Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Xia Mi chimed in with a grin, "That's right, Lu Mingfei. I heard you beat Senior Sister Nuonuo and Norma in StarCraft. You're so good at games, you must be able to easily figure out the rules of the game!"

Lu Mingfei remained silent. Shouldn't the first experience for a young, inexperienced hero like him be a fulfilling academic life?

He has a generous and simple-minded older brother, a cold and reliable senior brother, and beautiful enchantresses that can be found everywhere on the road, waiting for him to tame them.

What exactly went wrong that requires him to save the world?

What kind of hero goes to slay a dragon before even leveling up?

However, what Lu Mingfei didn't know was that leveling up or not leveling up made no difference to him.

He quickly realized that they were joking with him, because Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi were not waiting for him and continued walking forward with a clear goal in mind.

This made him both relieved and somewhat disappointed when he came to his senses.

It turns out I wasn't a necessary candidate to solve the problem.

So he quickly followed, and the dark figures behind him all crawled on the ground and followed behind them.

Silently.

"Senior Brother Wang, where are we going now?"

Wang Anzhi did not answer directly, but said indirectly: "An exit of the Nibelungen usually exists in only two places, one is the edge of the Nibelungen, and the other is the center of the Nibelungen."

He looked at Lu Mingfei, who seemed to be deep in thought, and asked, "Mingfei, which place do you think is closest to us?"

Lu Mingfei looked around; they were currently in the city's CBD.

This is the most bustling part of the small city, with skyscrapers and crisscrossing avenues. Places like the World Trade Center, museums, and even the Regent Hotel where he had his last job interview are located here.

He was intimately familiar with every single building.

Kids like him, who grew up in the old city, once yearned for this glamorous world. They knew every building in the CBD like the back of their hand, as if that would bring them closer to that unattainable world.

But now that he has actually entered Kassel College and stepped into this world, Lu Mingfei is filled with confusion.

Every building here appears so distorted; though still luxurious, it is no longer the way he remembers it.

Lu Mingfei asked with certainty, "I think, senior brother, your goal must be the center of this Nibelung, right?"

“Since Nibelungen was created based on this small town, then the center of the small town is naturally also the center of Nibelungen, without a doubt,” Wang Anzhi replied.

He continued, "However, in alchemy, the geographical center is not the real center, but rather refers to the center in a symbolic sense."

They walked through the empty Nibelungen, utterly silent, as were the shadowy figures behind them.

Wang Anzhi looked at Lu Mingfei and asked, "So, Mingfei, where do you think the center of the Nibelungen will be located?"

Lu Mingfei was bewildered.

Wang Anzhi patiently advised, "Don't look at it from a player's perspective, but think from the perspective of a game planner, someone who is in a high position."

Lu Mingfei remained silent, his mind a jumbled mess.

He looked around; the shadowy figures were still following him, but they were all lying prostrate on the ground with their heads down, so they didn't evoke any feelings of disgust.

That's true. Who would truly hate a person or monster who kneels before you?

Lu Mingfei's mind was in complete turmoil, and he didn't know where to turn.

Wang Anzhi sighed and then asked, "Then, Consort Ming, do you know where the highest point in this area is?"

“The Clock Tower,” Lu Mingfei blurted out.

The building's real name is actually quite a mouthful; it seems to be called "Rockefeller Times Square," but locals prefer to call it the Clock Tower because a giant golden clock stands atop the building.

The engraved iron hands on the ancient Roman-style clock slowly move along with the alternation of day and night, chiming the hour precisely on time.

It is the most impressive place in the city.

“That’s it.” Wang Anzhi nodded.

Lu Mingfei was overjoyed and walked in front for the first time.

At this moment, Xia Mi, who had been silent all along, silently leaned close to Wang Anzhi's ear, looking at the naive and foolish boy in front of her with the eyes of a lamb to the slaughter.

Her eyes were gentle and moving, but there was not a trace of pity in them.

"So, senior brother, is your purpose to use this guy as a sacrifice?"

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"Why do you say that?" Wang Anzhi asked.

"These are the rules of the Nibelung!"

Xia Mi said softly, "Just as you said, senior brother, every Nibelungen has its own rules. The rule of this one happens to be that one person must be left as a sacrifice in exchange for another person to leave."

This is the most commonly used rule among dragons.

Her words stopped abruptly, as if she had said nothing at all, but her purpose had already been achieved.

This small town, and indeed all of Nibelungen, is just so eerie. Chu Tianjiao traded his life for Chu Zihang's, Lu Mingfei exchanged his heart for Chen Motong's, and Ye Sheng also traded his life for Jiudeyaji's way out...

Everyone targeted by the Nibelungs must pay a bloody price.

Wang Anzhi had already guessed about the rules of the Nibelungen, and now that Xia Mi had confirmed it, he was even more certain.

However, he was not too alarmed and said directly, "If you want us to follow the rules of the Nibelung, you must mark us with the Nibelung seal when we enter."

