Everyone sat on the rocks, watching a movie playing on the TV.
It turned out that dragons and humans could get along so harmoniously.
Ren Asakura clapped his hands.
"What a rare atmosphere! Let's take a photo together!"
Ren took out his phone and switched to selfie mode.
Fenrir tilted his head. The image on the little box was remarkably clear.
This was a phone from the future—
The multi-functional, waterproof, impact-resistant Eight-Trigram Smart Knockoff Phone.
No one objected, so they all gathered together.
Mai stood at the front.
Fenrir stood in the back, only his head visible.
"Cheese!"
The flash went off.
Click—
The photo was taken.
The image appeared on Ren's phone, and everyone leaned in to look.
In the dim environment, a group of young people smiled together.
An innocent child clung tightly to her brother, a cheerful young man wore a bright smile, and the charming woman's grin at the corner of her mouth seemed ever so slightly forced.
Behind them was a massive dragon head that filled the entire frame.
Even through the picture, its majestic aura radiated outward.
Although it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, Ren Asakura saved the photo.
This was proof that he had been here.
One day in the future, when he looked back on everything, this photo would be one of his most treasured possessions.
He had once come to this world, and watched a movie with his friends and a dragon.
Ren put away his phone.
Then he turned to Fenrir and said,
"Don't you want to go outside? Don't you want to leave this alchemical labyrinth?"
Fenrir blinked in surprise. He did indeed want to go out—he longed to see the world outside.
But his sister, Jörmungandr, had warned him not to leave.
And rightly so.
This Dragon King, with the mind of a three-year-old, would probably be met with a barrage of intercontinental missiles the moment he stepped out.
After all, most dragon slayers were lunatics—willing to go to any lengths to kill a Dragon King.
Seeing Fenrir's hesitation, Ren Asakura continued to tempt him.
"There are endless fries out there, endless spicy snacks, endless junk food, all-you-can-drink sodas, and tons of better movies…"
Fenrir's eyes sparkled, then he said,
"But my sister told me not to go!"
Three years old was the age of curiosity.
The colorful world outside was dazzling.
How could Fenrir not want to go?
He wanted to eat snacks every day, watch TV all day, run wild everywhere—he longed for freedom.
But in this alchemical labyrinth, he was confined to one place.
Sometimes, when his snacks ran out and his sister wasn't back yet, Fenrir just had to sit there and wait.
He'd even thought about sneaking out—
But half of his body was embedded in the rock.
Fenrir was like a chained pet, unable to leave home.
Of course, that was also Jörmungandr's way of protecting him.
Ren Asakura patted his chest.
"Isn't that what we're here for? I'm your sister's friend, and these two are your brothers—would we ever hurt you?"
Fenrir was still hesitant.
Ren continued his tempting pitch.
"Come on, we're already friends, right? You've got to trust me.
And don't you really want to go out?
I can help get you out of the rock. Just think—more snacks, more games, more awesome movies waiting out there for you."
With patient persuasion, Ren was like the witch tempting Snow White to eat the apple.
Fenrir swallowed hard, his eyes filled with yearning.
"Really? My sister won't scold me, right?"
"No, no way! I swear on Lu Mingfei staying single for another 30 years!"
Ren Asakura said with a smile.
Lu Mingfei was momentarily stunned, then complained:
"Hey, don't swear using me, group leader!"
A smile spread across Fenrir's grand and powerful face.
It was a smile full of innocence and joy.
"Yay! That's great! You're a really good person, big brother! But how do we get my body out of here?"
Hearing this innocent child call him "big brother," Ren Asakura smiled.
"Knew it—three-year-olds are the easiest to fool."
Then, Ren approached the stone wall that bound Fenrir.
He gently placed his palm on it—
a terrifying shockwave reverberated within the rock wall.
Countless cracks spread, densely and rapidly.
Then the stone gradually crumbled and scattered like ash.
Fenrir felt the stone that had bound half his body vanish.
He took a step forward, and the sheer force made the ground tremble.
There stood a 50-meter-long dragon—
A Dragon King who wielded a realm of death and an apocalypse-tier Word Spirit.
"Heheheh—I can move! I can go out and play!"
Fenrir spun in circles with excitement, as happy as a child.
Ren Asakura nodded, pleased.
"Alright then, let's go out and have some fun, Fenrir."
Having gained his freedom, Fenrir was elated.
Hearing the words "go out and play" made him even happier—
All his caution, and the tasks his sister Jörmungandr had entrusted him with, vanished completely from his mind.
Right now, all this child wanted was to run wild and enjoy himself, unleashing his nature without restraint.
However, if he actually did that, it wouldn't take long for several cities to be destroyed…
…and for the hybrids to gang up and take him down.
Even if Fenrir had no conscious desire to destroy, his everyday actions alone were enough to wreak havoc on the world.
It was like stepping on an ant while walking—
You didn't even realize you'd done it,
but the ant was already dead.
That was the state Fenrir lived in.
He was simply too strong.
His overwhelming power didn't match his mental maturity—
like a child holding a nuclear warhead, ready to detonate it at any moment.
Ren Asakura extended his hand,
and Fenrir gently lowered his massive head.
Ren stroked the proud Dragon King.
The shockwaves from Fenrir's release caused tremors near the Beijing subway.
Jörmungandr, disguised as a human and studying among them, suddenly felt the vibrations beneath her feet.
Her pupils shrank.
"No… it can't be…"
She shot to her feet.
The teacher lecturing on stage noticed her odd behavior—
this usually top-performing student was acting strange today.
Jörmungandr forced a smile and said:
"Teacher, something just came to mind—I need to take a leave!"
With that, she quickly exited.
In an instant, she began accelerating into dragon form, rushing toward her own Nibelungen.
Beijing was the capital of this country.
A thriving metropolis—
With a permanent population in the tens of millions.
Helicopters from the TV towers often came to shoot footage here.
If Fenrir appeared here, it would undoubtedly cause a massive commotion.
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