Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

Lu Mingfei is dead.

Lu Mingfei, who always harbored some ulterior motives and liked to walk close to the wall, died on an ordinary afternoon.

That day, his aunt asked him to go to the street corner to buy soy sauce. He clutched five yuan and kicked around some pebbles. As he turned the corner of the alley, his steps suddenly faltered—Chen Wenwen was leaning on Zhao Menghua's shoulder with a smile. Zhao Menghua bent down to brush the stray hairs from her forehead. Sunlight filtered through the sycamore leaves, casting a warm glow on the two of them.

The plastic bag in Lu Mingfei's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," the soy sauce bottle rolled far away, glass shattered everywhere, and the dark liquid spilled over the tips of his shoes, but he seemed not to see it.

My mind felt like it was stuffed with a wad of waterlogged cotton, buzzing. The names I wrote and crossed on the draft paper late at night, the deliberate waiting for the supposed chance encounters, the glances I secretly cast at her from the exercise line during breaks—all shattered into nothingness at that moment.

He didn't know how he picked up the plastic bag or how he made his way back to his aunt's house. When he opened the door, his aunt asked him why he had been gone for so long. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The next day, Lu Mingfei fell ill with a high fever and asked for leave.

On the third day, Lu Mingfei fell ill with a persistent high fever and asked for leave.

On the fourth day, Lu Mingfei fell ill with a persistent high fever and took leave from work.

On the fifth day, Lu Mingfei recovered and his high fever subsided, but he still asked for leave.

On the sixth day, Lu Mingfei fell into a long and fragmented dream.

In his dream, it was the graduation ceremony of Shilan Middle School. The spotlight of the literary society was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. Zhao Menghua stood on the stage with flowers in his hands, looking tenderly at Chen Wenwen in the audience. As for Lu Mingfei, he was like a puppet on strings, pushed to the front of the stage, wearing a cheap suit to play the "I" in "I Love You". The laughter from the audience was like needles piercing his ears. He became the most ridiculous footnote to the entire confession.

Just as he was at a loss, a fiery red figure burst through the movie theater doors. A red-haired girl named Nono, wearing sunglasses and sucking on a lollipop, pulled him off the stage, smiling and saying, "Come with me." In that instant, all the embarrassment and awkwardness were dispelled by her radiance; Nono became the only light in his gloomy world.

Then the scene shifts, and he is standing in the square of a mysterious academy, next to Chu Zihang, who is known as a legend in the entire Shilan Middle School. Chu Zihang throws him a black knife, indicating that they will be fellow students from now on. Not far away, a handsome blond guy holds up a glass of champagne, raises an eyebrow at him, and indicates that he will protect him from now on. For the first time, he feels that he can become someone's support.

But the dream quickly turned cold. He killed Old Tang, who had played countless StarCraft games with him. When Old Tang died, there was fury in his eyes for having something important taken away, and a grief that was almost desperate, but no hatred for him.

Later, together with Chu Zihang, he personally ended the life of that innocent junior who always sweetly called him "senior brother." Blood splattered on her white dress, like a flower of despair blooming.

Later, in Tokyo, he met another red-haired girl named Erii. Her eyes were as clear as a spring. She called him "Sakura" and treasured every word he wrote, saying, "Sakura is the best!" But when she died, he was dead drunk in the wine cellar...

On the sixth day, Lu Mingfei woke up. Without asking for leave, he was sent to school by his aunt.

As he walked into the classroom, no one noticed him. He already felt like an outsider, and now he felt even more like he had been completely forgotten by the world.

He lay slumped over his desk, not moving an inch all day, not even having the strength to steal a glance at Chen Wenwen's profile, something he usually loved to do. His deskmate nudged his arm, but he didn't react, like a soulless shell.

As the days went by, Lu Mingfei became more and more silent. He no longer mingled with the crowd to listen to their laughter, no longer secretly wrote those notes he didn't have the courage to send out, and even stopped looking up at the sky outside the window.

He was trapped in the same recurring dream every day, the images in the dream so clear they seemed etched into his bones, the predetermined future like an impenetrable net that tightly bound him.

He struggled desperately in his dream, but couldn't break free even through the smallest gap. He could only watch helplessly as he slid down the predetermined path into the abyss. The feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide, leaving him drenched in cold sweat when he woke up.

But what good would waking up do? He didn't even have the courage to change anything.

The slaps and insults from his aunt during his junior high school years still echoed in his ears. The way she pressed his head down to apologize felt like a nail, breaking his spine.

From then on, he got used to bowing his head, to accepting whatever came his way, and to swallowing all his grievances. He knew he was a loser, destined to never become a hero or stir up any trouble.

He could only cower in a corner of the world, letting the torrent of fate push him along, not even daring to have the thought of resistance.

He was like a plant that had been drained of its nutrients, withering away day by day, his eyes gradually becoming dull, and occasionally he would even laugh foolishly at the air.

Until one day, he suddenly looked up, a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he had finally figured something out.

He grinned, revealing a silly smile; his voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry throughout the entire world.

"Hehe, I'm not going to live like this anymore. Whoever wants to live can live it, I'm not putting up with this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last glimmer of light in his eyes went out completely, like a candle flame swept away by a gust of wind.

"Brother... Brother..."

Just before my consciousness sank into darkness, I suddenly heard a faint call in my ear—it was a boy's voice, choked with sobs, urgent as if he wanted to tear the air apart, as if he was despairing over the loss of some treasure.

Immediately afterwards, a roar tore through the heavens and earth. The sound was unlike anything of this world; it seemed to surge forth from a crater in the primordial chaos, carrying the scorching heat of lava and the ancient, savage aura, as if a terrifying being that had slumbered for billions of years was breaking free of its shackles, about to drag the entire world into the abyss.

Just then, the boy who had once called him "brother" in his clear voice also let out a deafening roar. There was no fear in that voice, only a burning rage and determination.

Lu Mingfei wanted to shout, to stop them, but no sound came out of his throat. His consciousness, like an island swallowed by the tide, sank slowly into darkness.

In the last second before he completely lost consciousness, he used his last bit of strength to make a wish in his heart—

I'm sorry, everyone, I'm already covered in wounds. I hope a stronger "me" can save you...

Thus, Lu Mingfei died of depression. (Full text...)

"boom!"

A thunderclap exploded overhead, and the clouds churned like ink. A meteor, trailing a long, bright tail, plummeted toward the earth at a speed that defied the laws of time. Its brilliance was so dazzling that even the sun's radiance was overshadowed, becoming merely a backdrop in its glow.

No one could see its trajectory clearly; with a soft "hum," the dazzling light entered Lu Mingfei's body.

The next second, Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were no longer dim as before, but instead blazed with two raging flames, flames that seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying the heat and power to burn everything.

"Hahaha, Dragon Raja world, your Kami is back!"

Without a moment's mourning for Lu Mingfei's death, the one who rushed to the battlefield instantly was—

New student Lu Mingfei, come on!