We practically smuggled ourselves in; I don't think Odin could mark us out of thin air.

Xia Mi was somewhat surprised; there were three people here.

She herself needs no further explanation; as the "Goddess of Death" who rules over all of Nibelungen, the "Land of the Dead," she certainly wouldn't be marked by Odin's Nibelungen.

Wang Anzhi is even more mysterious and unpredictable. Now, she has her "egg" implanted in her body. Xia Mi is also certain that Odin's mark will not be implanted into Wang Anzhi's body.

Simply put, this is a matter of sovereignty.

Sovereignty is paramount.

That leaves only Lu Mingfei...

Xia Mi's gaze deepened. How could he not be marked by Odin? What was his true identity?

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Xia, let's hurry up and go!" Lu Mingfei turned around and called out.

"They're here," Xia Mi responded and followed.

……

Soon, they arrived at the Clock Tower.

When he arrived there, Lu Mingfei's legs were trembling. He lowered his voice and said, "That's... Odin?"

The Clock Tower, the city's first building capable of accommodating helicopter take-off and landing.

At this moment, a godlike figure stood proudly atop the building. Beneath him, an eight-legged steed spewed thunder and lightning, its imposing presence terrifying.

He gripped a long spear tightly in his hand—the legendary Gungnir, the spear that supposedly controls destiny.

Odin, the god-king from mythology, stood atop the building, gazing into the distance, like a statue of an ancient Roman hero, exuding a chilling majesty.

Lu Mingfei was terrified, feeling that Odin would gallop in at any moment, wielding his invincible spear, and take the lives of these "little thieves" who had trespassed into his territory.

However, Odin did not make a move; he continued to gaze silently into the distance, at the other end of the city.

Wang Anzhi nodded slightly to Lu Mingfei, confirming his guess.

This was the second time he had witnessed the so-called "Odin".

Unlike the figure seen in Rome, the Odin before him wore a bronze mask, concealing his true face.

To ordinary people, this seems perfectly normal. How could a deity so easily reveal its true form to the world?

But in Wang Anzhi's view, this only proves one thing—the Odin in front of him is an imposter.

Who is he behind the mask? The first thought that flashed through Wang Anzhi's mind was Chu Tianjiao. Then, legendary figures such as Gilgamesh and King Arthur also came to mind.

In this world, these legendary heroes, after their deaths, have no chance to be laid to rest. Instead, they are placed in Odin's Nibelungen, in this "land of the dead," awaiting the moment of their awakening, just like the Valhalla of the god-king in mythology.

There is no sweet wine here, no graceful Valkyries, only endless loneliness and a wait as long as death itself.

“It’s not true,” Xia Mi said, holding up her palm, her expression becoming serious as well.

The Dragon Girl was naturally not afraid of this imposter in front of her.

Even if she is only the "strongest second-generation species", the masked Odin puppet could never be her match.

What she truly cared about was the tip of the iceberg revealed from the glimpse she made of this puppet.

Even though Jormungandr was not an expert in alchemy, he could clearly see the alchemical truths contained in the puppet mask.

These profound knowledge points cannot be mastered overnight, and she herself had never paid attention to them before. After all, what use was alchemy to her as long as she mastered the skills of "eye" and the application of "force"?

For her, the queen of the earth and mountains, the quality of weapons was utterly irrelevant.

But the appearance of the puppet in front of us already shows its connection with Odin.

The alchemy contained within grants Odin the ability to intervene remotely, which greatly diminishes the advantage that Miss Xia Mi has gained through her escape skills.

This also reflects that her brother's alchemical skills had reached an extremely high level, perhaps even surpassing those of "Norton," who truly wielded this authority.

Alchemy is a field for geniuses. An ordinary person's entire life's work cannot match the flash of inspiration of a genius.

In the ancient era of dragons, this authority was held by Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, who was able to recast a bronze city within a volcano as his palace, which would remain for ten thousand years.

Even after the residences of the other three monarchs, including Jormungandr's own Tower of Babel, had been destroyed, Norton's Bronze City remained intact. In the end, he himself destroyed his own Bronze City in the Norse and moved his home to the East.

Of the four monarchs, Norton and Constantine, who sit on the throne of bronze and fire, were the first to leave their homeland and head east.

Could it be that Odin has silently devoured the dragon bones of Norton and Constantine?

Xia Mi guessed, but for some reason, she quickly dismissed the idea, as if she should know who owned the power of bronze and fire.

But when she tried to search her memory, she only found a blank page.

Surely I'm not still in the "memory loss" stage!

For some reason, Miss Xia Mi also began to panic.

Having only the "bloodline of the Dragon King" but not the "heart of the Dragon" does not make one a true Dragon King. The "heart of the Dragon" refers to the unwavering and sincere memories that have remained unchanged for thousands and thousands of years.

Wang Anzhi looked at Odin above his head, but did not make any rash moves. Instead, he turned to the person behind him and said: