Jörmungandr was a clever girl. She could foresee what would happen if her brother suddenly appeared in the skies above Beijing.
"Damn it… Who could it be? Could it really be him? No, that's impossible—he can't be back so soon. I haven't even begun what I need to do…"
In the dragon world, hybrids hid the truth of dragons' existence.
The secrets of dragons were too overwhelming for ordinary people.
For the sake of societal stability, they had no choice but to keep it hidden.
Before Jörmungandr could rush back, a deafening dragon roar echoed across the city.
Massive cracks split open the surface near the Beijing subway, forming a vast chasm.
The exit of the Nibelungen had opened.
A colossal black shadow emerged from the opening, blotting out the sky.
A fifty-meter-long body spiraled through the air above.
The aura of the Dragon King blanketed the entire region.
Ren Asakura sat atop Fenrir's head, looking down at the tiny humans on the ground.
That day, humanity remembered the fear of being ruled by dragons.
Fenrir flapped his mighty wings—he was finally free.
The sun in the sky was so bright, so beautiful.
The white clouds, the blue sky, the towering skyscrapers—he was curious about it all.
But he didn't realize the overwhelming pressure he naturally emitted had already drawn in enemies of the Dragon King: the hybrids.
With Fenrir's appearance, hybrid clans across the globe received reports and intel—
A Dragon King had appeared in Beijing: The King of Earth and Mountains!
One by one, the hybrid clans were thrown into chaos.
They were all descended from ancient dragon-slaying families.
Fenrir looked down at the city below—so filled with skyscrapers that there was nowhere to land.
"I want to eat potato chips!"
Ren Asakura gently patted Fenrir's forehead.
"Sure! But first, let's climb a little higher. Trouble is coming."
Beijing was, after all, the capital. Its military power was formidable.
If Fenrir hadn't emerged over the heart of the city, intercontinental missiles might've already leveled the area.
Fenrir nodded.
His massive wings flapped rapidly as he ascended higher and higher into the clouds.
Just then, several fighter jets streaked across the sky in the distance.
They flew toward where Fenrir had last been seen—but ultimately, they found nothing.
Within the clouds, Ren Asakura and the others sat calmly atop the Dragon King's head.
Mai clung tightly to Ren Asakura, terrified that Fenrir might toss her off with a careless jolt.
Lu Mingfei was doing a bit better—he simply sat on the dragon's head, admiring the distant view.
Old Tang and Constantine didn't seem too fazed.
Mai might've been the first hybrid ever to ride on the head of a Dragon King.
It was a breathtaking experience.
Ren Asakura turned his head slightly.
Whatever had been chasing them had already disappeared.
Meanwhile, the internet had completely exploded.
Beijing was a massive city, with countless commuters relying on the subway system.
That convenience came at a cost—crowded trains.
One could imagine how many people were at the station when the Dragon King appeared—how many witnessed it firsthand.
They took videos, snapped photos with their phones—
And immediately uploaded them online, shouting in amazement.
As everyone knows, no matter how dangerous the situation, posting on social media comes first.
But those videos and photos were swiftly deleted.
Internet censorship kicked in.
The incident was rapidly suppressed by various global forces.
Then came the experts, offering their explanations.
They called it a natural phenomenon—an illusion.
And those who hadn't seen the dragon with their own eyes didn't believe a word of it, no matter how much eyewitnesses swore it was true.
——
Cassell College.
An academy that trains dragon slayers.
At this moment, in the central computer room, Norma was playing a video about the King of Earth and Mountains.
It was a clip recorded by a bystander on their phone.
The footage was extremely shaky.
You could vaguely hear the panicked cries and gasps of terrified people.
The ground trembled. A massive beast circled continuously in the sky.
A terrifying pressure enveloped everything.
Even just watching the video, one could feel the awe-inspiring, majestic presence.
A Dragon King had appeared.
Everyone present watched the colossal figure in silence.
That was their future enemy—the Dragon King.
The video quickly ended.
Next, the screen began flashing photos of the event taken from various angles.
Principal Angers sat in the highest seat, eyes burning with fervor.
He was a true dragon slayer.
A madman willing to trade with the devil to slay a Dragon King.
"The Dragon King awakened and circled in the sky for a full minute before leaving… as if it had received an order…"
Angers' words were like cold water poured into a pot of boiling oil.
After the Black King's death, the Dragon Kings were the apex of the dragon hierarchy.
And the only being in history who could command them was the Black King who once ruled the world.
"Maybe the Black King is alive again—who knows?"
Spoken in a teasing tone, as if it were a joke.
The speaker was the Vice Principal, the Night Watcher—a powerful hybrid who single-handedly kept Cassell Academy in check.
His speech command, "Precept," could disable the speech abilities of hundreds or even thousands of hybrids.
He sat lazily on a soft sofa, swirling a glass of rare red wine.
Only he dared to respond to Angers in such a way.
Angers, of course, understood his old friend's personality.
"That's not a funny joke."
The Vice Principal simply shrugged.
Only the top-level dragon slayers were present at this meeting:
The ace agents of the Execution Department.
The eccentric geniuses from the Equipment Department.
The Student Council President, Caesar.
The Lionheart Society President, Chu Zihang.
The Vice Principal's star pupil, Fingal.
And more than a dozen A-ranked hybrids.
They all looked up at the vast, overwhelming figure on the screen.
Angers continued speaking:
"Later reports said that after the dragon ascended into the clouds, it vanished—as if someone had deliberately erased it."
This appearance of the King of Earth and Mountains brought with it a trove of information.
The school board had started stirring like rats sniffing sesame oil.
A Dragon King was capable of unleashing an apocalyptic speech ability.
The last time the King of Earth and Mountains appeared, it had triggered the apocalyptic Shiva Tandava speech ability in India, destroying a major city.
That speech ability was named after the world-ending dance of the Hindu god Shiva.
Norma began analyzing footage and data from across the internet to assess the Dragon King's power.
"Principal Angers, comparing on-site surveillance with online videos, it appears this Dragon King has an unusually precise control over its power. Despite the ground shaking, there was no damage to the subway station, and not a single person in the crowded area was injured."
Angers frowned deeply. That was not good news.
And if Norma's cloud-based computing had come to such a conclusion—
it was likely the real truth.
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