Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

A thunderous roar exploded in the center of the square, and Lin Yuan landed firmly on his feet.

The hard granite floor tiles cracked outwards in a spiderweb pattern from his feet, causing large plumes of dust.

The square fell silent for a moment, followed by gasps of shock. Jumping down from a distance of several dozen meters without any equipment would have been fatal for any of the mixed-race individuals present.

But soon everyone felt it was only natural; this was an S-class who had single-handedly defeated the next generation of beings, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to have such an abnormal physique.

Lin Yuan pulled his feet out of the broken floor tiles and dusted himself off.

For him, jumping down from that height wasn't even a warm-up.

However, the visual impact created by the surrounding trainees was obviously enormous, and even as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone in the square was still in shock.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Angers' applause broke the silence in the square.

"A truly spectacular entrance." Angers walked up to Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with pride.

"However, if possible, please hold back a little next time. The granite in Odin Square was only replaced a few years ago. When the board of directors sees the bill, they'll start complaining to me again."

Lin Yuan shrugged, which was taken as an agreement.

Angers looked around at the students who were holding their breath.

"Aren't you going to say a few words to everyone? They've all come to welcome you."

Faced with this unexpected turn of events, Lin Yuan was momentarily at a loss.

Before returning to school today, Angers did indeed give him a heads-up, saying that bringing back a complete second-generation dragon corpse this time was of great significance, and that countless eyes were watching it openly and secretly. He suggested that when he made his appearance, he should make a big fuss, and preferably intimidate those restless forces inside and outside the school in one fell swoop.

It was because of this instruction that he jumped directly from a height of tens of meters.

But the old fox didn't tell him that after showing off, there was a speech segment.

Lin Yuan looked at the dense crowd, banners, flowers, ballet troupe, and a speaker playing "Ride of the Valkyries" from who-knows-where in the square.

Such a big commotion, and it's not even the weekend, don't they have classes?

In reality, it wasn't necessary. Angers granted a special day off for the school's anniversary, specifically to celebrate the S-class's triumphant return.

But Lin Yuan didn't know what to say. In both his past and present lives, he had never given a speech in front of a large group of people. He used to think that listening to his boss speak at work was a waste of time.

He never expected it would be his turn now, and saying a few dry, polite words wouldn't suit his personality.

After thinking for a while, Lin Yuan simply gave up on organizing his thoughts, walked to the waterproof cloth, and grabbed the rough edge of the fabric.

With a sudden burst of strength, he ripped the entire waterproof tarpaulin off, and a strong gust of wind swept across the square.

The noise disappeared in an instant.

The enormous and majestic corpse of the white dragon was presented to everyone.

Even with life extinguished and its head bowed, those lifeless platinum eyes still retained the majesty of a pure-blooded dragon.

Some of the lower-level mixed-race students in the front row turned pale and instinctively clutched their chests.

Even more shocking was the terrifying hole in the dragon's chest cavity, which ran through its entire body, with broken bones around it and traces of violent tearing remaining at the edges.

No words can describe the fear felt upon seeing the corpse. Many even wondered if such a powerful creature could truly be defeated by a hybrid.

The dragons they had always seen in books were like gods, dwelling high in the clouds, but now the corpses of gods were laid out before them.

This is Lin Yuan's speech, needing no words; this is the best demonstration that no matter how powerful the enemy is, they can only become a cold corpse.

Someone started calling out Lin Yuan's name from the crowd.

They quickly coalesced into a massive wave, one wave higher than the next, soaring into the sky.

Amidst the cheers, Lin Yuan's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, trying to find that wisp of dark red hair. Unfortunately, after looking around, he couldn't find Nuonuo.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; she's never liked joining in the fun.

On the day the cell phone signal was restored, I contacted Nuonuo, but we tacitly avoided chatting much over text messages, as some things are not suitable to be said over a screen.

However, Lin Yuan had already made up his mind that once he returned to school, he had to break through this barrier; she couldn't escape it.

Although I didn't find Nono, I did see another familiar face.

Speaking of which, Lin Yuan hadn't seen the useless senior for a while. Ever since they came to school together in Chicago, the two of them hadn't really had a proper encounter.

Everyone cheered and surged toward him, but Miranda alone pushed her way out of the crowd, as if she wanted to leave as soon as possible.

