Chapter 187 Myth and a Day of Freedom

Su Beixun opened the big book on the table.

The black cowhide cover is faintly outlined with gold thread, the paper is as delicate as white bone, and the clear font has no trace of excess ink.

Every detail of Kassel College proves its aristocratic status.

"Dragon Family Genealogy" is a book he borrowed from the library. It roughly records the blood relationship of dragons. It is said that this is a course taught by the principal of the college himself.

Go beyond the preface.

On the second page of the book, he saw a miniature version of the painting on the train. The black membrane could be covered by one hand, but if he stared at it for too long, he would feel that it was covering the sun.

"Greatness never succumbs to smallness." The child sat on the bed. He hummed and chanted in a strange rhythm.

"He is the child of the world! He is the symbol of nature! Heaven and earth gave Him the gift, and He was born before all things."

The sound passes through light, through shadow, through wind, and through a quiet mind.

"He built a city in the sky and connected all the oceans with the sacred road. He sat on the lonely and highest throne, and used the wind and snow to show the indifference of his nature. All living things worshiped Him, and all things feared Him. Even His own kind could not get the slightest mercy from Him, so they had to use their blood and dignity to lift Him to the sky."

"But He is dead." Su Beixun twisted the soft pages of the book and said calmly without raising his head.

“Yes, He is dead.” The child sighed, as if unwilling to accept it: “His death ended an era.”

Su Beixun turned to the next page: "A God who can be killed by slaves and creatures, I don't think He is as scary as you say."

"No, brother." The child shook his head: "Although the half-bloods and the four kings rebelled, in this world, the only one who can kill Him is Himself."

"You said He committed suicide?"

"Who knows?"

The child jumped out of bed: "We can never guess His thoughts, just like the chaotic sky, no one knows whether the next moment will be thunder that lights up everything or rain that drowns the world."

"Death and rebirth are combined into one, and creation and destruction are engraved on both sides." He spoke in a very light voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the gods: "The Black King, Nidhogg! He is such a terrible life."

The tiny dormitory was silent, as if it could not bear such a grand topic. It seemed that once it opened its mouth, the rise and fall of the times and the iteration of history would flow into it.

Su Beixun looked normal.

He used his fingers to stroke the words that seemed to be breathing, and his scarlet pupils were flowing with an obscure light.

【Who will you be? 】

The corners of his mouth curved up, as if he had seen the answer to the riddle, or as if he was a fox stealing food.

【And who am I? 】

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The light above his head was so bright that Lu Mingfei couldn't stop crying.

Guderian rolled up his tongue and uttered a series of strange long sounds at him.

"Still no response?" The old man was at a loss: "How about another try?"

"Come on, professor! I've never heard of anyone who can enter the clairvoyance state through the accumulation of quantities." Finkel lay lazily on the bed, picked up a piece of potato chip crumbs and threw it into his mouth.

"That's no reason." Professor Guderian walked around the table in frustration. "Dragon script is a memory that is passed down through blood. Your bloodline is incredibly pure, so you should be able to understand it naturally."

"I'm sorry for being born as a human being." Lu Mingfei said rubbish.

Guderian scratched his hair, looked up and suddenly clapped his hands: "I see! The light must be too bright! Let's try turning it off!"

"... Professor, you've been making me feel like I can do that too." Finkel complained loudly, "Because the light is too bright? Even the gossip you posted on my forum sounds ridiculous."

"That's because you're not good at your studies." Professor Guderian glared.

Finkel scratched his butt at him: "It's no use glaring at me. My useless junior brother can't enter the spiritual vision, and he can't pass the 3E test the day after tomorrow. That will be terrible."

"Yes." Professor Guderian's face was ashen, and he muttered absentmindedly: "My tenured professorship review is definitely in tatters."

"What the hell is professor evaluation?" Lu Mingfei said with dead eyes: "What will happen to me if I fail the 3E exam?"

"Just brainwash and kick him out." Finkel shrugged: "You signed the relevant agreement when you enrolled."

"He wrote it in Latin, only a fool could understand it!" Lu Mingfei cried out in injustice. Then he thought that even the top student could understand it, and he was completely disappointed.

Professor Guderian clapped his hands again, his face flushed, "I understand now! You have no reaction to the [Word Emperor], there must be some kind of genetic mutation. Rare, really rare, this is the first case!"

