I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

"Hello, classmate Han Qingcheng. I am the college's psychological counselor, teacher Masashi Toyama."

Sitting on the single sofa, a man who almost had the words "I am Japanese" written on his face stood up and introduced himself to Han Qingcheng.

"Good afternoon, Professor Schneider, teacher Masashi Toyama."

After Han Qingcheng said hello to the two of them, at Schneider's signal, he sat on the sofa opposite Masashi Toyama.

"You must have had a restless sleep on the plane. Let's hurry up. After the orientation training is completed, I will arrange for someone to take you back to your dormitory and have a good rest at night."

Schneider walked around the desk and sat down, then said calmly.

"The entrance counseling at Kassel College is quite special. In the past, many students suffered from great psychological discomfort during this process. This is why I invited teacher Masashi Toyama."

Han Qingcheng, who was well aware of the content of Kassel's entrance training, smiled and said in his heart that teaching you this operation is a bit redundant.

"Different from the general education content in society, the courses at Cassel College are hugely different from the knowledge you have learned in the past. We are a college that specializes in the study of a particular field of knowledge."

"What about superpowers? It's like the X Academy in the X-Men, a gathering place for super warriors."

Han Qingcheng said with a smile.

In the persona he presented to Schneider, this was his perception of Cassel College.

"It is indeed similar, but our research subject is not so-called mutants, but dragons!"

Apparently, the executive director has also read Marvel works.

"dragon?"

Han Qingcheng tried his best to make the surprised expression on his face more natural. After all, there was a professional with profound knowledge in psychology sitting opposite him.An overly exaggerated expression would undoubtedly be self-defeating in front of this teacher.

"Professor Schneider, I know your Chinese is excellent, but are you sure that the dragon you are talking about is the same creature as the dragon in our traditional Chinese mythology?"

A remote control that he didn't know where suddenly appeared in Schneider's hand.

As the button was pressed, the micro projector suspended from the ceiling of the office began to operate, and a light curtain was projected on the wall-to-wall projection screen.

It was a ferocious scene, with burning flames vaguely visible in the iron-blue sky, and a towering tree that could not be described in words thrust straight into the sky.Countless withered branches stretched out in all directions, intertwining into a ferocious dense network.

A huge black beast soared into the sky from the dead bones and remains on the ground, seemingly intending to shatter the broken sky.

Countless skeletons hung on the huge wings that stretched out to cover the sky and the sun.The terrifying bloody mouth opened wide, and dark red flames spewed out from between the sharp teeth.

An oil painting that surpasses any great work of art in the world was printed on the front wall.

A heavy and depressing atmosphere silently filled the room.

Even Han Qingcheng, a pseudo-mixed race, could faintly feel a trace of pressure from the giant black shadow that covered the sky and the sun.

"Dragon King Nidhogg. We also often call him - the Black King."

After giving Han Qingcheng two full minutes of shock, Schneider said calmly.

"I know that when Nidhogg bit off the roots of the World Tree, when Najirfa was built, and when Hati and Skull swallowed the sun and moon, Ragnarok came and the world perished."

Han Qingcheng looked away from the huge projection and met Schneider's iron-gray indifferent eyes.

"I've read a little bit of Norse mythology, and there's this record in it."

"I saw in the file records retrieved by Norma that your grades in cultural classes were not excellent. I thought you didn't have a hobby of reading. I didn't expect you to have read such unpopular books as Norse mythology. "

Obviously, based on the information provided by Norma, Schneider was a little surprised by Han Qingcheng's knowledge.

Without giving the topic a chance to change, Schneider continued: "This is the dragon I'm talking about. It is the same creature as the dragon that exists in Chinese myths and legends. It's just that the legend is passed down orally from ancient times, and totem culture has great significance. Regional characteristics, as time changes, the dragons that exist in myths and legends in various places have also become unique."

"Professor, are you going to tell me next that this legendary creature still exists today?"

There was a hint of ridicule in Han Qingcheng's tone.

Masashi Toyama on the side could not help but jump slightly.

It seems that this is the first time in many years that a student can face the director of the executive department with such a tone written all over his body.Even a student who hasn't even started school yet.

Schneider didn't respond at all to Han Qingcheng's questions. He just looked at Han Qingcheng silently without saying a word.

As if he couldn't bear the pressure from Schneider's cold gaze, Han Qingcheng said with a stern expression: "Okay, I understand, Professor, the answer is yes."

"But why are there no records of the survival activities of this creature in all our history and on the Internet? It seems that it only exists in myths, novels and movies."

Obviously, Han Qingcheng gave in, but he did not give in completely.He is trying to use facts to refute power.

"That's because for thousands of years, countless people have used their lives and blood to write this history without the presence of the Dragon Clan. And these people have all been buried in the war against the Dragon Clan."

Schneider's voice was still cold and cold. Next, he briefly told Han Qingcheng some famous historical events involving dragons from the ancient times to the present when humans overthrew the rule of the dragons.

Han Qingcheng, who was sitting on the sofa, was silent and kept sitting in the same posture for about two or three minutes.

Han Qingcheng straightened his upper body, leaning slightly forward, and took out a pack of cigarettes brought from China from the left pocket of his clothes.After taking out a cigarette and holding it in his mouth, he fumbled around for a while, but suddenly remembered that the lighter had been thrown away during the security check.

Stopping Masashi Toyama, who wanted to remind Han Qingcheng not to smoke, with his eyes, Schneider bent down and took out an old-fashioned bronze lighter from the drawer of the coffee table and threw it to Han Qingcheng.

Han Qingcheng, who noticed Toyama Masashi's expression and movements, suddenly realized that the smell of smoke was very unfriendly to Schneider, who needed to rely on machines to support his breathing function.But Han Qingcheng still lit the fire in order to show the huge shock in his heart with the action of smoking.

He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke in his lungs.

"Professor, please forgive me for being rude. It's just that my more than ten years of educational experience and my understanding of world history make it difficult for me to accept what you just said, the so-called truth behind history, in a short period of time."

"If according to what you said, our ancient Chinese real dragon emperor was not a real emperor, but a real dragon."