Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Her calves, clad in combat boots, unconsciously took a half-step back.

This is no "wild" genius at all; he's a peerless killer who gets excited at the mere smell of blood.

Miranda suddenly felt a chill in the night wind seeping into the factory. Was this kid's lineage really as "perfectly stable" as she had assured him on the phone?

What normal high school student would consider fighting Deadpool as a core requirement when choosing a university?

In order to accumulate enough internship credits, did I somehow recruit a terrifying monster back to Kassel...?

Regardless of how Miranda was sweating bullets imagining things, Lin Yuan, who had received a satisfactory answer on the other end of the phone, was finally satisfied.

Chapter 15 Nothing Happens Tonight

"No problem, I'm willing to join."

Lin Yuan made the decision decisively.

"What else do I need to do? Do I need to apply for a passport or visa?"

Guderian, on the other end of the phone, was overjoyed to receive Lin Yuan's reply: "You don't need to worry about any of these trivial matters. Norma will take care of everything for you. Just nod and agree to enroll, and within two weeks, your passport, visa, and business class ticket to Chicago will all be delivered to you."

"Who is Norma? Shouldn't you be in charge?" Lin Yuan glanced at Miranda beside him with some doubt.

Once the matter was settled, Miranda quickly seized the opportunity to explain: "Norma is the academy's central computer, a super artificial intelligence that covers the entire globe. She's much more powerful than me. Now you can just say anything, and she'll need to record your voiceprint password to generate a file."

"You stepped on my foot." Lin Yuan said casually as he looked at Miranda who had come closer.

On the phone, Guderian's enthusiastic voice disappeared, replaced by a mechanical female voice from the control room.

"Voiceprint has been recorded with the individual's authorization."

"Mr. Lin Yuan, your temporary student ID is A12300017. I am your AI assistant, Norma, and I am happy to serve you. Your plane ticket, passport, and visa will be delivered to Taoyuan Community within two weeks. Kassel College welcomes you."

Upon hearing Lin Yuan's temporary student number, Miranda's eyes widened in surprise.

It starts with A!

As expected of a peerless genius in the "Thunder Pool" of Word Power!

According to Kassel's rules, all new students must pass a bloodline test called "3E" before their final rating can be confirmed.

Norma assigned Lin Yuan an A-level rating during the initial registration, which signifies the academy's recognition of his potential.

In her excitement, Miranda caught a glimpse of Chu Zihang, who had been standing in the background a few steps away.

She took the phone from Lin Yuan and whispered to Professor Guderian, "Professor, there's more than one person here! There's also a mixed-race person named Chu Zihang. He was originally one of my tasks this time. Should we wait for Professor Schneider to take over, or..."

In the central control room, Norma had thoughtfully retrieved Chu Zihang's file, along with his emails with Schneider that had lasted for several months.

Looking at the information on the screen, Guderian's eyes lit up. Schneider, that old guy, was always arrogant. Anyone who could make him spend several months contacting must be a rare talent.

Whether you're herding one sheep or two sheep, it's still the same thing.

If I could take this opportunity to transfer these two geniuses to my own name... wouldn't my tenure as a professor be even more secure?

With this thought in mind, Guderian seamlessly switched back to the amiable tone he had used when speaking to Lin Yuan earlier: "Chu Zihang, the system shows that you have maintained contact with the academy for quite some time. You have been trying to find us all along. Your composure tonight proves that you are fully qualified to step into this real world."

Although according to Miranda's report, Chu Zihang doesn't seem to have participated in tonight's battle with Deadpool, so what?

Guderian continued to persuade him: "Since we're here today, why don't we just go and I'll take care of your enrollment procedures at the same time?"

Chu Zihang glanced at his phone and uttered the longest sentence he'd spoken all night in this abandoned factory:

"Professor Schneider was the one who had been in contact with me before. He mentioned in his email that he would arrange for a dedicated field representative to meet with me in person soon. Is it in accordance with the college's procedures to have you handle this now?"

"Compliant! Completely compliant! Rules are rules, but people are flexible!"

