Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 181 Reality or Illusion? He Can't Tell
Lu Mingfei stood in the bustling crowd, glanced at the train ticket in his hand, and looked up at the church-like roof of the Chicago train station.

At his feet was his suitcase, and behind him was the starving senior brother he had just met, wolfing down a hamburger.

Thanks to that beautiful senior sister, Lu Mingfei's poor financial situation suddenly turned around, so that when he met this poor senior brother who looked like a beggar, he could generously buy him a hamburger.

Lu Mingfei, a gifted child and a new student studying abroad, finally ended his long vacation and boarded a United Airlines flight alone, crossing the ocean and landing at Chicago International Airport.

According to the itinerary given by the college secretary Norma, he will take the CC1000 express train from Chicago train station to Cassell College.

But he couldn't find the bus no matter how hard he looked, and even the staff on duty said they didn't know there was such a bus.

Just when he thought something might have gone wrong, the beggar brother appeared and started asking for food in the standard way.

He called himself Finkel von Frings, a tall and burly young man with a handsome face buried in his beard. His dark green plaid shirt and loose-fitting trousers had not been washed for who knows how long, making him look like a professional beggar.

What finally dispelled his doubts was that identical ticket.

So the two of them each held a cup of Coke and chatted while looking for a car.

"Senior brother, what grade are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Eighth grade."

"Eighth grade?" Lu Mingfei choked on his Coke.

"Oh, actually it's the fourth grade, but I was held back," said Finkel.

"Why is it eighth grade?"

"I stayed here for four consecutive years..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt worried about his future. Seeing his panicked look, Finkel comforted him, "It's okay. Repeating a grade is a rare event. Normally, you won't repeat a grade."

"It's better to worry about how we get to school than to worry about that. Our campus is in the mountains. There is only this train to get there. Otherwise, we have to take a plane. And no one knows the schedule of this train. People of lower class have to wait for the train."

"Class?" Lu Mingfei asked, "What is that?"

"It's something like aristocratic status. Students with higher ranks will have privileges, such as priority in the school's car dispatch or something."

The two walked to the empty terrace and looked at the lonely railroad tracks. Lu Mingfei asked curiously, "How long do we have to wait?"

"I don't know. Anyway, at my current level, I can wait any longer." Finkel shrugged indifferently: "Just wait. This is what people of low class do."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder how low this class was. Finkel said it was probably similar to the serf class in the Middle Ages. Lu Mingfei was depressed, and Finkel comforted him by saying that there were actually people lower than serfs, and some people's class was like mules.

Then they waited for two days in a row. Afraid of missing the unscheduled bus, they did not dare to go out and could only sleep on the bench in the waiting hall wrapped in blankets.

Another night fell, and they were the only two left in the waiting hall again. Finkel strolled around with his textbook in his arms, while Lu Mingfei wrapped himself in a blanket, curled up on a wooden bench and dozed off.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how long this long wait would end. He seemed to hear the sound of bells in a daze, and inexplicably thought of the wasteland under the moon and the distant dark church, and the crowd with torches running on the wasteland.

The bell sounds from the church, monotonous, hollow, yet real and magnificent.

Lu Mingfei was startled, not knowing why he thought of these things. He opened his eyes and saw a boy sitting silently beside him, looking up at the huge moon rising outside the window.

The boy looked like a Chinese, about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a pure black evening gown, and a glow was flowing on his childish face.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know why such a young child had such silence and sadness on his face, as if saying “I have lived for thousands of years”. Moreover, there were so many empty rows of benches next to him, but the boy chose to sit next to him, as if waiting for him to wake up.

Lu Mingfei lifted the blanket and sat next to the boy. The two of them just looked at the moonlight silently. Time passed slowly, as if they were two people watching the sea.

"Exchange?" the boy asked softly.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Exchange?" the boy asked again.

"What to exchange? I don't have any money..."

The boy slowly turned his head, his golden pupils flowing with flame-like light, like a mirror reflecting fire. He seemed to want to say something, but the whole space seemed to fluctuate, and the moon rippled like the sea.

A trace of ferocity flashed across the boy's face, but it was gone in a flash, and a bit of disgust and fear appeared in his brilliant golden eyes.

"People who mess with other people's business are the most hateful." The boy said irritably, and the next moment he disappeared. This abrupt way of disappearing was like erasing a pencil mark with an eraser.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Finkel drooling while sleeping beside him, as if the boy just now was just a dream of his.

But why did he have such a strange dream?
Lu Mingfei was lost in thought, and when he looked up he saw a black figure standing by the terrace.

A breeze blew by, blowing up the girl's shoulder-length black hair, revealing half of her delicate profile. Her windbreaker rustled, and she was only carrying a long baseball bag on her body.

The girl stood there quietly, her posture straight, the cold moonlight shone on her, her skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing, just like a moonlight goddess walking out of the moon, cold, indifferent, yet holy and beautiful. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but stare at her, and subconsciously murmured: "Senior Sister?!"

