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

As Jormungandr's will revived, an irresistible force began to spread. It resonated with the surrounding air, soil, and mountains through the revived dragon remains, and its power continued to expand, eventually invading the consciousness of the heavens.

Tian felt the pressure in his mind increase instantly, and a strong headache struck. He gripped his head tightly, trying to stay awake. But those vague memories, those images he had long forgotten, flooded into his mind like a torrent at this moment.

"Heavens?" Chu Zihang's voice rang out again, this time with obvious anxiety.

Tian forced himself to open his eyes and saw Chu Zihang and Caesar standing in front of him, their eyes filled with worry and questions. He shook his head vigorously, trying to regain his composure: "It's nothing, I'm probably just tired."

But his gaze grew increasingly unfocused. The voice in his mind grew louder, as if a powerful will was whispering, luring him into the abyss. The voice was so heavy, so vast, as if it came from an endless abyss, filled with both temptation and threat.

"You are no longer that simple human." The voice was deep and cold. "You are part of the dragon race, destined to be with me. You possess power greater than any human. Give up resistance and accept your destiny."

Driven by this sound, Tian's consciousness began to waver. He felt his will slowly crumbling, as if being eroded by some irresistible force. Whenever he tried to concentrate, he felt increasingly exhausted, as the invisible force in his mind swallowed him up like a tidal wave.

"Oh my god!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed anxiously, "What's wrong with you?!"

He couldn't comprehend the scene before him—Tian seemed to have completely lost his sense of his surroundings, standing there blankly, his eyes vacant. Lu Mingfei took a step forward, reaching out to grasp Tian's shoulder, but was abruptly pushed away by an invisible pressure.

"Don't come near me." Tian's voice was low and hoarse. "I...I don't know what I look like right now."

Tian abruptly closed his eyes, struggling to break free from the fog of consciousness. He knew that what he was facing now was not simply physical fatigue, but some kind of temptation from the abyss, from the will of Jormungandr, the king of the dragon lands and mountains. This will was gradually eroding his soul, trying to devour him and transform him into a part of itself.

"You must resist it, Heaven," Chu Zihang's voice came through the mist, tinged with urgency. "We cannot let it control you!"

Tian took a deep breath, a surge of strength welling up within him. He knew he couldn't continue to succumb to despair. He wasn't a tool of the dragon race; he was human, a warrior of Kassel College, the leader of a four-man squad. Only by upholding his will could he protect his teammates and complete the mission.

"You... are no longer human." The voice whispered again, with a hint of mockery. "You have been burdened with my power; you cannot escape."

However, Tian gritted his teeth and forcefully resisted that indescribable will. Suddenly, a figure flashed in his mind—his past memories, the vows he had made, and his mission as a human being.

"I am not your puppet," Tian's voice was deep and firm. "I will not become a part of you."

The surrounding air jolted violently, as if the invisible force had encountered a fierce counterattack and was forced to retreat in an instant. Tian's consciousness instantly returned to clarity, but he knew that this struggle was far from over. Although Jormungandr's will had been temporarily suppressed, its power still lurked deep within his body and spirit, waiting for the next opportunity.

“We must move forward.” Tian’s voice calmed down again, but his eyes gleamed with an undeniable determination. “The mission is not over yet.”

Tian's voice regained its composure, but he knew the struggle was far from over. Although he had temporarily escaped the corrupting influence of Jormungandr's will, that profound power still lurked within him, like a volcano about to erupt, ready to burst forth again at any moment. And he clearly realized that this was not merely a physical test, but a profound test of his will and soul.

"Tian, ​​are you alright?" Lu Mingfei cautiously stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern and doubt.

Tian nodded slowly, his gaze still fixed ahead, as if trying to dispel the fog in his mind: "It's alright. I can control myself, I'm fine for now." He took a deep breath, his voice low: "But that voice... it hasn't completely disappeared."