Guderian patted his chest confidently and assured them without batting an eye.

"I'm a professor at Kassel College, my authority is far greater than those errand runners, so listen to me and you'll be fine!"

Fearing that Chu Zihang might still get hung up on the process, Guderian quickly urged, "This is a rare opportunity; it's just a matter of going through the system and recording a voiceprint."

Hearing the unwavering assurance from the other end of the phone, Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

For him, as long as he could step into the dark side hidden beneath the real world and find the answer to that overpass on that rainy night, it didn't really matter who handled the procedure.

"Yes, that's exactly why I came here."

The mechanical female voice from the control room came through the phone again: "Voiceprint recorded. Mr. Chu Zihang, your temporary student number is A06010015... Kassel College welcomes you."

Another Grade A!

Tonight, she single-handedly took two mixed-race geniuses home! Her academic credits are practically guaranteed, and the beaches of Hawaii are beckoning her.

......

Having just found two very promising A-level students for himself, Goodluck leaned back in his chair with satisfaction.

The fatigue from staying up all night vanished, and my face was full of happy smiles.

He picked up the now-cold coffee beside him and gulped it down in one go.

I began to imagine the wonderful scene of Principal Angers personally handing me the gold-embossed "tenured professor" certificate.

“A bright future…” Guderian couldn’t help but smack his lips.

But just as he was happily imagining the future, the originally spirited scene in his mind suddenly became distorted.

Principal Angers' handsome and elegant face inexplicably transformed into Fingel's sleazy and obnoxious face.

He shook his head violently, as if he had seen something dirty, trying to shake Fingel, that good-for-nothing, out of his mind.

Who would have thought that Fingel, like a stubborn plaster, would stay in his mind and refuse to leave?

Guderian reluctantly opened his eyes, immediately feeling less pleased.

Just then, the doors to the control room slowly slid open to both sides.

The faint sound of rubber tires rolling over the anti-static floor drifted in.

The person who arrived was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a large black trench coat, and was thin and bony, like a night owl hiding in the darkness.

Half of his face was tightly covered by a black metal breathing mask, with corrugated tubes extending to connect to a portable oxygen concentrator on the back of his wheelchair.

The skin exposed to the air at the edge of the mask had a chilling texture, the hideous scars left by extreme low-temperature burning, making the person look like a demon returned from purgatory.

Head of the Executive Department, Professor von Schneider.

Even in Kassel, a place teeming with madmen, Professor Schneider was a man whom all teachers and students genuinely respected.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the control panel.

Amid the hissing sound of the ventilator, Schneider asked, "Guderian, is there anything unusual tonight?"

Guderian's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of guilt instantly welled up inside him.

He sat up straight without making a sound, and at the same time quickly cast a meaningful glance at Raymond beside him.

Raymond understood, immediately lowered his head, and his ten fingers flew across the keyboard, completely focused.

Guderian then turned his head to meet Schneider's gaze, and without batting an eye, spread his hands:

Nothing happened tonight.

Chapter 16 My House Is Quite Big

After completing the formalities for the two, Miranda immediately dialed another number and put the phone back to her ear.

"This is Miranda, the field internship specialist. I'm in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs. My coordinates have been uploaded. I need support from the school's student affairs department."

After receiving confirmation from the other end, she hung up the phone, took a glow stick from her trench coat pocket, broke it in half, and threw it next to Deadpool.

"You two prospective juniors, you can leave now. I'll take care of things here."

She clapped her hands, looking like she had it all figured out.

Chu Zihang stood there, looking at the two corpses on the ground, and took the initiative to speak: "If this attracts the attention of the police, it will be troublesome, won't it? Do you need my help to clean up the mess?"

Miranda shook her head and pointed to the glow sticks on the ground: "Don't underestimate the logistical support capabilities of Kassel College. This marker is enough."

"The school's administrative department will be here in half an hour at most. Those guys are all former Navy SEALs; they're super professional at handling these kinds of messes. All you need to do now is go back, take a hot shower, and get a good night's sleep."

