.

Once Rowan received the letter, he focused on achieving his mission objective without asking what Garcia looked like or where he was.

Accept the task, complete the task; the real trouble will only appear when you set foot on that land.

Schneider appreciated this decisive and efficient style, letting out a satisfied sigh from his throat beneath his mask.

"Considering the potential dangers of the mission, the academy will be equipped with appropriate firearms, including Frigga tranquilizer darts and alchemical live ammunition." Schneider glanced at Lin Yuan.

"Given your proficiency in close combat, the academy has granted you special permission to apply to the equipment department for an alchemical weapon of the cold weapon category."

Upon hearing the words "alchemical weapon," Lin Yuan was immediately filled with anticipation.

He had been craving the alchemical weapons of this world for a long time, and unexpectedly, the "Dragon Slayer Sword" was given to him with just a click.

“However,” Schneider said, looking at him.

"It's just a loan; it needs to be returned after the mission is over."

Lin Yuan pursed his lips, relieved for nothing.

But something is better than nothing. Let's see what alchemical weapons are all about: "Where do we get the weapons?"

"Equipment Department, Fingel will take you there now." Schneider looked at the person next to him who was still howling.

"Your flight is at 5 p.m., don't miss it."

With Professor Schneider issuing his ultimatum and the die being cast, Fingel gave up the struggle.

He sighed resignedly and dragged himself toward the door.

As the two walked one after the other to the conference room door, Schneider's hoarse voice came from behind them.

"This is your first real combat mission, so avoid being reckless. But if the moment comes when you must draw your sword, don't hesitate."

Lin Yuan paused slightly, gave a "received" gesture with his hand, and pushed open the door to leave.

......

Inside the elevator leading to the equipment department, Fingel's expression changed from drowsy and dejected to very serious: "Go in and pick out a knife and leave as soon as possible. Don't touch any of the 'high-tech' equipment that those lunatics recommend to you."

"What do you mean?" Lin Yuan frowned. It was a department of the academy, after all. Why did it sound so dangerous coming from Fingel's mouth?

"Those lunatics like to put bombs in their equipment. In their dictionary, anything that can't explode is just industrial garbage!" Fingel shrank back with lingering fear.

With a "ding," the elevator doors slid open to both sides.

Before me was a huge underground plaza, with rows of glaring cold lights hanging from the dome, and several industrial-grade exhaust fans humming loudly.

In the distance, bursts of dazzling sparks occasionally erupted on the experimental platform. Various unidentifiable metal instruments were piled up in the square, and a group of people wearing white biochemical protective suits were moving like worker ants among the strange metal instruments.

Lin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine. Where did this come from? Was it still Kassel College?

Fingel coughed: "Welcome to the Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications, commonly known as the Equipment Department."

As soon as he finished speaking, several strange men dressed in biohazard suits heard the commotion, immediately dropped what they were doing, and came over.

The strange-looking man leading the group peered at Lin Yuan through a glass mask and shouted in heavily accented Chinese, "Welcome to Wat Alheim! I am Akdullah Muhammad Farugh, the person in charge here!"

Lin Yuan subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but seeing the other person's biohazard suit covered in unidentified charred material, he decisively abandoned the idea of ​​shaking hands and went straight to the point: "The Execution Department sent me here to collect the weapons for the field mission."

"No problem! Schneider has already given the go-ahead! For the first S-class combat mission, the Equipment Department will definitely provide the highest level of logistical support! We must take this seriously!" Akadura shouted through his mask, his voice coming through the loudspeaker of his protective suit.

"Whether you need a portable rocket launcher capable of blowing up half a mountain or a heavy machine gun with firepower covering half a city block, Watt Alheim can provide it! Tell me, what do you need?"

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment, and classic scenes from various online novels flashed through his mind: "Do you guys have storage rings? Or those backpacks that use space folding technology?"

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Akadula looked at him like he was an idiot, and pounded his chest in anguish: "Stop reading those third-rate novels! Space folding is pure nonsense within the current framework of physics! We are a rigorous alchemical research institution, we only believe in the first law of thermodynamics and the art of explosion, we don't do those street magic tricks!"

As he spoke, he led Lin Yuan to the workbench next to him and took out a silver-gray flashlight: "Look at this, a 10,000-lumen tactical flashlight, instantly blinding! It will work on most Deadpools..."

Lin Yuan took it; the metal casing felt heavy in his hand, which was indeed quite nice.

“And!” Akadula raised his voice.

"Just press the switch three times in a row and the explosives inside will detonate, with a power equivalent to three kilograms of C4!"

