Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Doesn’t Want to Become a Night City Legend

Chapter 92 Insects
Now that everything has come to an end, people are cheering and celebrating, and people are relaxing and happy.

In such a context of universal celebration, there is only one kind of person who cannot smile from the bottom of his heart.

That kind of person is called [Avenger].

Before the hatred in their hearts burns dry, they may never be able to find peace. When they close their eyes, they can hear the roars of their enemies and the miserable screams of their companions in the darkness, and even the chaotic beating of their hearts that cannot stop beating until their long-cherished wish is fulfilled.

Hilbert Jean-Anger was such a man.

While the students were enjoying a peaceful vacation, the old man was working overtime in the office as usual.

He looked at his watch several times and stood up at a certain time. He walked across the campus, greeted familiar students, and then walked through the secret door of the library to ask Norma for permission.

Then came the underground world of Kassel.

There are many hidden things in Kassel's underground world, and Angers' target this time is Svartalfheim.

The name comes from one of the nine worlds called the World Tree, where the dwarves live.

In Norse mythology, dwarves are always synonymous with skilled craftsmen. They possess all kinds of mysterious powers and profound knowledge, and have created many treasures. When Freya wanted to string a pendant, she had to seek refuge with the dwarves.

The dwarf of Kassel is the [Equipment Department]

The Equipment Department is just an abbreviation; the full name is the 'Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications'. The elites of the Equipment Department do not engage in theoretical research. Their job is to transform the theories of science and alchemy into practical applications... although 90% of these practical applications are explosives.

Most of the students in Kassel knew this information, but Angers purpose in coming to the Equipment Department today was somewhat different.

"Director Adula, this is the first time you've asked me to come visit the equipment department in such a hurry."

Before the elevator leading to the underground arrived, Ange saw the director of the equipment department waiting for him.

Director Akadullah is an Arab with well-developed facial muscles. When he smiles, he looks a bit like a Litang person, very innocent.

But the director didn't have a smile on his face at this moment, which was very rare. You know, the principal allocated a large sum of money to the dwarfs to make their favorite big bombs. These nerdy otakus should be laughing like lunatics every day.

In order to relax the atmosphere, Ange started laughing with the mentality of "if you don't laugh, I'll laugh too".

"What? Have you discovered a new Dragon King?"

"Yes, but there are more exciting ones than this."

No hehe.

Ange's smile disappeared.

"The Dragon King is—"

"It's not a big deal. There's just something wrong with the data we're collecting in the Japan Trench. Uh... there's a subtle fluctuation in it. We suspect it's the Dragon King's cocoon."

Ange's expression changed completely. This elegant man was thinking about something in his sharp eyes, and he had some reaction to the word "Japan".

Yet the conversation continues.

"By the way, there's worse news than this."

"I don't really want to hear it. Go ahead."

"The fluctuations in information from Japan appeared sudden, but judging by the Dragon King Cocoon's regular activity, we suspect this 'sudden appearance' doesn't mean the Dragon King suddenly appeared. More accurately, we believe this is a Dragon King Cocoon that has existed for a long time. It didn't suddenly appear, but we just discovered it suddenly."

Director Adula glanced mysteriously at Ange.

"Principal, do you know what this means?"

In fact, Adula didn't expect the principal to answer. In the eyes of the equipment department members, other humans were basically idiots.

But just when the director was about to answer himself——

"It means two things."

Ange answered with a grim look on his face.

"First, someone suddenly sent the 'correct intelligence' to the Equipment Department. This person then possesses network capabilities sufficient to surpass Norma's defenses, or possesses offline capabilities that surpass Cassel's layers of defense systems."

"Secondly, if we were able to detect the Dragon King's traces, it makes no sense that the Japanese hybrids, who were closer, wouldn't have noticed. Therefore, the Japanese have been deliberately concealing the reaction of the sea area on their side. These people are almost unable to contain their desire for betrayal."

Director Adula's smile disappeared.

This guy is so annoying. What should I do with my "wise man impatiently analyzes the information and looks down on mortals" plot?

But not knowing what the director was thinking, Angers face looked extremely ugly.

I was betrayed by my own dog, and there was a hole in my yard. I didn't even know where the hole was.

No, that's not right.

Whether online or offline, there are very few people who can invade Norma.

As far as network technology is concerned, Norma is basically a god.

Can make Norma give way
Except Lu Mingfei, there is only...
really
(Is that the only child?)

Ange had a candidate in mind, but he was even more conflicted.

The prisoner's identity was somewhat special to him. He couldn't move and didn't even dare to question him.

The more Ange thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Adula took Ange around several corners and arrived at the official entrance of the equipment department.

This is the tenth floor underground, which is probably the deepest technological facility set up by human civilization today.

No one is deeper than him and no one is more high-tech than him, and no one is more deep than him and no one is more high-tech than him. This is a fortress that is unique in the world.

The top nine floors have a total of nine different isolation layers, including 3-meter-thick concrete walls, 50-centimeter-thick high-strength armor, lead-zirconium alloy plates to restrain nuclear weapon attacks... and a large amount of graphite powder is used to fill the space between the isolation layers.

