Transmigrating into a dragon clan experimental subject, is that even possible?

Chu Zihang broke the silence, his voice calm and decisive: "The increasingly frequent actions of the Secret Society indicate that their plan is nearing completion. Tian, ​​what are your plans now that you're back at the academy?"

After a moment's thought, Tian said, "The Academy's higher-ups will definitely hold an emergency meeting to discuss our intelligence, but that will take time. We can't wait. If the Academy's response is too slow, we must act alone and find the location of the Camarilla's core ritual."

Caesar whistled, his tone lighthearted and teasing: "The same old routine again? The academy holds a meeting, and we go it alone. Hopefully, we won't run into so many lunatics this time."

Tian ignored his teasing and instead opened his terminal, compiling the data he had just collected from the ruins into a briefing. His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, his gaze focused: "The runic information this time indicates that the Camarilla's actions in the ruins of Saint Andre were merely a cover. The real key point is likely in the Nordic region, where the ruins are closely related to the legends of Nidhogg."

"Nordic?" Chu Zihang frowned slightly. "The environment there is even more complex than in San Andreas, making it difficult for the academy's detectors to cover. How do you plan to investigate?"

Tian's gaze was icy, and his tone carried a hint of determination: "By tracking the energy fluctuations left behind by the Camarilla, we can deduce their route. But this data requires the Academy's equipment to decode, so we must get back as soon as possible."

Caesar leaned back in his chair and looked up at the cabin ceiling: "Easy for you to say, but are the old guys at the Academy willing to let us get involved? No matter how important the intelligence we bring back after each operation is, it seems useless. They're always a step behind."

“Their decisions are beyond our control, but their actions are,” Tian said calmly, his gaze shifting to the three men, his tone unwavering. “We cannot stop. If the Academy doesn’t take action, we will continue to act alone. As long as the Camarilla is not completely defeated, we have no right to rest.”

Looking at Tian's cold profile, Lu Mingfei felt a complex mix of emotions. He sighed and said softly, "Fine, it's Tian's plan again. I'm used to it. Anyway, I'll stay with you guys; at least I can live a little longer."

Caesar laughed and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder: "You're still too cautious. Follow us, and one day you'll become a legend in the academy."

Chu Zihang calmly said, "Instead of discussing future possibilities, let's focus on the task at hand. Every failure brings the Secret Service closer to success, and this time we don't have a second chance."

The spaceship continued its silent journey, the atmosphere inside the cabin growing increasingly tense and oppressive. Everyone knew that this mission was just one part of a long war, and what awaited them ahead might be even more perilous battles. Tian gripped the control stick tightly, his eyes gleaming with an indomitable coldness, his voice low but filled with determination: "This is not the end. We must win this war."

The spaceship pierced through the clouds, and the outline of the academy gradually appeared in the distance. Lu Mingfei watched the approaching buildings, a complex emotion welling up within him. This was their base, a place to briefly regroup after battle, but this return did not make him feel safe. The shadow of the Camarilla had not yet dissipated, and the stalemate within the academy also filled him with unease.

The spaceship slowly landed on the academy's helipad. The four quickly gathered their equipment and descended the gangway. A student council member approached anxiously: "Captain Tian, ​​the vice principal is already waiting for you in the council chamber. He said the intelligence you brought back is of utmost importance."

"Understood." Tian nodded, signaling the team to follow. His steps were quick and firm, his two pistols hanging at his waist, his gaze as cold as a knife.

Lu Mingfei followed at the back of the group, muttering to himself, "It's the council chamber again. Will they listen to our suggestions this time? Or will it be another long discussion?"

Caesar chuckled, hands in his pockets, and said casually, "Don't worry, Mingfei, this time is different. With the Camarilla's actions being so significant, even if they want to delay, they have to take action."

Chu Zihang remained silent, but a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes. He knew that the academy's higher-ups typically considered more interests than just the battle itself when making decisions.

When they entered the council chamber, the vast space was already packed with people. The academy's high-ranking officials, representatives from various factions, and several senior instructors were all present, their expressions exceptionally solemn. The vice-principal, seated on the high platform, nodded slightly as he saw Tian's group enter: "You're back. Any new intelligence?"

Tian handed the terminal to the vice principal, his tone brief and calm: "The operation at the St. Andrew's Ruins is a smokescreen by the Camarilla. Their real target may be the Norse ruins, an area connected to the legends of Nidhogg."

The vice principal frowned slightly. He looked down at the data on the terminal, then looked up at the tutors: "Opinions?"

One of the instructors adjusted his glasses, his tone cautious: "If the intelligence is accurate, the Nordic ruins do indeed require further investigation. However, the academy's resources are limited, and we need to determine the priorities of our operation."

Another mentor was more direct: "The Camarilla have already carried out two large-scale operations, which indicates that their plan is nearing completion. If we continue to delay, we may miss our last chance to stop them."

A hushed discussion filled the council chamber, the atmosphere tense and complex. Lu Mingfei stood to the side, observing the high-ranking officials' behavior, and couldn't help but mentally grumble, "It's the same old back-and-forth again. Can't they just make a decision already?"

Tian's gaze swept over the crowd, and he said coldly, "The threat posed by the Camarilla should not be underestimated. They have already taken too much time from us. In any case, the operation must begin immediately."

The vice principal's gaze lingered on Tian, ​​his tone calm and deep: "Captain Tian, ​​is your team capable of completing the reconnaissance mission independently? If the academy sends more people, it may alert the Secret Service."