Lin Yuan's hand trembled, and he quickly shoved the flashlight back into his hand.

Akadullah didn't care at all, turning around and pulling out an elegantly designed black umbrella: "The canopy is bulletproof, and it can even stop a Desert Eagle at 50 meters. In addition, if you press and hold the buckle, the canopy will fly off and explode!"

Lin Yuan was speechless. He turned around and saw Fingel with a look that said, "I warned you long ago."

He took a deep breath and sternly rejected all electronic products with buttons, switches, or even batteries, making it clear that he only needed a melee weapon.

Akadula put away the exploding umbrella with a hint of regret, pursed his lips, and felt somewhat disappointed that Lin Yuan couldn't understand the beauty of explosions.

He then waved his hand, and a heavy blast-proof isolation door on the wall slid open to both sides, revealing the alchemical weapons arsenal inside.

The bulletproof glass case displays a wide variety of knives, guns, swords, and halberds, their metal surfaces gleaming with a chilling aura under the cold lights.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept quickly across the showroom, soon settling on a standalone display in the center.

It was an enormous naginata with an exaggerated design. The dark red handle was more than a meter tall, and the broad blade had a blood-red hue.

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up, and he walked straight over.

As the Azure Dragon Fruit within him continues to revive, although he hasn't tried it yet, he can clearly feel that he can enter a semi-dragon state at any time.

In that state, a regular-sized longsword would be as ridiculous as a toothpick in your hand; only a heavy longsword of that size can perfectly unleash the advantage of power.

Lin Yuan turned back to Akadura and decided to choose this naginata.

However, he suddenly realized that the location of this mission was a modern German town, and with such an exaggerated weapon on his back, he would most likely attract the attention of the police before he even found any trace of the dragon.

"It's all the equipment department's fault. They can't even make a space ring. What kind of scientific research are they doing..." Lin Yuan muttered to himself, and could only reluctantly withdraw his hand.

He patiently continued his search deeper into the exhibition hall, eventually stopping in front of a standalone display case.

It was a straight-bladed Tang sword.

The scabbard was made of dark ebony, with no superfluous decorations, exuding a restrained killing intent.

"You have good taste!" Akadula leaned closer, his tone tinged with awe.

"An ancient artifact from the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty, codenamed 'Awakening of Insects'. The alchemist of that time melted down meteorite iron together with trace amounts of the remains of a secondary species. Even after a thousand years, it can still cut hair with a single blow. Moreover, it has slain many corrupted hybrids, and its internal evil energy is extremely strong."

Lin Yuan nodded, indicating that this was what he needed.

Akadula entered a few numbers into the combination lock next to him, and the display case opened.

Lin Yuan reached out and gripped the hilt of the knife, his thumb pressing against the guard as he gently pushed it, and a flash of cold light, like autumn water, appeared.

Then, he eagerly awaited the scenes often described in novels, such as "the sound of a sword echoing like a dragon" or "a murderous aura soaring to the sky."

The alchemical professor mentioned that high-level alchemical weapons possess a weak biological response, capable of resonating with the dragon bloodline within hybrids.

However, it didn't react at all when I held it in my hand.

This was within Lin Yuan's expectations, since he did not have dragon blood in his body and therefore could not activate the so-called metal-refining attribute.

He didn't really care. It didn't matter that he couldn't resonate with it. The alchemy technology of this world far surpassed that of the One Piece world. In terms of quality alone, this sword was almost at the level of a Supreme Grade Sword, which was more than enough for him.

"That's it."

Lin Yuan spoke to Akadula, then sheathed his sword with a crisp metallic clang.

Having finished getting his own gear, Lin Yuan turned around, wanting to ask that useless senior brother what he needed to carry for self-defense.

When he turned around, he was speechless.

The useless senior brother who had been silent until now had completed a full set of equipment.

He was wearing a multi-functional tactical vest, and in the quick-draw holsters on his thighs were modified, extended Desert Eagles that looked quite heavy.

Lin Yuan sized up Fingel, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had a muscular build like an adult grizzly bear: "You also handle guns?"

Fingel shoved the last magazine into his backpack zipper, stood up, and said matter-of-factly, "What else?"

He gave Lin Yuan a sly smile.

"You expect someone with my E-rank physique to go up and fight Deadpool hand-to-hand with a knife? Of course, I'll just be shooting at you from behind, junior brother."

Chapter 74 The Mark of Jormungandr

Emerging from the equipment department's underground passage, a stretched Lincoln was already parked on the side of the road.