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

He stood by the window, gripping the Dragon Cutter tightly, and closed his eyes. Xia Mi's smile appeared in his mind, that bright yet slightly cunning expression, which stirred an indescribable pain in his heart.

“I owe you an answer,” he said in a low, firm voice. “No matter the cost, I will bring you back.”

He turned and sat down at the table, unfolding an old map marked with ancient dragon ruins and traces of Camarilla activity around the world. His gaze fell on a remote area, a ruin known as the "Dragon's Rest," said to conceal ancient dragon secrets.

"The secret to resurrection lies there." Chu Zihang's gaze was sharp as a knife. He rolled up the map, put it into his backpack, and then got up and left.

The moment the door closed, the bronze wind chime emitted a soft sound, as if in response to his resolve.

The day Caesar left Kassel College, the sky was overcast, with thick clouds hanging low, as if foreshadowing the uncertainty of the future. He stood at the college gate, turned to look at Lu Mingfei and Tian, ​​and showed his usual relaxed smile: "Alright, don't miss me too much. I'm going home to gather some resources, and I can probably bring back some good stuff next time."

Tian crossed his arms and said calmly as always, "Are you sure you're going home to gather resources, not to cause trouble?"

Caesar shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Making trouble is part of the family business. Besides, I, Caesar Gattuso, am a born trouble-breaker."

"Good luck." Lu Mingfei forced a smile, but his eyes held a hint of envy and reluctance. "Caesar, remember to bring back some good food when you have the chance. I'm almost driven crazy by the academy's cafeteria lately."

Caesar laughed heartily, turned, and walked towards the waiting limousine. His figure gradually disappeared outside the academy gates, but his carefree demeanor was deeply etched in everyone's memory.

Tian stood alone in the academy's archives, several thick ancient books and files on the Secret Society's operations spread out on the table. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his brow furrowed, his eyes filled with calm and profound contemplation.

“The Camarilla’s actions don’t seem to be just about resurrecting the Dragon King.” He muttered to himself, flipping through a Camarilla rune research report, which was marked with many complex symbols and incomplete patterns. “Their goal may be some deeper power… something that can completely overturn the balance of power between dragons and humans.”

He closed the file, unfolded a map, and his gaze fell on a hidden area: "This place—the Black Forest Secret Realm—is where the Camarilla has been active many times, and it is also an important base for rune research. Perhaps there, I can find the real answer."

Tian stood up, put away the map and documents, placed the rune gun in his backpack, and walked towards the document room. His steps were firm, and his gaze was icy.

Lu Mingfei stayed at the academy and began what he considered an incredibly tedious "training life." His daily lessons ranged from rune literature to practical exercises and research into dragon history, leaving him utterly exhausted.

"If I had known it would be this tiring, I would have preferred to go on an adventure with Chu Zihang," Lu Mingfei complained, panting as he lay on the training ground floor.

"Shut up if you don't want to work hard." The training officer glanced at him coldly. "You are a special combat force of the academy, and your potential is greater than you think. Endure some hardship now so that you can live longer in the future."

"Potential is a complete lie..." Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, but he gritted his teeth and got up to continue training. He knew he couldn't back down, because everyone around him was giving it their all, and he didn't want to hold them back.

Chu Zihang's journey was filled with loneliness and danger. His destination was the "Land of Dragon's Rest," a long-abandoned sacred site of the dragon race. Legend has it that forbidden techniques for resurrecting dragons were hidden there, but for many years no one dared to approach, because the land was shrouded in the curse of the dragons.

When he arrived at the Dragon's Rest, he was met with a desolate, gray wasteland. Dead trees, like twisted monsters, were scattered across the cracked earth, and a putrid stench filled the air.

Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly and slowly walked towards the center of the wilderness. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and his steps were steady, but each step felt like walking on thin ice.

“Xia Mi…” he murmured softly, his voice revealing a hint of weariness and determination, “No matter how difficult this path is, I will not give up.”