Tian nodded slightly, his voice firm: "We can complete the preliminary reconnaissance independently, but once the core location of the Camarilla is confirmed, the Academy must quickly send support forces. The success or failure of this operation will determine whether Nidhogg can be fully restored."

The vice-principal paused for a moment before finally making the decision: "Alright, we approve your team's trip to the Nordic ruins. The academy will provide you with the necessary resources, but remember, intelligence must be accurate; any rash actions could lead to disastrous consequences."

Tian nodded, then turned and left the council hall, followed closely by Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Lu Mingfei. As they walked out of the hall, Caesar whistled, his tone tinged with amusement: "It's rare to see them agree so quickly this time. Looks like they're starting to get scared too."

Chu Zihang calmly said, "This shows that the Secret Society's actions have made the Academy realize the seriousness of the threat. But how timely the Academy's support will be remains to be seen."

Lu Mingfei followed at the back, frowning: "Are we going to act alone again? God, are you really sure you can find the core location of the Camarilla?"

Tian stopped and turned to look at Lu Mingfei, his gaze cold: "Intelligence is a clue, action is a choice. If you want to wait until everything is certain, it will only make us lose more opportunities. Now, go back and prepare. We'll depart tomorrow morning."

Lu Mingfei sighed helplessly, but nodded nonetheless and left with the others. Night fell again, and the academy lights shone brightly in the darkness, but everyone knew in their hearts that true darkness still awaited them in the distance.

Night fell, and the academy's training grounds were empty and silent, a gentle breeze carrying a touch of coolness. Tian stood in the center of the field, his twin pistols precisely aimed at the suspended target ahead. The rune bullets fired in rapid succession trailed blue arcs of light, each shot hitting the bullseye with pinpoint accuracy. After the fire died down, he slowly sheathed his guns, his gaze calm and cold.

Standing on the sidelines, watching Tian's skillful movements, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but mutter, "Tian, ​​it's already past midnight, aren't you going to get some rest? We have to leave early tomorrow morning."

Tian didn't answer, but turned to look at him, his tone calm but with a hint of pressure: "If you feel you have enough energy, you can go back to rest at any time. But there is no room for error in tomorrow's operation."

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips, but still picked up his knife and walked into the training field. He knew Tian was right, but the unease deep inside him made him increasingly agitated. He stood in front of the target, holding his knife, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said, "Tian, ​​I have a question for you."

Tian looked at him without saying a word, but his gaze gestured for him to continue.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Why are you working so hard? No matter what plan the Secret Service has, you're always the first to rush in. Is it for the academy, for everyone, or... for yourself?"

This question created a subtle tension in the air. After a moment of silence, Tian calmly said, "This is the path I have chosen."

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback: "Is that all? There's no other reason?"

Tian looked at him, his gaze deep: "Everyone has their own reasons. You can choose to run away, or you can choose to face it. But for me, there is no turning back in this war. Whether it's to stop the dragons from reviving or to survive, I have no other choice."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but didn't press further. He knew Tian's personality; the answer was clear enough. He sighed, raised his sword, and began practicing, but each swing was hesitant. Images from previous battles flashed through his mind—those powerful enemies, those near-death moments.

"Don't let fear control your actions." Tian's voice suddenly came from the side, calm but without reproach. "Your blade may not be fast enough, but every strike must be resolute. The enemy won't give you a second chance."

Lu Mingfei paused, then gritted his teeth and nodded. He took a deep breath, raised the knife high, and tried to make his movements as fluid as possible. With each slash, his heart seemed to calm down a little.

Meanwhile, Chu Zihang stood on the other side of the training ground, inspecting his equipment. His gaze swept over the blade, confirming there was no damage, before sheathing it. His voice was low and calm: "Heavens, this mission is very risky. Although the academy has given us authorization, if the intelligence is wrong, we could become prey for the Camarilla."

“Risks are unavoidable,” Tian replied, his tone completely unwavering. “But the intelligence is infallible. Every action of the Secret Service leaves a trace; once we find the pattern, we can predict their next move.”

Caesar approached from a distance, a bottle of beverage in his hand, and said lazily, "After hearing your analysis, I'm itching to rush onto the battlefield right now. But seriously, God, after this operation, do you have any plans to directly take action against the high command of the Camarilla?"

Tian slightly turned his head to look at Caesar, his gaze cold: "If conditions permit."

Caesar whistled, his smile knowing: "That's just like you. But the Camarilla's higher-ups aren't so easy to deal with. They dared to pull off so many Remains Projects; they must have plenty of trump cards up their sleeves."

“Even the most powerful weapons have weaknesses,” Tian said calmly, turning to walk towards the exit. “Get everything ready, we’ll set off tomorrow morning.”

Silence returned to the training ground. Lu Mingfei looked down at the knife in his hand, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He knew this mission was more dangerous than any before, yet a sense of unwillingness rose within him. He gritted his teeth and told himself, "This time, I won't hold you back."

The next morning, the four stood in front of the helipad as the spaceship slowly started up again. Caesar, looking at Tian and Chu Zihang's calm expressions, couldn't help but say, "Fine, it's us 'unpopular team' acting alone again. Tian, ​​don't you really think the academy has let us down a bit?"

Tian didn't respond, but simply walked towards the cockpit. The spaceship slowly rose into the air, passing through the morning mist, and headed towards the Nordic ruins.