Even if an enemy of the Dragon King level were to arrive, he would not be able to do anything to Watalheim unless he activated the world-destroying words that only existed in legends.

When Director Adula and Ange arrived at the door, they were quickly greeted.

The internal facilities of the Equipment Department are no different from those in science fiction films. It's all white, with high-tech instrument desks lined up in a row. Slightly higher up is a hanging whiteboard, which is often covered with long lists of formulas. Only in the corner will a researcher write something like "I want cucumber-flavored potato chips for lunch" in a mischievous way.

On weekdays, the Equipment Department usually stares at outsiders with dead fish eyes.

But that day was different.

Ange entered the equipment department, but no fish came to watch him. Instead, the members of the equipment department were busy moving around in the room, creating a completely different atmosphere from the past.

Ange suddenly thought of this: when Director Adula saw him, he said
[Yes, but there are more exciting ones than this]

Ange originally thought that this sentence referred to the hacker who mysteriously invaded Kassel's equipment department or the rebellious heart of the Japanese hybrids.

but if.
What does this sentence mean literally?

What if there really is something more worrying than the Dragon King?

"It's an arms race, Headmaster."

Seeing that Ange seemed to have noticed something, Adula stopped hiding it and started explaining directly.

"Although I think that Principal Ange is old and his memory may not be very good, I still sincerely hope that you still remember the deadpool we captured in the plane crash case."

Ange frowned and replied, "Putting aside why you interspersed a line of ridicule with your words, my answer to your question is, of course I remember. That was the plane my precious student risked his life to save."

"That's easy to say. Well, in short, we performed an autopsy on Deadpool, and the results showed that this Deadpool is just an ordinary rampaging hybrid in terms of bloodline, nothing special. However, his physical structure seems to have undergone strange changes that are completely different from previous Deadpools."

After saying that, the director walked to his desk and handed a photo to Ange.

"This is."

The photo shows Deadpool's flesh and tissue cut into several pieces, with blood sticking to the wounds. His dragon-like scales have fine cracks due to the impact he suffered.

As for this slice, it should be... a large piece of chest skin?

Why are you showing me this?
"Um?!"

Angé was completely fine with the gory nature of the anatomical diagram itself, as he had seen it many times before. However, he soon noticed a tissue structure he had never seen before.

"What is this thing? Why is there such a large, hard compound structure embedded in this person's muscle tissue?"

"Congratulations on noticing this anomaly. We initially thought it might be a dragon transformation, but after comparing previous data, we've discovered that this conclusion is incorrect." Director Adula raised his hand. "Instead, the structures of so-called wild creatures are essentially formed through natural ecological evolution based on the law of the jungle, and therefore, they all exhibit certain regularities."

"A bio-dragon like this, with its specific modules mixed between skin and muscle tissue, could do it, but Deadpool would have been impossible."

"Combined with the sutures found during the autopsy, we are more inclined to believe that this is some kind of man-made product." Ange's heart skipped a beat.

".You mean to say that someone cut open this person's skin and installed a subcutaneous structure similar to a bulletproof vest?"

"That's basically what I mean, Principal. Have you ever seen Cyberpunk? It's the same concept as the subcutaneous sheath."

Adula looked at Ange with some concern, which made the old man feel offended.

Of course I have! Even though I’m an old man, I’m still an old man who follows the latest trends!

"You're saying that the Cyberpunk's unreasonable installation technology was successfully implemented? And then some agency mastered this technology and used it to attack my students?"

"I'm not sure about that yet, but there's an error in what you said, Principal. The cyberpunk installation technology itself isn't difficult; it's just a more sophisticated surgery. The real difficulty lies in achieving a non-rejective combination between the human body and the substance, as well as the selection of the substance itself."

Adula counted on his fingers.

"For example, the mantis blade or prosthetic eye that often appear in science fiction works. The difficulty is certainly not in creating a prototype of the mantis blade or a window that can display an electronic screen. The difficulty lies in [how to naturally connect this device with your brain - the principle], [how your body can withstand such heterogeneous transformation - the experimental subject], and the simplest [how to widely collect scarce materials - reducing costs]."

Adura put his hands behind his head and rambled on, "These three problems must all be solved, because the so-called cyberpunk world isn't some bright future shared by all of humanity. Even cybermen aren't necessarily the optimal solution for human evolution. If you just want to create a single cyberman, our Equipment Department can do that too. The problem lies in how to mass-produce this technology."

"So from now on, Principal, please remember this: don't try to deduce the principles. That's what we're here to do. You just need to use the results."

Ange suddenly felt that he could not keep up with the topic, or did not understand what Director Adula meant.

Did Adula mean
".Dragon and us?" Ange frowned and thought.

"Correct answer. Someone has given us a new idea, hasn't he?"

Adula said quickly.

"The so-called connection between a cyber-human's prosthetic body and brain is an [unknown principle]. So, do we know of another [unknown principle]?"

".Word Spirit."

That's right.

Isn't the word spirit the so-called [unknown relationship]?

To this day, no half-blood has understood how they activate the Word Spirit.

But this vision of using words was born from the brain and reflected in reality.

