Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

"You are upgrading your base to level three." A line of text suddenly popped up in the chat box, accurately hitting Lu Mingfei's weakness.

"GG." Lu Mingfei quickly typed the word "GG" to concede defeat, and almost immediately followed up with, "Again."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, a hint of surprise rising in his heart. When he first saw the challenge request, he thought it was some ignorant newbie coming to feed kills, but he realized something was wrong as soon as the game started—the opponent's operational rhythm was in no way inferior to his, and even better in terms of handling details.

Lu Mingfei quickly put away his nonchalant attitude and put in more effort, but in the end he was still one move behind and narrowly lost.

However, instead of being discouraged, he felt a long-lost sense of excitement. In this game, he hadn't encountered an opponent who could force him to take things seriously for a long time, and he couldn't wait to have another match with them.

The other party replied with a grinning emoji and accepted his invitation to a rematch.

Upon entering the game loading screen again, Lu Mingfei spun his mouse around, a confident smile playing on his lips. Last time, he underestimated his opponent, only using ten percent of his strength before being overpowered. This time, he decided to be serious—thirty percent of his strength would be enough to deal with a network expert, guaranteeing a complete annihilation, leaving not even a trace of their base.

At the start of the game, Lu Mingfei abandoned his previous nonchalant attitude and began to fly his fingers across the keyboard, precisely allocating resources between the mines and barracks.

But just three minutes later, he realized something was wrong: just as he was about to send out a scout to investigate, the enemy's air units had already blocked the road ahead; when he tried to secretly upgrade his base defenses, the enemy's suicide bombers precisely destroyed his energy tower; even his backup mine, hidden in a corner of the map, was wiped out by the enemy's raiding force.

Lu Mingfei's brows furrowed more and more. It was as if his opponent had installed surveillance cameras. Every move he made, even every tactical intention, could be predicted in advance and a perfect response could be given.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he slammed his hand on the table, his face instantly darkening.

"Damn, are you cheating?!"

Then, without hesitation, he typed directly into the chat box:

"May your whole family die if you hang up this dog!"

"I am an orphan." The reply came almost instantly.

Lu Mingfei was so angry he laughed, and his fingers flew across the keyboard:

"You wicked brat with such a vile personality, you'd abandon your parents for a moment of verbal sparring? Looks like I have to punish you severely. You'd better really be an orphan, otherwise, if I find out, I'll definitely confiscate your parents!"

There was no response from the other side for a while. Just as Lu Mingfei was about to continue typing, a line of text suddenly popped up in the chat box:

"You've already started crying."

A grinning emoji followed, and then the other person's QQ avatar suddenly went gray—they had logged off and run away!

Lu Mingfei stared at the screen, his head buzzing and instantly turning red. It felt like a kettle of boiling water was placed on his head, hissing and steaming out, and even the tips of his ears were hot enough to fry an egg.

With a loud crash, he slammed his hand on the table again, making the bottle of nutritional drink shake, and roared in fury:

"Lu Mingze! Come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the room dimmed for a moment, and a boy in a tailored suit with his hair neatly combed appeared out of thin air. He wore a standard fawning smile, and as he bowed, his tuxedo swept across the floor. His tone was respectful yet tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Oh, my dear brother, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Oh, shut up that damned translator's tone, or I'll kiss your ass with my boots!" Lu Mingfei said, raising his foot to kick Lu Mingze. Lu Mingze quickly dodged, adding:

"Stop kicking me! Stop kicking me! I was wrong, brother! I'll change right away!" Lu Mingze jumped around on the spot, clutching his butt, his voice full of pleading.

Lu Mingfei stopped, still furious at Lu Mingze for making fun of him. If it weren't for important business, he would have kicked the kid's backside until it was raw.

Lu Mingze straightened his wrinkled suit and smoothed his hair, making sure he still looked like a refined little gentleman, before looking at Lu Mingfei with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"So, brother, you went to all this trouble to call me out just because you lost a game and want to vent your frustrations on your innocent and pitiful little brother, right?"

"Innocent? Pitiful? You? Don't try to make your Master Lu laugh." Lu Mingfei's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he immediately returned to the main topic, making a request to Lu Mingze:

"You must have quite a bit of influence, right? Give me one person, the one I was just playing games with, Nono. I want all the information about his ancestors for eighteen generations. He'd better really be an orphan, or I'll confiscate his entire family right now!"

"Okay, brother, please wait a moment." After saying that, Lu Mingze disappeared from Lu Mingfei's sight.

Ten minutes later, the light in the room dimmed again, and Lu Mingze reappeared, carrying a thick stack of documents, nearly half a foot high. Lu Mingfei looked at the pile of papers, his lips twitching—could this little rascal have really dug up the birth dates and family trees of people's ancestors for eighteen generations?

"I have fulfilled my mission, brother."

Lu Mingze handed the document to Lu Mingfei, who took it and carefully read through it.

As expected, the first page of the document contained the information he was looking for about "Nono," with details as follows:

"Common name: Nuonuo; Real name: Chen Motong; Background: Direct member of the Chen family, a core organization of mixed Chinese and American blood, currently running away from home; Family relationships: Mother: Deceased; Father: Living, current head of the Chen family; Siblings: Several..."

Nuonuo's personal information was pitifully scarce, consisting of only a few lines on the entire page, without even a single photo. Lu Mingfei could only deduce from the name "Chen Motong" that she was most likely a girl. Looking at this meager information, he felt a surge of anger and seriously suspected that Lu Mingze was just giving him a perfunctory answer.

