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

It's not real...

Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up at Chen Wenwen. Her smile was still warm, but under his gaze, a strange unease flickered within it. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "You are not Chen Wenwen."

Her smile faltered slightly, then returned to normal: "Mingfei, what nonsense are you talking about? Of course it's me. Let's hurry up and go, don't keep everyone waiting too long."

"Impossible." Lu Mingfei forcefully shook off her hand, took a step back, and stared at her with unwavering determination. "Chen Wenwen would never do this to me. She's always been someone I'm afraid to get close to. I know this is just a test; you can't fool me!"

Chen Wenwen's figure stiffened for a moment, then her gentle smile slowly vanished. Her eyes turned cold, and her voice became low and hollow: "Can you really give all of this up? Isn't this the life you want most? A warm home, a future without struggle. Are you really willing to leave?"

Lu Mingfei's palms were sweaty, but he gripped the dagger tightly and gritted his teeth, saying, "Even so, I will not be trapped here! Keeping this illusion around will only turn me into a coward!"

As soon as the words left her lips, "Chen Wenwen's" figure began to disintegrate, turning into scattered starlight. The surrounding street scene also crumbled, replaced by an empty training ground. Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground, his face pale, the knife in his hand soaked with cold sweat.

He murmured to himself, "I almost... I really almost believed it."

Standing up, Lu Mingfei turned back, panting, to look at the now restored training ground. His gaze hardened as he gripped his short sword and took a step forward. He knew the trials to come would only be more difficult, but at least he hadn't given up on this one.

Tian stood amidst endless bookshelves, the air thick with the scent of paper and ink. The floor beneath his feet was made of smooth obsidian, reflecting the shimmering light of the bookshelves and runes, as if enveloping him in an endless labyrinth of knowledge.

Each book here emitted a faint blue light, its pages covered with intricate runes and lines, seemingly containing profound knowledge about dragons, the power of words, and alchemy. Tian looked down at a book with automatically turning pages; the words flowed like water, yet appeared clearly before his eyes, each character seemingly speaking of boundless wisdom.

"This is..." he murmured softly, reaching out to touch the bookshelf. His fingertips brushed against the cover of a book, which suddenly opened, revealing a scene reminiscent of a memory.

In the scene, an elderly man with piercing eyes sits at an experimental table, holding a rune pen and sketching intricate symbols on paper. He looks up, revealing a familiar face—it is Tian's mentor, the scholar who taught him runic literature at Kassel College.

"Heavens." The old man smiled at him, his voice gentle and familiar, "You've finally come."

Tian's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the familiar face with a complex expression. He remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You... couldn't be here."

The mentor smiled slightly and pointed to the bookshelf: "This is the temple of knowledge, the destination of all your pursuits. You once said that you were willing to give everything for the truth. I remember you standing here then, your eyes filled with light."

Tian lowered his eyes, as if unwilling to meet that gaze. He said softly, "That was a long time ago. Now I pursue the truth to protect more things, not to become obsessed with it."

"Protect?" The mentor put down his rune pen, stood up, and walked to him, his voice tinged with a sigh. "Protect whom? Hybrids? Humans? Or yourself? Heavens, you are a genius, destined for a higher realm. Those conflicts, battles, and emotions will only hold you back and prevent you from reaching the peak."

"Enough." Tian raised his head, his gaze calm and sharp. "You are merely an illusion of the trial; you have no idea about my current choice."

The mentor paused for a moment, then sighed: "You think I don't understand? Every book records your journey, your beliefs and your wavering. The trial is not meant to break you, but to make you confront your own heart."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bookshelf suddenly lit up with light, and countless runes flew out from the books, converging in the air to form a complex pattern, creating a huge rune gate.

The mentor pointed to the door, his gaze profound: "This door leads to the core of all knowledge. Once you push it open, you will master everything in the world. You will become a true sage, no longer needing to rely on the bonds of your companions, nor needing to bear any risk of failure. Go, God, this is what you have always longed for."

Tian stared at the door, his heart churning with emotion. The light behind it was warm and inviting, every ripple seeming to whisper a call to him. Reason told him this was an opportunity, but reason also reminded him that it was merely an illusion, a trial.

"All knowledge in the world..." he murmured softly, his eyes gleaming.

The mentor smiled and nodded, his voice as gentle as an enticement: "Yes, God. No one can refuse this gift. Once you push it away, you will no longer be lost, nor will you need to make any more sacrifices."

Tian slowly raised his hand, almost touching the surface of the door, but he stopped.

“You’re wrong,” he said in a low voice, his tone resolute. “The value of knowledge lies in its use, not its possession. To become wise is not to control everything, but to find the power to protect everything. If you lose your goal, knowledge itself becomes meaningless.”

The mentor's gaze shifted slightly, and the smile on his face vanished: "Heavens, are you really willing to give up? You know perfectly well that if you leave here, you may never reach the true peak."

Tian slowly shook his head, his eyes calm and firm: "My peak is finding the answer with my companions, not becoming a useless existence alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, the runic door collapsed, and the bookshelf and the mentor's figure vanished into nothingness. The entire space returned to darkness, leaving only Tian standing there, gripping the runic gun tightly in his hand.

The surrounding trial grounds reappeared, and he murmured to himself, "The trials of romance are merely traps of desire. I will not be trapped in past longings."

Tian turned his gaze into the distance and strode resolutely toward the next direction. He knew that this path was full of temptations and trials, but his will would never be easily broken.

Caesar's vision unfolded in an exceptionally grand manner. He stood in an extremely luxurious palace, his feet resting on floor tiles inlaid with gold and rubies, and above him hung a huge crystal chandelier, its soft light casting a dreamlike glow over the entire palace. The surrounding walls were adorned with priceless paintings symbolizing power and wealth. Servants moved among the marble columns, carrying silver platters and tableware laden with delicacies, bowing slightly with obsequious deference.

Caesar, dressed in a sharp suit, held a glass of red wine. He stood on a high platform, overlooking the banquet hall below. The hall was bustling with people, guests raising their glasses, their faces bearing respectful smiles. All their eyes were fixed on Caesar, like pilgrims gazing upon a deity.

"Young Master Caesar, you are the pride of the academy and the future of the family!" A voice came from below the stage. It was a guest who looked like a noblewoman, with a fawning smile on her face.

“Young Master Caesar, your talent makes us feel incredibly honored!” Another man in military uniform raised his glass, his voice strong and clear.

Caesar slightly raised his hand, and the entire banquet hall fell silent instantly. All eyes were filled with reverence and anticipation as they awaited his speech. He smiled faintly, raised his glass, and said elegantly, "Thank you all for your kind invitation, but we all know that this is merely an extension of our responsibilities. The honor of our families and the responsibility of our academy lie in protecting our world and safeguarding our future."

A roar of applause erupted from the audience, each face radiating genuine admiration and conviction. Their gazes gave Caesar a familiar sense of satisfaction. Power and prestige were his innate gifts, and the goals he had always strived for.

But amidst the cheers, a sudden voice shattered the harmony: "Young Master Caesar, do you truly understand the meaning of all this?"

Caesar's gaze sharpened slightly. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure slowly emerging from the crowd. The person wore a deep red cloak, their face hidden in shadow, and their tone carried a hint of mockery.

"All of this seems perfect, but it's nothing more than an empty shell built with wealth and power. What do you really want?" the man asked slowly, his voice echoing throughout the banquet hall.

Caesar didn't answer immediately, but gently swirled the wine in his glass, causing delicate ripples to spread across the surface. He smiled, looking up at the other man: "What are you trying to say? Isn't my goal clear enough?"