So if we don't think about the principles, but use the existing [Word Spirit] as a result to materialize the way the Word Spirit acts on reality, does it mean that the prototype of the "prosthetic body" is completed?

Wild and imaginative, fanciful, perhaps these words are no longer enough to describe such a conjecture. And even if it is simply said, without the assistance of great scientists who can single-handedly promote the explosive development of science and technology in the era, this fantasy cannot become a reality.

Ange didn't have time to think about the feasibility, his brain just went down this line of thought like a slide.

If [Word Spirit] is the basis for realizing prosthetics, what about the remaining two questions?
Experimental subjects and ways to reduce costs
Is there any need to say more about the experimental subjects?
Hasn't he already shown the results?
【Hybrid】

These life forms themselves are different from humans. It is better to say that the fact that they can tolerate something as foreign as "dragon blood" means that their tolerance is terrifyingly high.

Wait, that’s not right. Dragon’s blood is not “evidence”, it’s an application!

It's not about deriving principles, but about utilizing results.

Dragon blood is a foreign substance, and prosthetics are also foreign substances.
Dragon blood is a prosthetic?! Or, is it the characteristics of dragon blood that are transformed into a prosthetic?

In fact, similar scientific and technological research has already begun.

Let's take a look at what's known.

[Hybrids can use Word Spirits]

[The source of the Word Spirit is the dragon part of the hybrid, that is, dragon blood.]

Different hybrids have different words and spirits. Based on the above conditions, it can be inferred that the dragon blood stimulated by different hybrids has different characteristics.

Then why not mix the blood of other hybrids into your body?

This is the initial plan, let's call it Plan A.

But this plan failed.

There are two kinds of results.

1. The hybrid died directly due to rejection reaction.

After all, people with different blood types have to consider whether they can transfuse blood, not to mention the brutal dragon blood. The branches and factions of the four dragon kings are much more different than the AB blood types, so it is normal for them to die if mixed together.

2. Not dead, but barely alive after lowering the doping ratio, but the blood in the body will undergo spontaneous assimilation and the final result is that the person's words and spirits have not changed at all.

Plan A was thus completely declared a failure.

Plan B, which was proposed after artificial intelligence like Norma gradually became the direction of world technological development, is to [stuff dragon blood into the robot's body].

Go straight to the conclusion.

Failed.

Researchers believe that, in addition to the medium of dragon blood, a brain, or a spiritual entity, is also needed to induce the internal elements of dragon blood. Some studies believe that this is related to the spiritual elements possessed by the legendary White King, who is independent of the four dragon kings. The spiritual elements may be the indispensable key to connecting the functions of the four elements.

But right now, Ange seems to see a completely new vision.

[That is, instead of injecting blood into one's own body, one could use the dragon blood to create a prosthetic device, using this medium to connect it to the brain in some other way—in other words, inserting a prosthetic "framework" between the dragon blood and the human body to avoid, uh, reduce the rejection reaction.]

To sum up, if this equation called "dragon body - dragon blood - cyborgization" is completed, it means that the hybrid can install any word spirit into himself!

And the cost.
"Among dragons, even the third generation species have the concept of cocooning."

“As long as they want, they can.”

Use the bodies of dead dragons as materials.
Endless

"Even if they're not truly perpetual motion machines, the dragon race's efficiency in utilizing natural resources has reached over 90 percent. Humanity won't be able to catch up even after several centuries."

Ange only felt an indescribable fear spreading in his heart.

But
“This is still not the most alarming place.”

The heartless Director Adula pushed up his nonexistent glasses.

The survival of mankind has nothing to do with him; he is only responsible for telling the truth cruelly.

And that truth is.
"Rather than the fact that [someone successfully transformed Deadpool], I think we should be more concerned with the previous condition—that [someone is willing to transform humans in this way]."

Adula's eyes, which had been wandering just now, became serious when he talked about this part.

“Or rather, the transformation has already begun.”

"Principal, we believe that at this moment, on the other side of the world that you cannot control, the ability to materialize "Word Spirit" has been mastered, and this also means a huge difference in wealth, power, and resources."

"If this continues"

Amidst the gloomy voice, Ange suddenly recalled what Lu Mingfei had said to him.

"Principal, if one day we truly defeat the dragon race, will we hybrids replace them and become the new dragon race?"

"."

Is this what the conversation at that time meant?
No, what are you surprised about, Angers?

Didn't you already know this?

"By the way, since the person attacked was Lu Mingfei, that means the secret party's mode of action has been fully understood by the other side. In my humble opinion, the Deadpool on the plane was sent by a member of the school board."

"Alright, alright, shut up." Ange covered his face with his hands. "Is there no good news at all in this conversation?"

Adula shrugged nonchalantly.

Japan is secretly researching something and concealing the existence of the White King.

The situation in North America was changing, and the student he once liked had openly "betrayed" him.

And now, there are suspicions within the secret party. Suspected traders know those damn capitalists best, and they are fighting among themselves.

Numb
Ange sighed deeply and sat down as if his bones were pulled out.

How can we have a good revolution with this bunch of insects?
Ming Fei, Zi Hang, Caesar
You guys should grow up quickly.
(End of this chapter)