He ventured deeper into the cursed land, discovering ancient runes and the remains of dragons scattered across the ground. The pervasive aura of curse made his movements increasingly heavy, but he never stopped. He knew that the secret hidden here might be the only hope for resurrecting Xia Mi.

After their separation, the four individuals' fates took different paths. Caesar returned to his family, scheming for new resources amidst the vortex of power; Tian ventured alone into the Black Forest to uncover the true intentions of the Camarilla; Lu Mingfei quietly grew stronger at the academy; and Chu Zihang, alone, embarked on a journey to find hope deep within the Dragon's Rest Land.

However, unbeknownst to them, these scattered clues were quietly converging. An invisible shadow loomed over everyone, waiting to eventually pull them back onto the same battlefield.

The Abyss of the Dragon's Rest

Chu Zihang traveled alone deep into the Dragon's Rest Land. The gloomy sky, like a giant curtain, blocked out the sunlight. Scattered across the desolate land were the remains of dragons, some long since turned to dust, others still emanating a faint dragon aura. These remains seemed to silently tell of endless despair.

The blade of the Dragon Cutter trembled slightly, its bluish-green light standing out starkly in the surrounding darkness. This light seemed to be responding to something, carrying a subtle sense of guidance. Chu Zihang gripped the hilt tightly, his gaze deep, his steps unwavering for a moment.

"Xia Mi... will this be your final resting place?" he murmured, recalling her last smile. The complex and indescribable emotions he felt strengthened his resolve.

Ahead, the terrain gradually descended, revealing a vast rift. A dense aura of dragons emanated from the rift, an ancient and majestic presence that instilled a sense of oppression. Chu Zihang stood at the edge of the rift, gazing down at the abyss shrouded in red light, as if beckoning him.

He leaped down, the wind whistling past his ears. The red light within the rift grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into a dazzling brilliance. As he landed, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, as if he were stepping on the back of a sleeping behemoth.

The surrounding scenery became even more bizarre, with dragon runes covering the walls, each radiating ancient power. Chu Zihang stepped forward and touched one of the runes; instantly, a chill spread from his arm throughout his body.

"Intruder..." A deep, cold voice echoed through the rift, reverberating in the empty space as if coming from all directions, "Why have you set foot in this forbidden area?"

Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily: "I have come to seek the way to resurrection. If this land holds the answer, I am willing to pay any price."

From the darkness, a blurry figure gradually emerged—a colossal dragon with a lingering will. Its body was shrouded in a hazy red light, its eyes gleaming with a cold light as it stared at Chu Zihang. The voice rang out again: "The method of resurrection? Do you know what you're asking for? Whom do you want to resurrect?"

Chu Zihang's gaze did not waver, his voice low and firm: "She is Xia Mi, my companion. Her sacrifice saved us, but I cannot accept this ending. I must bring her back."

"Foolish mortals." The dragon sneered, its voice filled with utter contempt. "The art of resurrection is forbidden among dragons. It requires not only immense power but also an unimaginable price. What are you willing to exchange for it? Your power, or your life?"

Chu Zihang answered without hesitation: "If it has to be this way, I am willing to give everything."

The dragon was silent for a moment, seemingly sizing him up, before letting out a deep roar. The entire rift began to tremble violently, and the runes shone brightly: "Very well, then let me see if you are worthy of bearing this price!"

As the roar subsided, the ground suddenly cracked open, and a powerful force surged from the abyss, transforming into countless dragon shadows that rushed towards Chu Zihang. These dragon shadows shrieked, their auras sharp as knives, each strike capable of tearing apart a mortal's body.

Chu Zihang did not back down. He gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, and the blade swept out horizontally. The emerald green light was like a sharp blade, severing all the oncoming dragon shadows. Each strike was full of precision and sharpness, but the dragon shadows continued to surge out of the abyss as if there was no end.