"That's too far-fetched." Lu Mingfei collapsed: "You want to say that I am Peter Parker, and because I was bitten by a spider and mutated into a spider dragon, I have no reaction to dragon characters?"

"I think the setting of the Coke dragon is more exciting." Fingel daydreamed: "If there is a dragon that can spit out Coke, I must catch one and let it spit into my mouth every day."

"You can drink this?" Professor Guderian was shocked. "Besides, coffee and wine are the best match. You have really bad taste."

The old man was retorting, shaking his head violently: "No, no! I'm talking about serious academic research!"

"Forget it, professor. Academic research is such a high-sounding term that it doesn't suit you." Finkel sniffed the hand that scratched his butt: "The last paper you wrote, 'The Perfect Match of Coffee and Wine', is still at the top of the list of the most useless papers."

"Nonsense!" Professor Guderian screamed, as if his tail had been stepped on. "My paper has been downloaded 30 times!"

He looked angry, but his gray-blue pupils always secretly swept over Lu Mingfei, using anger to cover up other expressions.

His major was dragon genealogy research, so he certainly understood that given the strength of the dragon bloodline, it was simply a fantasy to want mutation.

But, he had to say it.

[Word Spirit Emperor] is effective to all the descendants who submit to the Black King, but there is only one group that is not affected - that is the descendant of the [White King] known as the "Evil King"!
Guderian wanted to keep this secret. He knew too well the pain of being treated as an alien! It was like being locked up in a mental hospital and having the smell of burnt food from electrotherapy.

Smelly and dirty.

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"Burning flags were planted all over the land. Fully one-third of the dragon race raised the flag of rebellion. They surrounded the White King and launched the first and largest rebellion in the history of the dragon race against the Black King."

The child held up his face and, at Su Beixun's request, was forced to explain to him the history that could be considered secret.

"But the rebellion ended in failure. The Black King destroyed the White King with his supreme power. He killed it, ate its flesh, turned its bones into ice, melted the ice and poured it into the volcano, completely destroying the White King's body and soul. He also recorded it on a bronze pillar."

"How interesting." Su Beixun lowered his head to read the book, "Since Nighold created the White Queen and encountered rebellion, why did he create the four kings again?"

"Because I'm lonely." The child said casually. He rubbed his stomach and said, "Brother, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll call someone to send it over." Su Beixun turned the last page and closed the book.

The light in the distance has disappeared, and the fiery clouds are piled up in the sky oppressively, like layers of meat.

He turned on the faucet on the balcony and wiped his sweaty head, but he was thinking about another problem in his mind.

If human history and legends are metaphors for dragons, then compared to Norse mythology, Hebrew mythology derived from the Old and New Testaments seems to be more appropriate - according to legend, God created angels in heaven before creating humans. Among them, an angel named Satan was deeply favored by God. God gave him glory and status higher than other angels, and even gave him the authority to lead all angels.

Satan then grew stronger and stronger, delusionally wanting to be equal to his creator, God. He incited one third of the angels in heaven to rebel against God. God led the angels to fight against him, and eventually Satan and his followers were expelled from heaven and fell straight into hell.

Su Beixun narrowed his eyes and decided to go to the library again later.

Soon, the staff brought the steaks over. The kid saw that there was no portion for him, so he snorted and disappeared.

……

A cold wind blows in the evening.

Su Beixun was wearing Cassel's dark green suit jacket and walking on the way to the library.

The stars illuminate the stones at my feet. Their rounded surfaces are soaked in starlight and are as white as desolate broken bones.

Perhaps because tomorrow was special, I didn’t see a single person along the way.

Su Beixun used his student card to swipe open the door of the library, returned the book "Dragon Family Genealogy" that he borrowed in the afternoon, and then walked to the mythology bookshelf.

There were only a dozen people in the library, which was shaped like an "8". He took out a book and read it while walking. He bumped into the corner of the table and the silver pendant in his pocket fell out.

"Hey! Brother! Your stuff!" the man sitting at the table reminded in a low voice.

He has dark brown hair and black eyes, and his skin is slightly darker than that of white people, and has a golden hue under the light.

Su Beixun raised his head, took it and smiled gratefully: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The man said with a smile. He took a look at the student card the man was holding between his fingers and asked, "Are you a freshman this year?"

"Su Beixun, a Chinese." Su Beixun nodded and stretched out his hand.