Lin Yuan listened from the side and nodded secretly.

They were in charge of both killing and burying the dead, and even the school janitors responsible for cleaning the perimeter were all retired Navy SEALs.

This glimpse into the depths of Kassel College reveals its truly unfathomable strength. Professor Guderian, who was chatting so amiably with me on the phone just now, must also be a master.

With this assurance, Lin Yuan felt relieved and turned to walk out of the factory.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Miranda called out to him.

"You're just planning to go back like this?"

Lin Yuan stopped and turned to look at her.

Miranda pointed to her eyes: "I know you have a strong bloodline, but in normal society, you should try to turn off your golden eyes before taking any action, otherwise you may cause unnecessary trouble."

Extinguished?

Lin Yuan subconsciously looked at Chu Zihang beside him.

As expected, the golden light in the other person's eyes had long since faded, and their eyes had returned to their normal appearance.

So this golden eye is like an LED light, it can be turned on whenever you want. Lin Yuan understood, took a deep breath, and dissipated his power as if deactivating the beast form of a Devil Fruit.

Miranda looked at Lin Yuan's eyes, which had returned to normal, and nodded in satisfaction: "Now he looks like an ordinary high school student."

Lin Yuan grunted in agreement, turned around, and continued walking outside.

As he passed Yan Xiao's body, his steps unconsciously faltered.

Logically speaking, in the world of pirates, he had long been accustomed to death in the struggle for territory and treasure.

But at this moment, standing in this abandoned factory, looking at the glaring blood on the ground, he felt a strong sense of disorientation.

Here there are laws, police, and schools. It's a modern society enveloped in civilization and order. A young man who should have been planning a long university vacation died a meaningless and tragic death in the wilderness.

This sense of disorientation silently reminded Lin Yuan that he must adjust his mindset to adapt to the real world before him, a world that, hidden beneath the cloak of civilization, can also be cannibalistic.

Lin Yuan silently turned back to the construction waste pile a few meters away, found a piece of plastic tarpaulin covered in dust, and gently covered the corpse with it.

Miranda stood there, somewhat stunned.

Just now on the phone, she was convinced from the bottom of her heart that this kid was an unparalleled killer.

But now, he has taken the initiative to cover his classmate's body with a tarpaulin.

She realized that she seemed to have never truly understood him.

Chu Zihang took in the whole scene. He lowered his eyes slightly, then followed without saying a word.

Stepping out of the factory, a cold wind mixed with the dampness of the mountains and forests rushed into my collar.

Lin Yuan looked at the waist-high weeds outside the factory and suddenly realized how he was going to get back.

There used to be a bus at the foot of the mountain when I came here, but now it's too late, and I look like a serial killer.

Even if there were buses, I wouldn't dare take them.

Just as he was considering whether to go back to the factory and ask Miranda for help, Chu Zihang's voice came from behind him.

"I drove here, I can give you a ride."

Lin Yuan stopped and turned to look at this person of the same age.

The meaning in their eyes couldn't be clearer: We're all just high school graduates, and you already have a driver's license?

Chu Zihang clearly understood the subtext in his eyes: "After the college entrance exam, I went to take my driver's license test."

After saying that, as if afraid that Lin Yuan might not be at ease, he added, "Although I haven't had my driver's license for long, I have a lot of driving experience, so don't worry."

After saying that, he led Lin Yuan out along the earthen slope covered with weeds.

After walking a few steps, Lin Yuan saw a brand new black BMW X3.

The compact body lines exuded a cold, hard feel in the night, just like the sharp and decisive energy emanating from Chu Zihang.

Lin Yuan looked the valuable industrial beast up and down, somewhat surprised: "Driving a BMW right after graduation, that's impressive."

Chu Zihang reached out and opened the car door, replying calmly, "This is a gift from Dad."

Lin Yuan's ears twitched slightly. He noticed that this boy, who had been as precise as a machine since his appearance, spoke "Dad" with a slightly faster pace, almost imperceptibly.