This is somewhat unusual. As the "angel investor" who brought her into Kassel, now is the time for her to bask in the limelight, so why does she seem to be avoiding it?

Could something have happened? If it were anyone else, it wouldn't matter, but Miranda had given him a cell phone before. Although a cell phone isn't much to Lin Yuan these days, it was still a timely act of kindness.

Lin Yuan secretly noted it down, planning to ask about it when he had some free time, so that if any trouble arose, he could easily resolve it himself.

Not far away, the Night Watchman took a swig of cola and let out a loud burp.

"Tsk tsk, look at this scene." He nudged Angers' arm with his elbow.

"Old buddy, judging by this, your old bones will soon be able to retire honorably and go back to Cambridge to grow roses."

Angers gazed at Lin Yuan, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center, and surprisingly did not refute him: "Yes, he is even more outstanding than I imagined."

He had expected Lin Yuan to give a passionate speech to encourage these young mixed-race people, but the boy used a more sophisticated approach.

Display the enemy's corpses in front of everyone, so they can see for themselves how terrifying the enemy they faced was.

Then he would show them through his actions that even such a terrifying enemy was no match for him.

This kind of presentation is more inspiring than any speech.

“Looking at such a young man…” Angers’ gaze fell on Lin Yuan.

"I'm starting to feel like I'm really getting old."

The night watchman glanced at him, not believing that this nearly 130-year-old rogue would admit to being old.

Angers is an avenger.

The desire for revenge is more powerful than the wellspring of life. Angers will never grow old until he burns himself out and drags all the dragons down to hell.

"Let's get back to the point." The Night Watchman stared intently at the hundred-meter-long dragon corpse.

"This second-generation species is even larger than I expected. The spiritual elements that can be extracted from its body might be enough to open three 'Path to Godhood' slots. Have you thought about how to allocate them?"

“Lin Yuan will naturally have one all to himself,” Angers replied without hesitation.

"As for the remaining two, I suspect the Gattuso family will find a way to get one of them for Caesar no matter what. Of course..." he emphasized.

"The premise is that Lin Yuan is willing. Everything is based on his will as the top priority. We can only start the path to godhood if we get his consent."

The Night Watchman was somewhat surprised. From what Angers said, the ownership of this second-generation dragon body belonged entirely to Lin Yuan. He originally thought that Angers only intended to forge a top-level alchemical equipment for Lin Yuan and give him a spot on the path to godhood.

Unexpectedly, this extremely controlling guy actually let go and allowed a freshman who had only been in school for a few months to have full ownership of this rare treasure.

“These are the spoils of his own battle, so it’s only right that he distributes them, isn’t it?” Angers noticed his old friend’s confusion and offered his explanation.

"Moreover, I believe that our S-class is a reasonable young man. As long as the Gattuso family offers a tempting enough deal, he won't push the money away."

Chapter 116 Echoes of the Ice Sea

The welcoming ceremony lasted for more than an hour before it ended.

During this time, Lin Yuan also fulfilled the requests of several girls who wanted to take photos with him, and he was glad that Nuonuo hadn't come.

Walking back to his dormitory, Lin Yuan habitually put his hands in his pockets.

His fingertips just touched the phone case, and he took out his phone and skillfully typed a line on the screen with one hand, then sent it: "After being away for so long, I can't even get a welcome."

The screen lit up a few seconds after the message was successfully sent.

Nono: "What, is it not enough that Caesar's ballet troupe and your Lionheart Society's beauties? Do I have to personally go out to welcome you? I think there are too many people, and I don't want to join in the fun."

Lin Yuan smiled and quickly replied, "How can that be the same? I just wanted to see you as soon as I got back, but I was a little disappointed."

After the message was sent, about half a minute later, the screen lit up again with an emoticon of someone hitting someone.

Nuonuo: "You're such a chatterbox! I'll treat you to dinner tonight as a welcome-back dinner. 6 p.m., second floor of the cafeteria. Don't miss out!"

Lin Yuan teased her on purpose: "You actually dared to invite me up to the second floor? Before, when I helped you move things, you always got rid of me at the free window on the first floor."

Nono: "Why so many questions? Are you going or not?"

Lin Yuan: "Go, go, go! Of course I'll go, I promise I'll be there on time."

Nono didn't reply, so Lin Yuan put his phone back in his pocket and walked much more briskly than before.