"Jose Luis Felix Chilavert Gonzalez." The man uttered a string of musical notes, shook hands and said in Chinese: "You can call me Jose, I'm Paraguayan."

As he spoke, his voice dropped, and he suddenly realized that this was the library. But after looking around to make sure he wouldn't disturb anyone, he asked in a low voice, "I heard that there's an S-level among the new students enrolling today. Do you know him?"

"I've only seen him before." Su Beixun said, "Senior, how do you know about the S-rank?"

José pulled out his cell phone and opened the Kassel campus news network.

In the most conspicuous position was a photo of Lu Mingfei's drooling face. Next to it was a bold title, "Shocking! Kassel's new S-class!"

"This is the news from the News Department this morning. Although their integrity is questionable, their authenticity is reliable."

"And I also heard that the Lionheart Club and the Student Council are going to decide who will have the right to invite first based on the outcome of tomorrow's Free Day."

Jose is a very talkative person. He is very excited when he talks and has an extraordinary interest in sharing and gossip.

He recounted a scene on the forum where two parties were clashing over S-rank, and said with some longing: "That would be great. If my bloodline were a little purer... Uh, sorry, junior, I talk too much."

"It's okay. What the senior said is very interesting." Su Beixun smiled and put the silver pendant back into his pocket: "See you later, senior. I'm going back first."

Jose nodded and looked at the disappearing figure, feeling a little surprised that he would express his complaints to someone he met for the first time.

"Are we too compatible?" He scratched his hair and went back to look at the complicated book "Alchemical Chemistry" on the table.

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Day two.

boom!
It sounded like a firecracker. Lu Mingfei smacked his lips and saw a firework rising slowly in front of him.

But before he could savor it, the crackling sound blasted him out of Zhou Gong.

"Oh shit! It's being demolished?" Lu Mingfei lifted the quilt and screamed in horror.

He climbed down in a panic, opened the door, and rushed back, slapping the snoring Finger in the face: "Brother! Wake up, something seems to have happened!"

Finkel howled.

"...Junior brother, the best Michelin chef has just served me some delicious food." He said resentfully, covering his face.

"The only thing on your mind is eating!" Lu Mingfei complained loudly: "What's the point of eating in a dream?"

"Why is it useless?" Finkel said angrily, "You didn't really experience it when you had a wet dream, so you still have to wash your underwear!"

“…It’s hopeless. I actually think you’re right.” Lu Mingfei covered his face.

Boom. An explosion was heard, not far from the dormitory.

“Brother! Someone breaks in...Ah!!” Lu Mingfei came back to his senses and wanted to ask what happened, but in his panic he accidentally pulled off Finkel’s quilt, and a naked body with a strong masculine scent instantly came into his sight.

"Don't worry, today is a free day at school." Finkel pulled up the quilt and yawned.

"A day of freedom?"

"No matter what you do, even if you try to sell shampoo to the discipline committee, you will not be punished according to school rules."

Selling shampoo to the discipline committee member? What the hell!

Lu Mingfei covered his eyes and finally saved himself from the brink of blindness. He carefully leaned towards the window.

The dense gunfire and alarms startled the pigeons in the church. The peaceful Kassel was filled with a murderous atmosphere. The students in formal combat uniforms were divided into two groups and fired bullets at each other.

"...Killing people doesn't violate school rules?" He looked at a man who fell to the ground after being shot in the chest with his eyes wide open, feeling absurd as if he were still in a dream.

"That's the 'Feriga bullet'. Just a toy. It contains a small amount of anesthetic, and it will leave a bloody mark when it hits." Finkel closed his eyes and lay down again.

“Is that so?” Lu Mingfei exhaled and temporarily crossed out the “terrorist concentration camp” label on Kassel Academy in his mind.

At this time.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the dormitory. The wooden door was slammed open, and a dark figure blocked the door.

He was wearing a black combat uniform, of medium build, holding an M4 rifle, and the glass on his helmet reflected the cold light of steel.

“Oh no!” Lu Mingfei was about to speak when Finkel sat up with a bang, terrified: “The gossip I made up before must have been found by the victim!”

He knelt on the bed without any scruples: "Please spare my life, sir!"

The figure looked at him without saying anything, dropped the gun in his hand, and pulled out a Nepalese machete shaped like a dog's leg from his waist.

Pounce!

(End of this chapter)