But before he could say anything else, the sound of a bell and a train whistle interrupted him. Finkel was awakened by the noise and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Is the car coming? Is the car coming?" Finkel asked. He looked closely and saw the thin figure. He was surprised and said, "Oh my god, why is she here?"

Lu Mingfei sensed something was wrong with the words and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"I was wondering why a car suddenly came to pick her up." Finger looked envious and pouted at the girl: "See? This is the legendary aristocratic class."

"The train arrives just as the people arrive at the station. The distinguished VIPs don't need to wait at all."

As Finkel spoke, he held up the luggage with one hand and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder with the other hand: "Let's go, little junior brother, thanks to your senior sister, we don't have to wait any longer."

Lu Mingfei's heart was filled with joy at this moment, and he immediately followed him. Meeting a familiar person in an unfamiliar place is one of the greatest blessings in life, as the saying goes, meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"Hi, junior sister!" Finger went up to greet her enthusiastically: "Why are you here just now? Hasn't the second grade started for a while?"

Yuan Zhinv's expression twisted for a rare moment, and she remained silent with a cold face.

Finkel seemed to remember something and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, yes, the Night Watch discussion forum said that you failed a grade, so you are repeating the first grade?"

Yuan Zhinu's face suddenly became colder. Finkel was very perceptive and decisively shut up. Lu Mingfei didn't understand why and weakly called out, "Senior Sister..."

Yuan Zhinv glanced at him, said "hmm" and said nothing.

Lu Mingfei wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the conductor's voice that came out of nowhere: "CC1000 Express, passengers please prepare to board the train."

Yuan Zhinu casually handed him the ticket, turned and walked towards the platform. Her attitude towards the conductor was just like a eunuch serving a princess, too attentive.

Seeing this, Finkel couldn't help but complain: "Is it that serious?"

"Hi, I'm her fan." The conductor in the dark green train uniform said with starry eyes: "Last time she was injured, I felt sad for a long time."

"But I always feel that Liuli seems to be a little colder. Wasn't she very gentle before?" He said as he took the tickets from Finkel and Lu Mingfei.

When the conductor saw Lu Mingfei's ticket, his beautiful green eyes lit up: "Lu Mingfei? I'm so sorry, there was an error in the dispatch. Your level is 'S', but there was an error in the system and no train was sent."

"'S'?" Finkel's eyes widened: "You and Her Majesty the Queen are actually at the same level?"

Lu Mingfei just felt confused. From the moment he stepped into the station, everything seemed so strange.

A train that is not on the train schedule, strange seniors, and that strange dream.

With their minds full of chaotic thoughts, they followed the conductor onto the platform. The high-speed train stopped on the tracks with the glaring headlights on. The beautiful girl was nowhere to be found, and presumably she had already boarded the train.

Outside the only open door of the car stood a familiar figure - Professor Guderian.

The train sped through the dark night. Lu Mingfei and Finkel sat on one side, and opposite them were Fengjian Liuli and Professor Guderian.

The girl hadn't spoken since she got on the bus, but her aura was so strong that even Professor Guderian seemed a little restrained.

"Mingfei, you may need to receive some admission guidance before you enroll." Guderian said, "Before that, please sign a confidentiality agreement."

A strange document written in a mixture of Latin and Chinese was handed over. Lu Mingfei signed it in a daze. He still couldn't figure out what happened.

"Very good. I know you have a lot of doubts now, but it doesn't matter. You will understand after receiving the admission guidance."

Guderian said this, stood up, grabbed a corner of the canvas on the huge oil painting behind him, and shook it open.

The hideous picture was exposed under the light. The moment Lu Mingfei's eyes touched the painting, he felt as if he was being pushed out by a huge force.

That was the pressure of that painting.

In the picture, the sky is iron blue mixed with the color of fire. The only giant tree stands upright, with dead branches stretching in all directions, supporting the cracked sky.

The wasteland was littered with dead bones. A giant black beast rose from the depths of the skeleton, its wings full of skulls, and it raised its head to spit out black flames.

A shrill scream echoed in Lu Mingfei's head, as if it was the giant beast roaring. All kinds of scenes that he dared not imagine in his nightmares flashed before his eyes.

A young man with golden pupils on his forehead lay on a black stone throne, with a white bone sword stuck in his chest; girls rolled over on the stone altar, screaming in pain; the woman tied to the bronze pillar slowly opened her eyes, her white hair flying, and two lines of thick bloody tears flowed from her eyes...

Lu Mingfei's mind went blank, but at this moment, the girl sitting opposite him raised her eyes, and her delicate face strangely overlapped with the bloody woman in the picture.

They obviously didn't look alike, but Lu Mingfei inexplicably had a feeling that it was the woman sitting in front of him, as if the skin might change a thousand times, but the soul hidden inside remained the same.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei suddenly couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

(End of this chapter)