"I'm glad you're alright." Chu Zihang looked at the sky, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "Your reaction just now was a little off. Did... you sense something?"

Tian stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing slightly. "That power couldn't be generated by ordinary dragon remains. It's a consciousness, a will, that seems to transcend the limitations of the physical body, like... coming from another dimension."

Caesar raised an eyebrow: "You mean, behind those dragon remains, there's an even more powerful force? More complex than we imagined?"

Tian nodded slowly, his tone growing increasingly heavy: "Jormungandr's will is not merely sealed within the dragon's remains; it seems to possess some special power that can influence me, even alter my inner perceptions. This is not an ordinary corpse, but a conscious being."

“A conscious remains?” Lu Mingfei frowned. “Then isn’t it more dangerous than we imagined? Does the Camarilla really want to revive it in order to control this ‘consciousness’?”

“Exactly.” Tian’s gaze sharpened. “In the process of reviving the dragon remains, the Camarilla is not only trying to gain power, but more importantly, they may want to control or utilize the power of the dragons through this ‘consciousness.’ Jormungandr is not just the king of the earth and mountains; its consciousness may have already transcended the limitations of the physical body and become a spiritual force.”

Chu Zihang nodded: "So what do we do now? Since its will can influence you, how do we stop it from fully reviving?"

“We must find the source of this ‘consciousness’ as soon as possible.” Tian’s tone remained calm, but a deep anxiety was hidden behind it. “If the Camarilla continues to control it, we will all be in danger.”

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but swallow hard: "You mean, we have to continue to face this erosion of 'consciousness'?"

Tian Shen glanced at Lu Mingfei, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "If we don't destroy this 'consciousness,' we may very well fall under its control. Each of you may feel its influence, and even unconsciously begin to be dominated by it."

Caesar shrugged helplessly: "This is too much trouble. Do we have to outwit it?"

"A battle of wits and courage? No, this is not just a matter of wisdom." Tian's tone was calm and resolute. "It is part of the ancient dragon race, and its power cannot be destroyed by conventional means. We must find its core and destroy its source."

The four remained silent for a moment, an indescribable sense of oppression filling the air. Although they had just successfully thwarted the plan to revive the dragon remains, a new crisis was already creeping in. The will of Jormungandr was their true enemy.

A few days later, late at night, the four gathered again in the basement of Kassel College. Tian, ​​Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Lu Mingfei stood in front of the monitoring room, observing the screen in front of them. The screen displayed an unusual runic array in a dense forest. It was an array set up by the Camarilla to revive the remains of the dragon race.

"Is this the place we're supposed to destroy?" Caesar tapped the table lightly. "It looks like a bunch of ancient runes. It shouldn't be too difficult."

“It looks simple, but we don’t know the energy it contains.” Tian stared intently at the screen. “The core of this rune array is not directly related to the remains, but rather it summons the consciousness of Jormungandr through some kind of spiritual connection. We must break this connection, otherwise it will continue to affect us.”

"How do we destroy it?" Lu Mingfei frowned, pointing to the array on the screen. "These runes look very complex. To destroy it, we'll probably need more information."

“We have two choices.” Tian turned around, his expression grave. “The first is to directly destroy the rune array, but this could trigger a reverse eruption, causing unpredictable consequences. The second is to find the connection core and directly confront Jormungandr’s consciousness. But to do this, we must be very careful, as its consciousness is not only powerful, but has also begun to infiltrate our spiritual world.”

"Confront its consciousness?" Chu Zihang frowned. "That's no simple matter. You must understand, it has already left a deep mark on you. If we truly enter its mental domain, we may not be able to escape unscathed."

Tian was silent for a moment, then his gaze became even more determined: "We have no other choice. If we don't deal with it first, the Camarilla will completely spiral out of control, and the entire world will be swallowed up by this force. We must confront it head-on."

Caesar stretched and sneered, "Alright, it's a challenge anyway. Since there's no turning back, let's just have a good fight."