But when he flipped to the next page and saw the thick stack of detailed reports about the Chen family, he was stunned. The reports not only contained the life story of the Chen family patriarch and the distribution of the family's businesses, but even detailed information about the personalities, preferences, and interpersonal relationships of each of Nuonuo's siblings—it was more detailed than the Chen family's own genealogy. Looking at this pile of documents, Lu Mingfei couldn't quite figure out what Lu Mingze was up to.

However, he quickly came to terms with it. Actually, he wasn't interested in Nono's personal information at all; he only needed to confirm that she wasn't an orphan. Since she wanted to be an orphan, the benevolent Mr. Lu naturally had to grant her request.

"Not bad, not bad, you did a great job this time. That's all for you, go back now." Lu Mingfei waved to Lu Mingze, indicating that he could leave.

He stood up and moved towards the window. But when he caught a glimpse behind him, Lu Mingze hadn't disappeared; in fact, he had followed closely behind. He frowned and turned back, asking in an annoyed tone:

"Huh? Why are you still here?"

Lu Mingze's expression changed instantly, and he put on a tearful look, pleading with Lu Mingfei:

"Oh, brother, you've really made something of yourself now, while I'm still suffering here in this freezing cold! Please, brother, have mercy and use your precious hand to come to the Arctic and rescue me! If you can save me, I'll be eternally grateful to you, brother, and I'll be willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of my life!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You dare bring that up?! Just thinking about your lousy script makes me furious! You love writing, huh? Fine, I'll act with you! But let's be clear from the start, I'll change anything I don't like! As for saving you? Didn't you say in the script I wouldn't be there for several years? Well, then you'd better wait until then!"

After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently, like shooing away a mosquito: "Get out of here! Get out of the way!"

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched the windowsill with his toes and leaped out like an arrow, his speed astonishing, disappearing from Lu Mingze's sight in the blink of an eye.

Lu Mingze stared in the direction where Lu Mingfei had disappeared, remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed heavily. His figure slowly dissipated like smoke, eventually vanishing into thin air.

......

Half an hour later, a figure appeared out of thin air above the Chen family, a mixed-race organization of Chinese and American descent. It was Lu Mingfei.

After carefully comparing the map and confirming that this was indeed the Chen family's main base, he flexed his wrist, his knuckles making a "crackling" sound.

He had previously made a bold statement when he was arguing with Nuonuo: if the other party wasn't a true orphan, he would help them become one. Now, he was here to fulfill that promise.

Lu Mingfei didn't act immediately. Instead, he hovered in mid-air, pondering—he needed to choose a suitable level of power to minimize the damage. After all, the Chen family was an old, well-established mixed-race family. Making too much noise would inevitably attract the attention of other mixed-race organizations, and he didn't want his peaceful vacation to be disturbed.

After a moment's thought, a power system from a certain minor world flashed through his mind. He had come across it by chance, and the destructive power at the top of the system was just equivalent to that of the first generation of beings. Coincidentally, this was also the lowest output threshold that he could now precisely control.

After all, the impact of an attack by a first-generation species-level power is far less than that of an attack by a Black King-level power. The former causes limited shock, while the latter would directly ignite panic throughout the entire hybrid world.

Lu Mingfei felt like a saint, thoughtfully providing a way out for the mixed-race people of this world so they wouldn't have to worry about losing sleep and appetite.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Lu Mingfei quickly reviewed the power system of that minor world, then cleared his throat and shouted:

"Dragon Soul Possession!"

Before he finished speaking, ten rings formed by the heads of seven-colored dragons suddenly appeared behind him, hovering in mid-air and slowly rotating. Each ring emitted a faint halo, like some kind of mysterious totem.

"Seventh Dragon Technique - Dragon God's True Form!"

As soon as Lu Mingfei finished speaking, the seventh ring behind him suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, almost dyeing the sky in seven colors. The next second, his figure vanished instantly in the light, replaced by a gigantic dragon with a body entirely of seven colors, hovering above the Chen family. Its scales shimmered with a metallic luster in the sunlight, and its deep roar made the ground below tremble slightly.

The entire Chen family was terrified by the earth-shattering dragon's roar. From the elders who were holding a meeting to the servants who were serving tea and water, everyone rushed out of the building in a panic. When they looked up and saw the giant, seven-colored dragon in the sky, everyone froze on the spot, their faces filled with disbelief.

Even more terrifying was the oppressive aura emanating from the dragon, which descended like Mount Tai pressing down. Some mixed-blood individuals with diluted bloodlines collapsed to the ground, trembling in fear. Some even lost control of their bladders in terror, and a foul, fishy smell instantly filled the air.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to watch the group's ugly behavior. His blazing golden eyes swept down and accurately locked onto a middle-aged man who had just walked out of the main house. His appearance was exactly the same as the information Lu Mingze had given him. He was the head of the Chen family.

He clenched his dragon claws, and an invisible force instantly lifted the Chen family patriarch into the air, gripping him tightly in his palm. The Chen family patriarch's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but Lu Mingfei gave him no chance. With a flick of his dragon tail, he knocked him unconscious, then used his sharp dragon claws to pierce his fingertips and take two drops of blood.

Having done all this, Lu Mingfei's dragon roar once again resounded through the sky:

"First Dragon Technique - Entanglement!"

Before the Chen family members could recover from the shock of their patriarch's abduction, countless blue and silver vines suddenly emerged from the void. These vines seemed to have a life of their own, using the blood of the Chen family patriarch as a guide, precisely binding everyone who was related to him by blood.

The vines carried a chilling aura; those entangled in them didn't even have time to scream before being dragged into the void and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only empty buildings and a mess on the ground.