When Lin Yuan arrived at the door of dormitory 303, he realized that he had lost his keys somewhere because he had been away for so long.

He tried turning the doorknob, and sure enough, it wasn't locked.

As soon as Lin Yuan pushed open the door, a huge black shadow rushed towards him with a whooshing sound, moving so fast that it seemed to cut through the air.

Upon recognizing Fingel, he sidestepped, causing the figure to miss its target and stumble into the wardrobe.

"What's going on, senior brother?" Lin Yuan was confused. What was going on in broad daylight?

Fingel missed his target, then turned around and approached again, a familiar smirk plastered on his face.

"Isn't it because you've become a superstar, junior brother? As your roommate, I have to quickly show my loyalty with the highest courtesy."

"I didn't attend the welcoming ceremony at the school gate just now because I was afraid of embarrassing you, junior."

Lin Yuan laughed and scolded, "What are you talking about? Senior brother, be normal. It's just killing a second-generation offspring. We'll deal with it the same way we always have."

As he spoke, he walked over and draped his coat over the back of the chair. He turned around and glanced at Fingel, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

Normally, if Fingel heard "treat things the way they should," he would have already taken the opportunity to insist that Fingel treat him to a meal in the cafeteria on the second floor.

But today, this guy stood there rubbing his hands together, and didn't respond at all.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you making that face? Did you max out my campus card?" Lin Yuan offered a way out.

"It's no big deal. I don't need a few coins. As for food, I'll make sure you eat as much as you want."

Upon hearing this, Fingel chuckled dryly twice and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No way, even though I have a big appetite, I wouldn't max out your card in just a few days."

Lin Yuan stared at him calmly.

"Since it has nothing to do with money, then it must be some other kind of trouble. Senior brother, just say what's on your mind. With our relationship, there's no need to hide anything. As long as it's something I can do, I certainly won't refuse."

Fingel was stunned when he heard Lin Yuan's unwavering promise.

Then, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his broad shoulders slumped, and he seemed to shed a long-standing disguise.

He pulled over the stool opposite Lin Yuan and sat down.

"I do have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Seeing his unusually serious demeanor, Lin Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down. The problems Fingel might be facing now shouldn't be difficult for him to solve, so he simply asked, "What happened?"

Fingel didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his desk drawer, lit it, and took a deep drag. "Junior brother, have you ever wondered why I've become this ghastly as I am now?"

Lin Yuan nodded. He was indeed curious. From the first time he met Fingel, he knew that this guy was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

Fingel later proved this to him, demonstrating a power in the Kraustal mines that was far beyond the reach of most A-rank students when he unleashed the "Bronze Throne".

He's been pretending for so long that he probably can't even tell which parts are fake and which are his true self anymore.

“I wasn’t like this when I first enrolled eight years ago.” Fingel’s gaze pierced through the rising smoke as if reminiscing about the past.

"Back then, I was also shining brightly, the vice principal's favorite student. I got full marks in almost every course, including Magic Mechanics, Mathematics, Ancient Norse, and Live-fire Shooting. My bloodline rating was also a solid A grade."

He paused, then emphasized, "Back then, A-levels weren't as common as they are now, and there were no S-levels. Among the students in my year, including me, there were only seven A-levels."

"What happened next that led you to become like this?" Lin Yuan asked, following up on his question.

“Later…” Fingel’s fingers, holding the cigarette, trembled slightly.

"That happened in late autumn of 2001. A man calling himself 'Prince' posted the coordinates of a bronze fragment retrieved from the Greenland Sea on a hunter's website."

"Based on the coordinates he provided, the Academy's Executive Department sent people to investigate. Using sonar, they detected the heartbeat of a dragon embryo on the seabed. As a result, the Academy launched the SS-level field mission 'Project Greenland'."

"The head of the executive department at the time was Professor Schneider, who personally led the team, which included me and seven other A-level specialists."

At this point, Fingel pulled a bottle of whiskey from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig.

"We were too confident back then, even arrogant. Everyone was the top elite among their peers, and we thought that an SS-level mission was nothing special, after all, it was just an unhatched embryo."

"And that was indeed the case. Everything went very smoothly until the dive. We even had a party the night before the operation. Everyone thought that the dragon embryos below wouldn't cause any trouble and that we would be able to complete the SS-class mission that no one in the Secret Service had accomplished in the last ten years."