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

"Mission accomplished, retreat!" Tian decisively ordered, and the rune gun quickly switched to defensive mode to clear a path for the team.

Panting heavily, Lu Mingfei caught up with the group. He glanced back at the collapsing icicles and a weary smile appeared on his lips: "This time... at least I didn't hold them back, right?"

Caesar patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Not bad, kid, you're finally acting like a man."

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but he glanced at Lu Mingfei, nodded slightly, and a rare hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

The red light of the Crown of the Abyss gradually faded, and the retreating figures of the Camarilla were swallowed up in the collapsing fissures. Although the victory was only temporary, Lu Mingfei's performance had already left his mark on this battle.

The biting winds of the Crown of the Abyss gradually subsided, and the collapsed cracks were covered by snow. Only scattered fragments of runes emitted a faint afterglow, testifying to the fierce battle that had taken place here. Lu Mingfei followed at the back of the group, exhausted but unable to hide his excitement. This was the first time he felt he had truly participated in a battle, rather than simply being protected.

"You'll have to get a good night's sleep when you get back," Lu Mingfei said casually, rubbing his sore shoulders, but his tone betrayed an undisguised pride.

“You’re overthinking it.” Tian walked ahead, his tone as cold as ever. “The academy won’t give you a chance to breathe. The battle is just beginning, and the Camarilla could come back at any time.”

"That's great news." Lu Mingfei grimaced helplessly, but still caught up with the group.

Caesar suddenly stopped, turned around, leaned against the ice wall, and stared at Lu Mingfei with a playful smile: "But this time, Mingfei, you did a good job and saved the day quite a few times. Next time, you might not be the last one."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback, then smiled bitterly: "Stop giving me pep talks. You all act like you have some kind of cheat code. I'm just an ordinary person. I'm lucky to be alive."

"An ordinary person?" Caesar raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "Mingfei, do you think that burst of power just now was something an ordinary person could do?"

Lu Mingfei's smile froze. He looked up at Caesar, only to find a meaningful inquiry in the other's gaze. That feeling made him uneasy, and the questions he had suppressed resurfaced.

"Alright." Chu Zihang interrupted their conversation. He stood at the front of the group, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings warily. "Although the battle here is over, the threat from the Camarilla is far from over. Everyone will need to conduct a battle debriefing after we return to the academy."

Lu Mingfei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly lowered his head and followed Chu Zihang's steps, not wanting Caesar to continue discussing this topic.

Inside the hangar at Kassel College, the helicopter slowly landed, and four people filed out. The college staff, who had been waiting for some time, quickly took possession of the rune fragments they had brought back and sent the combat data to the research department.

Angers stood on one side of the hangar, watching the approaching squad. His gaze lingered on each person for a moment before finally settling on Chu Zihang: "The mission was completed well. The Secret Society's formation has been destroyed, temporarily slowing down their progress. But this is only a temporary victory."

Chu Zihang nodded and said calmly, "The leaders of the Camarilla have escaped, and they will likely adjust their strategy. The collapse of the Crown of the Abyss is just a turning point; their plans are still progressing."

Angers nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Lu Mingfei, his tone carrying a hint of scrutiny: "Mingfei, you performed better than expected this time. You not only completed your mission, but also saved your teammates. That's progress."

"Uh... thank you, Principal." Lu Mingfei scratched his head, a little embarrassed, but a sense of pride welled up inside him.

“Don’t be complacent.” Angers’ tone suddenly turned cold. “The Camarilla are not easy opponents. Every move they make tests the Academy’s limits, and your potential is one of their targets.”

Lu Mingfei's smile froze instantly. His eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly: "My potential? Principal, are you kidding me?"

Angers didn't explain, but simply patted him on the shoulder: "Go back and rest. The next task will be even more difficult. You need to be prepared."

The academy was shrouded in silence at night. Lu Mingfei lay on his bed in the dormitory, tossing and turning, the battle scene at the Crown of the Abyss replaying in his mind. He thought of the power he had unleashed in the face of death, and Caesar's words, "Do you think an ordinary person could do that?" The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

"Am I really just an ordinary person?" he muttered to himself, staring at the ceiling, his mind filled with doubt.

Suddenly, he heard a faint rustling of wind outside the window. He sat up abruptly and looked out the window, only to find a familiar figure standing in the moonlight.

It is the sky.

"Why aren't you asleep so late?" Lu Mingfei opened the window and complained softly.

Tian raised his head, his gaze calm: "Do you really have no idea where your power comes from?"

Lu Mingfei froze, his palms sweating. He tried to explain, but found himself unable to utter a word. He simply stood there, gazing at the sky, countless questions and anxieties flashing through his mind.

"You need to understand this." Tian turned and left, his tone carrying a hint of warning, "In the upcoming battle, everyone's secrets will be forced out. Are you ready?"

Lu Mingfei stood by the window, watching Tian's figure gradually disappear into the darkness of the academy, his heart churning with more and more questions and fears. He closed the window, returned to his bed, sat down, covered his face with his hands, and tried to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

"My power...where does it come from?" he murmured to himself, recalling the sudden burst of power during the battle at the Crown of the Abyss, that feeling that didn't belong to him, as if a strange yet familiar force was driving his body.

Without realizing it, his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the short knife under his pillow. The blue runes flickered slightly, seemingly responding to his doubts, yet also acting like a mirror, amplifying the unease in his heart many times over.

“Mingfei.” A familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind, gentle and deep.

Lu Mingfei froze, jerking his head up to look around, but saw nothing. A bead of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled slightly: "Who is it? Who is speaking?"

The voice continued, carrying an irresistible, gentle power: "Don't be afraid. You've heard my voice many times before, but you're only truly realizing it now."

Lu Mingfei's breathing quickened, and the light on his short knife shone even brighter. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Who are you? What do you want?"

“I am… your partner, and your salvation.” The voice chuckled softly, then turned serious. “The Camarilla’s plan is not over yet, and your power is a key part of their plan. If you cannot control it, one day it will devour you.”

Lu Mingfei froze, the dagger slipping from his hand and falling to the ground. His voice became hoarse: "The crucial part? Devour me? I have no idea what you're talking about!"

The voice didn't respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment before saying, "You will understand, but not now. Remember, no matter what happens, don't give up on your choices. Even if the whole world betrays you, believe that you still have a reason to fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the dagger gradually faded, and silence returned to the surroundings.

Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground, his heart pounding. He knew that what he had just witnessed wasn't a hallucination. He picked up the dagger, gazing at its smooth blade, a lingering gloom settling over him.

The next morning, Lu Mingfei arrived early at the center of the academy's training ground. He wielded his short sword, his movements slightly clumsy, but with a greater focus than ever before. He knew that the voice from last night might not have lied. He had to become stronger, not for others, but to protect himself.

"I didn't expect you to come to training on your own initiative." Caesar's voice came from the edge of the field. He leaned lazily against the railing, toying with a wooden training sword in his hand.

Lu Mingfei wiped his sweat and said irritably, "No matter how unwilling you are, it's better than dying on the battlefield."

Caesar walked up to him, a smile playing on his lips. "Looks like you're finally getting serious. Want me to teach you a few tricks so you can live longer next time?"

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes: "Come on, I didn't expect you to teach me anything good."