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

After the meeting, Lu Mingfei walked along the academy's corridor, his hands in his pockets, his steps dragging. The scene in the ruins was still vivid in his mind, and the oppressive feeling had not yet dissipated.

"At least this time I didn't completely hold them back." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but felt no relief. Instead, a persistent sense of crisis throbbed in his chest.

"Mingfei." Chu Zihang's voice came from behind.

Lu Mingfei stopped and turned around to look at Chu Zihang's cold face. He scratched his head, trying to hide his unease: "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Chu Zihang looked directly at him, his gaze calm and resolute: "The threat posed by the Secret Society is far more serious than we imagine. This operation is just the beginning; what follows will be even more difficult. And you must become stronger."

“Stronger?” Lu Mingfei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, “At my level, I’m at most a scout, right? The real combat power still depends on you guys.”

“Mingfei,” Chu Zihang’s tone softened slightly, “Everyone has their own role. But in a real battle, no one is superfluous. If you don’t want to be a burden to others, strive to improve yourself.”

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I will try to become stronger... although I don't know if I can do it."

Chu Zihang didn't say anything more, just patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

In a secret room in the intelligence department, Tian watched as analytical data flickered across the screen in front of him. His gaze was fixed on a complex set of runes, his brow furrowed slightly.

"This set of runes... doesn't seem like the design for a single ruin." He muttered to himself, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard, projecting the data onto the screen. Soon, a world map appeared, with several red dots marking different locations.

“The Secret Society’s plans are accelerating.” Tian’s eyes grew even colder. “We don’t have much time left.”

Deep within the Gattuso family estate, Caesar stood in the rune research room, engaged in a heated discussion with several of the family's rune experts.

“Young Master, a weapon of this strength requires a lot of resources and cannot be completed in a short time,” an expert said helplessly.

Caesar sneered, his tone dripping with authority: "Then let's work overtime, at all costs. The Camarilla has already begun its operation; we can't delay any longer."

The experts exchanged glances and finally bowed their heads in resignation, accepting the order.

The Kassel College was silent in the dead of night, but in the deepest part of the college, in a huge underground space, a Camarilla agent dressed in a black robe stood in front of a communication device, reporting something in a low voice.

"The formation in Valhalla has failed, but the awakening of the Dragon King's will has begun. The people of the academy are unaware that our main node has been transferred, and the next step will proceed as planned."

A deep voice came from the other end of the communication: "Very good. Make sure the academy is tied down. We don't have much time left."

Late at night, the silence of Kassel College was broken by a clandestine communication light. In an abandoned tower on the outskirts of the college, a black-robed undercover agent was whispering to the Camarilla: "The college has been bogged down by the Valhalla incident, and their attention is temporarily focused on the Nordic region. Preparations for the next phase have begun; the main node of the Dragon King's Will will be transferred to the 'Crown of the Abyss'."

A deep, authoritative voice came from the other end of the communication: "Very good. The Crown of the Abyss is the core of the plan; there is no room for failure. Secure the defenses and ritual arrangements there at all costs. If necessary, guide the Academy's hounds there."

"Understood." The undercover agent in black robes bowed slightly and turned off his communication device. He glanced up at the night sky outside the window, a cold smile appearing on his lips, before quickly disappearing into the shadows of the tower.

On the other side of the academy, Lu Mingfei's dormitory was still brightly lit. A short sword was carelessly tossed on the table, while he stared blankly at the rune notebook in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"This rune manipulation is a real pain," he muttered. "Chu Zihang can cleave dragons with his sword, but I've been practicing for so long and I can't even light up my short sword."

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock.

"Come in," Lu Mingfei called out lazily, continuing to stare blankly at the notebook in his hand.

Tian pushed open the door and entered, holding a document in his hand. He walked up to Lu Mingfei and placed the document on the table: "No matter how badly the training fails, it's better than doing nothing. After reading this report, we'll start a new round of training first thing tomorrow morning."

