Chapter 5: Little Devil: This Script Isn't Right!
The Nibelungen Plan, in this world, was designed by Kassel College's Vice Principal and Night Watchman, Nicholas Flamel.
It blends Alchemy and biotechnology, using serum purified from dragon blood to awaken the dragon blood within Hybrids.
Generally speaking, allowing the Dragon bloodline in one's body to increase too much is extremely dangerous, as it will unbalance the Dragon and human bloodlines within the Hybrid, causing the Dragon's murderous and bloodthirsty tendencies to overwhelm human reason, ultimately turning them into monsters devoid of human will—Death Servants.
But the breakthrough of the Nibelungen Plan lies in Flamel's ability to artificially implant Alchemic matrices into the human body, using Alchemy to restrain dragon blood, so that Hybrids will not lose their minds even if they break through the critical bloodline limit.
This way, the College can artificially create “Super Hybrids” capable of rivaling high-level Dragons.
One can imagine the sensation this plan caused when it was proposed.
If it could be implemented without restrictions, mass-producing Super Hybrids, then the Dragon's revival would probably no longer be a threat.
However, the College soon discovered that the plan's cost was enormous, making it impossible to mass-produce Super Hybrids.
Serum production was limited, and the highly difficult task of implanting Alchemic matrices could only be completed by Flamel himself.
Therefore, at most, only one could be completed.
At this moment, Wa Zhu and the other Shenzhou Hybrids were still unaware of the flaws discovered later in the Nibelungen Plan; this plan was currently still in the “sensational phase.”
They merely judged that if the rumors were true, the threat from the Western powers would greatly increase.
“Hmph, since the establishment of the Thirteen Factories in Guangzhou, countless precious relics from Shenzhou have flowed out,” Wa Zhu's small face was gloomy, “The Western Secret Party has always acted with a strong hand; if the rumors are true, their Kassel Shenzhou Branch's prestige has grown even greater.”
As the “Dragon Slaying Faction” and “Hawks” among the Hybrid community, the Secret Party established Execution Department branches worldwide, widely influencing the entire world in the name of Dragon Slaying.
The Dragon era has passed, but not all Dragons have died; instead, they have cocooned themselves in slumber, awaiting future awakening.
The Secret Party's Execution Department's goal is to completely kill the Dragons.
And objectively speaking, they have indeed occupied a large amount of resources and interests through “globalized Dragon Slaying.”
In contrast, while Shenzhou's Hybrid families have a long heritage, they are conservative in their approach, being local organizations that only manage Dragon Slaying and Hybrid interests within Shenzhou itself.
“Wa Zhu's words are very true. Preparations should be made as soon as possible,” Zhou Yuxuan agreed.
They decided to increase their focus on Wei Gong Shirou.
“Zhou Yuxuan, at that time, you will be responsible for meeting that young man from Dongying. Now, contact those few from the Daoist sects; get the masters from the Pill Cauldron, Talisman, and Divination factions to come over, under the pretense that… I have recently gained some insights and intend to discuss the Dao with friends.”
“Understood.”
Zhou Yuxuan's figure disappeared from the hall.
Wa Zhu watched as the cold moonlight outside the hall was gradually obscured by thick dark clouds, golden light flashing in her pupils, like rotating golden petals. “The wind is about to rise.”
A cool breeze gently blew, stirring the girl's long skirt.
The skirt lifted, but no legs were visible, only a curved, scale-covered limb like a snake's tail was revealed.
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That night, in a certain city in southeastern Shenzhou.
This city was divided into two parts by an invisible boundary line.
One part was the old city, where large commercial districts were concentrated, also known as the CBD area.
Skyscrapers with excellent reflective surfaces stood tall, transforming into sparkling spires of extravagant aura under the night lights, and people dressed in glamorous attire resembled devout believers of a gold-worshipping cult.
The other end of the city was the new district—a newly developed residential area in the suburbs, filled with affordable housing, with muddy roads and inconvenient transportation, yet strong in common folk atmosphere, a world apart from the dazzling CBD area.
A little boy in a handsome small suit and bow tie stood alone on the rooftop of an affordable housing building.
The soundproofing of such cheap housing wasn't very good, or perhaps his hearing was excellent, for even on the rooftop, the boy could still hear his older brother, Lu Mingfei, who was staying with his uncle and aunt on the floor below, being ordered to do chores.
The boy seemed to have his eyes half-closed, a faint gloom on his face.
His emotions were not directed at his uncle and aunt, but stemmed from that little chubby boy who had inexplicably taken his name, Lu Mingfei's cousin, “Lu Mingze.”
Dark clouds quietly obscured the moon.
Suddenly, the boy's eyes snapped open, looking at the sky, and words filled with disbelief escaped his lips:
“Huh? The script… who modified it!?”
“It's a large-scale world-line deviation, Magician? Immortal? Holy Grail War… Chaldea…?”
What kind of chaotic future direction is this??
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Wei Gong Shirou did not know that many people were sleepless, running around, and even changing the future because of a few words he spoke that night.
Anyway, he slept very soundly.
Waking up the next day refreshed, Wei Gong began his preparations before departing for the mission.
However, speaking of preparations, there was nothing urgent.
With his original body's cold weapon martial arts foundation, he still took the reinforced long and short swords, a black bow, and a stack of arrows (these reinforced weapons would not be detected by metal detectors, making security checks convenient, and could even be purchased and replenished at stores once at the mission location) as usual for missions.
He sheathed them, bundled them with rubber bands, secured them with buckles, and placed them into a black case resembling a cello case.
As for hot weapon preparation, that was usually the job of his partner, Old Tang.
Next was the mission.
According to the employer's request, they needed to arrive at the site the day before the mission officially began and find the contact person.
Wei Gong had thought this was some special treatment.
But then Old Tang had confidently said he was thinking too much, that just playing games was far from enough to get Wa Zhu to pull strings.
Old Tang instructed that every time they encountered such large-scale relic exploration missions, they were always difficult, as those ancient ruins would often become haunted and claim lives.
These bounty hunters were the vanguard, used to clear mines and pile up bodies.
Wa Zhu's connection wasn't enough for special treatment.
At most, after the mission ended and they survived, they might get a few more benefits than other teams.
Seeing the experienced Old Tang say this much, Wei Gong was no longer worried.
Old Tang's luck was always good, automatically avoiding danger during exploration, and Wei Gong never worried about encountering accidents with him.
Wei Gong only needed to remember the routes inside the ruins to avoid getting lost by Old Tang, who was a complete road idiot.
Old Tang, who was currently far away in North America, should have already set off early, Wei Gong pondered inwardly, closing the cello case, when his brows suddenly furrowed.
Wait, what if… Old Tang, had already gotten lost because he couldn't find the meeting point before the mission even began?
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That night, Wei Gong looked at the conspicuous banner outside the enclosed venue: “The Xth Jingchu Culture Academic Symposium.”
Yes, this was the meeting point.
But he didn't see a familiar figure.
He opened his phone and found Old Tang in his contacts.
“I’m here. Where are you?”
After a while, the other party finally replied: “Emergency! Holy crap, I’m about to be silenced! Coordinates xxx…!”
“Huh?”