Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Angers' voice interrupted Chen Motong's whimsical thoughts, pulling her back to reality.

"it is true."

Chen Motong said seriously.

In a mixed-race society, "memory" is not a reliable thing, because even the executive department of Kassel College has a large number of teams dedicated to the cleanup of brainwashing and hypnosis.

For them, memory is not an unalterable piece of evidence.

Ang nodded and fell into deep thought.

This was also the purpose of Ang Lei bringing Nuonuo here. He was certain that Chen Motong and his ally who was "suffering" in northern Siberia were not on the same side, and she was not a backup plan he had set up.

Chen Motong glanced at Chu Zihang, who had fallen into a state of self-isolation again, and couldn't help but ask, "Principal, is this Odin real?"

"it is true."

Angers noticed that Chu Zihang had perked up and said seriously:

"Based on the weapon case you sent, it can be confirmed that Chu Tianjiao is from Kassel College, but neither Norma nor we have any memory of such a person."

"Only I still remember him," Chu Zihang said softly. He could hardly imagine the consequences if even he forgot that man.

“You bear Odin’s mark, which can help you avoid some of Odin’s unconscious influence,” Angers replied confidently.

Chu Zihang's eyes, now wearing colored contact lenses, could no longer conceal the golden hue. He instinctively grabbed the knife at his waist—a keepsake left to him by his father.

Unlike Chu Zihang, Chen Motong was startled and felt a chill as she looked at the quiet night around her.

"Then, Headmaster, is Odin still in this city?"

She didn't want to become a sacrifice for no reason.

"I do not know."

Angers said crisply and clearly.

"That god-king has most likely already left this place. He couldn't possibly stay in such a small town for long, especially now that he has achieved his goal."

“But here comes the ‘but,’ right, Principal?” Chen Motong said.

Angers smiled. "Yes, that's when we have to say, but no matter whether that god-king is inside or not, Nibelungen will always be here; it won't run away."

Nibelungen is known as the "Land of the Dead," but in reality, it's more like an alternate dimension attached to reality, accessible only to those who possess the "key."

Chu Zihang is that key.

Chen Motong looked at Angers, which was circling around on the elevated road, and said thoughtfully, "So, we're like thieves who sneak into the owner's house to steal things while the owner is away?"

Angers looked somewhat embarrassed, but still argued, "They could also be robbers."

"Drip, drip..."

The sound of rain gradually broke the tranquility of the environment. Chen Motong's face turned pale, as if he had realized something.

"Headmaster, are we really that lucky? We found the entrance to the Nibelungen in just one day."

“Yes, it seems we are indeed very lucky.” Angers vaguely heard the hoarse grinding of teeth hidden in the silence around him, and couldn’t help but sigh.

He really didn't expect to be able to enter Nibelungen on his first day in this small town. He originally thought he would have at least a few days to eat ramen.

Chu Zi's body trembled as he felt the familiar presence, almost pulling out of his skin.

At that moment, thunder roared.

Chapter 63 The Mystery of Sleipnir's Birth

Nibelungen.

In this deserted city, a Ferrari silently drives along an empty road, with no one or any other vehicles on it, as lonely as if it were heading towards death.

Until it slowly came to a stop.

"Damn it," Wang Anzhi patted the steering wheel of the expensive sports car, feeling somewhat speechless.

"Out of oil." The flawless fairy lady pointed out the problem indifferently, seemingly still dissatisfied with the fact that Her Highness Nuwa had called from afar to send her blessings.

"Yes!"

Wang Anzhi glanced at the fuel consumption gauge, and the needle pointed precisely to the "0" position.

“We can try filling up at a gas station,” Lu Mingfei blinked, remembering a gas station not far from them.

Although he had sensed something was wrong from the very beginning.

After all, they had driven for so long without encountering any other cars or even a single person, which made him feel somewhat uneasy.

“Good idea,” Wang Anzhi praised, then turned to Xia Mi, “Junior Sister, can we use the oil from the Nibelungs?”

Xia Mi tilted her head slightly. "Of course not, senior brother," she said, striking a pose like a top student, pointing out the mistake.

"Nibelungen is merely a mirror image of reality. All the food, weapons, and even materials you obtain from it are castles in the air. In this world, everything except you and everything else is illusory."

Come to think of it, if the dragon kings could "create" matter out of thin air when they built Nibelungen, then they wouldn't have been unable to even break through the atmosphere.

As things stand, "creation" still holds the authority of God, and even the Dragon Kings cannot overstep it. Wang An thought this as he looked at the elfin-like girl beside him and smiled:

"Junior sister, are you fake too?"

“Of course I’m real,” Xia Mi rolled her eyes, showing little nervousness. She was the Queen of the Earth and Mountains, and the power she wielded was related to the Nibelungen.

If she was determined to run away, none of her brothers could stop her.

For ten thousand years, she has relied on this skill and the weakest strength among the dragon kings to survive, unlike Norton and Loki who were sealed away for a thousand or two thousand years.

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Xia, what are you talking about?" Lu Mingfei was completely confused. He had no idea what "Nibelungen" meant.

Wang Anzhi did not answer directly, but continued speaking to himself:

“Perfect timing, Mingfei. The principal asked me to give you an orientation training session, and I think now is a good opportunity.”

He looked at the restless Lu Mingfei and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, but on the surface he remained composed and praised him highly:

"I doubt that in the more than 100 years since the academy was founded, any student has ever had the opportunity to receive orientation training in the Nibelungenlied!"

Xia Mi chimed in, "That's right. I heard that the vice principal dreams of getting into this place, but he doesn't have the same opportunity as you, junior brother."

Lu Mingfei felt uneasy, especially since the surroundings were eerily quiet, almost without a sound, and the downpour had stopped sometime earlier.

It could be when there was no one around, or it could be when he was completely soaked.

The downpour came so strangely, as if it were there to welcome them into this mysterious world.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shiver.

Wang Anzhi noticed this and asked with concern, "Mingfei, are you sick? How about we go sit in the coffee shop next door? It'll be a good time to finish your orientation."

"Get off the bus now?"

Lu Mingfei raised a question. He had watched countless films, including many ghost movies, and knew that countless main characters entered the main storyline and successfully met their Nie Xiaoqian or Sadako in this way.

"Does Consort Ming want to stay in the car?" Wang Anzhi asked with some surprise. He pointed to the convertible sports car they were in and helplessly spread his hands.

"You don't really think we can drive this car out of gas and leave here, or that this convertible can offer us any protection!"

He actually felt it was a bit ridiculous. Chu Tianjiao drove a Maybach into Nibelungen, carrying two knives, and his car was also quite bizarre, imposing and no less impressive than Odin's steed Sleipnir.

He arrived here in a car that had run out of gas, with no weapons and no mount.

The only consolation was that his side was full of experts, each one an SSR-level player, unlike Chu Tianjiao who had a child who wasn't even an adult yet.

Thinking of his mount, Wang Anzhi's thoughts wandered, and he asked Xia Mi:

"Junior sister, is Odin's steed Sleipnir Loki's offspring?"

He recalled that innocent eight-legged winged horse, which was ridden by Odin, ridden by Chu Zihang, and then completely torn apart by Lu Mingfei in a single encounter.

Recalling the myth of Loki transforming into a mare to seduce the god Sleipnir, even Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel awe and admiration.

"Huh?" Xia Mi realized almost instantly that Wang Anzhi wasn't asking her about mythology, but rather about an ethical issue.

She said with a dark expression, "Of course not. Sleipnir was at most corrupted by Loki's dragon blood."

She looked at Wang Anzhi and deliberately emphasized, "The Dragon King cannot have offspring."

Wang Anzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Xia Mi's serious face, he felt a little amused and thought to himself: Junior sister, you're out of touch.

Odin had long ago discovered the ultimate secret of combining human science and dragon alchemy: breaking through the reproductive restrictions imposed on them by their father, the Black King Nidhogg.

Although Wang Anzhi also felt that this ultimate secret was a bit low-level, he could only say that even the Dragon King didn't do anything worthwhile.

He opened the car door, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making it seem both eerie and terrifying. He was also soaked by the rain, and his clothes were completely drenched. Fortunately, the rain stopped as soon as he entered the Nibelungen region.

Wang Anzhi speculated that they might have entered this place by mistake, since none of the three of them had received Odin's invitation, but perhaps their special qualities allowed them to enter naturally when the "door" opened.

He thought of Chu Zihang, who might be the real protagonist. What would his reaction be when he saw Odin again?

While he was still in a daze, Xia Mi ran over, grabbed his hand, and pointed with a grin to the still-lit cafe next to them, "Senior brother, let's go!"

Wang Anzhi felt the girl's soft hands and the warmth emanating from them...

Wait, warmth.

Wang Anzhi finally sensed something was wrong; Xia Mi's skirt wasn't wet at all, and instead looked rather warm.

Watching the two young heroes and heroines frolicking in the martial world, Lu Mingfei thought of Chen Wenwen again. Seeing that the surroundings were empty, he quickly followed them.

"Senior brother, senior sister, wait for me."

Chapter 64 Humans and Dragons

In a coffee shop.

Lu Mingfei felt no warmth at all; the room was just as empty—fortunately, this was already within his expectations.

A fire burned in front of the fireplace, but what emanated from the flames was not warmth, but coldness.

He tried to dry the clothes nearby, but ended up shivering from the cold.

The walls inside the house were like decorations; even when sitting inside, a cold breeze would still blow through from time to time.

It's as if everything here is "dead".

He looked at the two senior students sitting opposite him, or rather, his future classmates. They didn't seem nervous at all, and were as relaxed and comfortable as if they were on a picnic.