Lu Mingfei reluctantly opened the document, and what came into view was a set of new rune design drawings and mission briefings.

"'Crown of the Abyss'?" Lu Mingfei looked up, his face full of doubt. "What is this place?"

“The Camarilla’s next likely point of action,” Tian said coldly, arms crossed. “This ruin is more dangerous than Valhalla, but its role is even more important. If the Camarilla successfully activates the nodes here, the Dragon King’s will may directly manifest in some controllable form.”

"That sounds like a disaster." Lu Mingfei frowned. "So, who is the academy planning to send this time?"

Tian didn't answer directly, but just stared at him coldly.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself and exclaimed, "No way? It's me again? I don't want to be that stepping stone again!"

“You are not a stepping stone.” Tian’s tone revealed a hint of impatience. “Your existence is a variable, and the academy is betting that this variable will play a crucial role at a critical moment.”

“Variables… that means unreliable, right?” Lu Mingfei smiled wryly, then looked down at the document and sighed, “Fine, I’ll give it a try. Anyway, I don’t have any other options.”

On the other side, Chu Zihang stood alone in the center of the training ground, his Dragon Cutter blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight. His movements remained precise and sharp, each strike accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, as if shattering the tranquility of the night.

"Still working so hard." Xia Mi's voice echoed in his mind, a hint of teasing in her tone. "Can't you relax a little?"

Chu Zihang stopped what he was doing and said in a low voice, "The Secret Society's actions are getting faster and faster, and the academy's defenses could collapse at any moment. There is no time to relax."

“What about Lu Mingfei?” Xia Mi continued, “Do you really believe he can play a role in such a crucial mission?”

Chu Zihang was silent for a moment, then said with a firm gaze, "He has his value, it just hasn't been fully realized yet. I will watch him grow and do my best to ensure his safety."

"As expected, it's still that Chu Zihang." Xia Mi chuckled softly, the voice gradually fading from his mind.

Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He knew that the Camarilla's plan would not stop there, and the Crown of the Abyss would be the center of the next storm.

A few days later, the academy's action team regrouped. Chu Zihang, Tian, ​​Caesar, and Lu Mingfei stood on the academy's helicopter platform, the distant night sky as dark as ink, deep and ominous.

"Destination: Crown of the Abyss." Tian's voice was as calm as ever, but there was a hint of tension in his tone. "This is a high-risk mission. The objective is to disrupt the Camarilla's node ritual and completely sever the possibility of the Dragon King's will manifesting."

Caesar shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "Sounds like another adventure. Hopefully, we'll bring home even bigger loot this time."

Lu Mingfei looked up at the helicopter's rotor and sighed, "I hope I can come back alive this time."

Chu Zihang remained silent, gazing quietly into the distance. His hand rested gently on the hilt of the Dragon Cutter, his eyes filled with calm and resolute determination.

"Take off." With a command from Tian, ​​the helicopter's rotors began to spin, carrying them toward the next unknown battle.

In the distant Crown of the Abyss, the Camarilla's array has begun to activate, its crimson light like a flame that devours everything. Hidden in the chilling winds are the low murmurs of dragons, an ancient summons foreshadowing an even greater crisis to come.

The helicopter landed on the outskirts of the Crown of the Abyss, the roar of the rotors mingling with the surrounding frigid wind, as if heralding the start of the battle. Chu Zihang was the first to jump out of the helicopter. His gaze swept around, the ice walls around him like blades piercing the sky, the cold wind carrying the aura of the dragons, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Tian followed closely behind, gently adjusting the rune gun, its muzzle flashing a faint blue light. He said in a low voice, "The energy fluctuations here are stronger than in Valhalla. The Camarilla have clearly invested their main resources into this node."

Caesar was the last to jump from the plane, dusted himself off, and said lazily, "Such a grand spectacle, it seems the Camarilla have spared no expense. But this isn't the first time we've dealt with something like this."