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

"Do you want power?" Lu Mingze's voice was deep and seductive, like a call from the abyss. "As long as you abandon that ridiculous 'kindness' and 'justice,' and let me control everything about you, I will help you gain endless power. You will become the master of this war and a true strongman."

Lu Mingfei shook his head violently, trying to calm himself down. "No, I can't... I can't let you control me."

“A laughable struggle.” Lu Mingze’s voice was full of sarcasm and impatience. “Do you think you can win this war with your little bit of courage? No, Lu Mingfei, this world is a world of the strong, and the weak are destined to be eliminated. You don’t need the constraints of morality, you only need strength.”

Cold sweat beaded on Lu Mingfei's forehead, and the inner struggle intensified. Lu Mingze's voice, like the whispers of a demon, echoed endlessly in his mind, as if trying to devour him completely.

“You know, Lu Mingfei.” Lu Mingze’s voice was deep and carried a cold charm. “If you allow me to take control just once, you can have all of this—victory, power, respect, and even an existence that surpasses the dragon race. Just give up those useless emotions and cowardice, and let me take control of everything.”

Lu Mingfei's heart pounded wildly, as if it would be crushed by Lu Mingze's voice at any moment. He clutched his head with both hands, his whole being caught in a deep struggle.

“You need me, Mingfei.” Lu Mingze’s voice grew increasingly urgent. “You know you can’t face this war alone. As long as you let me take control, we can win.”

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, trying to block out Lu Mingze's voice. Deep down, he knew that if he let Lu Mingze control him, he would lose everything he had ever cherished. He would become cold-blooded and ruthless, a complete monster.

"I can't." Lu Mingfei's voice was filled with struggle and pain as he clenched his teeth. "I can't give up on myself... I can't let you control me!"

Lu Mingze's voice fell silent for a moment, as if assessing Lu Mingfei's resolve. Then, he sneered, "Very well, Lu Mingfei, I can let you go for now. But remember, next time you're in dire straits, you'll need me. At that time, don't forget who has reserved true power for you deep within your heart."

As Lu Mingze's voice gradually faded away, Lu Mingfei finally felt a sense of relief.

His body was still trembling uncontrollably, his forehead covered in cold sweat, as if he had just survived a life-or-death struggle. Lu Mingze's existence was the deepest darkness within him, and this confrontation was far from over. He knew that Lu Mingze would return; that voice was always waiting for his most vulnerable moment.

Lu Mingfei sat helplessly on the bed and let out a long sigh. "Damn it... why am I always so weak?"

He looked at his trembling hands, his heart still filled with unease. Tomorrow's battle might decide everything, and he had to find his own strength, not rely on the voice in the darkness.

“I can no longer rely on others… nor can I rely on Lu Mingze.” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes. “I must find my own power, true power.”

The night outside remained deep, with dark clouds churning in the distance, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. Lu Mingfei understood that the storm within his heart was far more ferocious than that in the outside world.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He sat on the bed, quietly gazing at the night sky outside the window, the tension and unease in his heart gradually dissipating. Although he had just gone through an internal struggle, he knew very well that he couldn't let these emotions control him. Lu Mingze's allure was strong, but he knew that if he allowed that dark force to control him, the result would only be self-destruction.

“I know I’m a loser,” Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. “But even as a loser, I have my own principles.”

He was used to his role in battle, always standing in the most inconspicuous position, often being rescued by others. However, he also knew that it was precisely because he had never truly given up that he had come this far. He could not, and would not, sell himself for that so-called "power." He might be an ordinary person, but he had a steadfast heart. "I will not become someone like Lu Mingze." This was his unwavering belief.

“That’s right.” Lu Mingfei stood up, walked to the window, clenched his fist, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided. “I’m just an ordinary person, nothing special. But that’s who I am, Lu Mingfei.”

He gazed at the churning dark clouds in the night sky, recalling the battles fought alongside Tian, ​​Chu Zihang, and Caesar. Those people were, by all accounts, born warriors—powerful, courageous, seemingly invincible against any hardship. Yet, even so, they chose to fight alongside him, an ordinary man, trusting him and giving him the courage to confront the dragons.

"They haven't given up on me, and I can't give up on myself," Lu Mingfei told himself firmly.

Tomorrow's battle will be even more dangerous, but he knows he can no longer run away like before. He must stand up and face the unpredictable dangers with his comrades, and even if he can't be as strong as them, he must do his best to play his part.

"Lu Mingfei, you can do it." He comforted himself, his fists gradually loosening, and the turmoil in his heart finally calmed down. "I can't rely on Lu Mingze, nor can I rely on other people's protection. I have my own path to walk."

Lu Mingfei's mindset gradually hardened. He knew he wasn't a combat genius like Tian, ​​nor as calm and fearless as Chu Zihang, and far less confident and decisive than Caesar. But he had things he wanted to protect, and a simple life he longed for. He didn't need to be a hero; simply persevering in this war would be his greatest victory.

"Tomorrow, let's continue the fight, Lu Mingfei." He murmured to himself, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Even if I'm a loser, I'll fight with all my might."

He turned and walked to the bedside, lying down to rest. Although many questions and worries still lingered in his mind, he no longer felt lost. The night was as still as water. Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, preparing for tomorrow's battle. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would no longer be swayed by the darkness in his heart.

Meanwhile, the operational command center at Kassel College remained brightly lit.

The professors were busily preparing plans for their next operation, while Tian, ​​Chu Zihang, and Caesar were also gearing up for battle. Unbeknownst to them, the dragon race's power was quietly gathering strength, and an even greater storm was brewing.

In the distance, the remnants of the Hermes family were also stirring in the shadows.

Their leader stood before the ancient dragon ruins, his gaze cold and resolute. "The resurgence of the dragons is inevitable. Anyone who stands in our way will pay the price."

Meanwhile, at Kassel College, Lu Mingfei, Tian, ​​Chu Zihang, and Caesar are ready to face this final battle.

Last night, the night at Kassel College was quiet and oppressive. The college was silent, but in the face of the upcoming battle, no one could truly find peace.

Lu Mingfei had calmed down in his dormitory and strengthened his resolve. However, in another corner of the academy, the other three core members were also preparing for the next life-or-death battle in their respective spaces.

Chu Zihang stood in the center of the training ground, the knife in his hand gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent, as if he had grown accustomed to everything. Deep within him lay an extremely strong belief—no one understood the importance of responsibility better than Chu Zihang. The destiny his father bore, his own fate—all of this made him understand that escape was never an option for him.

"The resurgence of the dragon race is a destiny I must face," Chu Zihang murmured to himself, as the sword in his hand slowly unsheathed, emitting a faint clanging sound.

From childhood, he has always carried the responsibility of his family and is accustomed to calmly facing all challenges. He knows that he is different from others. Whether it is in terms of talent, strength, or inner calmness, he always puts himself at the forefront.

However, Chu Zihang still harbored a faint doubt in his heart.

Although he never wavered in his resolve, he always felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of fate. Fate had never given him a choice; his path was written from the very beginning—fight, sacrifice, until victory or death.

"I cannot lose, nor will I allow myself to lose." A resolute glint flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his fingers trembling slightly. "For my family, for the academy, for the future of humanity."

He didn't experience much emotional fluctuation, nor did he allow himself to. But in this impending war, Chu Zihang knew that this was not just a simple battle, but a true confrontation that would determine their fate. He had to maintain his composure and lead his team to victory.