Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King

Wuling instinctively looked toward the door.

A familiar face, familiar hair, familiar bandages.

What a small world.

They were both surprised for a moment when they saw each other.

"You?" ×2

Wuling suddenly remembered that he still didn't know her name, so he didn't say anything else. The girl opposite him was clearly in the same situation, and for a moment, neither knew what to say.

"You two... know each other?"

In the end, Nabomo was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

The two of them had fallen silent as soon as they met. Could there be some tangled history of love and hate between them? A breakup? Cheating? A mistress? A long-distance relationship? Surely it couldn't be incest, could it?

The two staring at each other had no idea just how much blame they were being saddled with. If they had known, they would probably have picked the person responsible up and slammed her down like a snap pop.

Suddenly, the girl standing by the door did something that took everyone present by surprise.

She raised her left hand to cover her left eye, then thrust it forward.

"Burst forth, reality!"

Wuling froze for a moment. Once he realized what was happening, he smiled.

So she wants to compete with me at this? How ridiculous.

Back in middle school, he had been the Ultimate Cosmic Interdimensional Dark Golden-Eyed Blood-Winged Abyssal Black Dragon King, a name that struck fear into the entire school. Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King for short.

Wuling first swept back his black hair with an extraordinarily flashy flourish, then spread the fingers of his left hand and thrust it forward.

"Snap, nerves!"

Danya: ⊙▽⊙

Nabomo: (☆∀☆)

Wuling: (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Gray-haired girl: ✪ω✪

Everyone: (ﾉ ○ Д ○)ﾉ

...Fuck, what the hell was I just doing?

Some strange power seemed to have been controlling his body just now, making him instinctively strike that pose.

I'm finished. My lifelong reputation!

Just as Wuling was feeling regretful, he suddenly felt a hand grip his thigh.

"Hm?"

He looked down and saw Nabomo's sparkling eyes. At her signal, Wuling turned to look behind him.

Behind him, all the club members who had been sitting quietly in the activity room had risen to their feet in unison, their gazes burning with the same fire.

The next second, the whole room descended into chaos.

Almost simultaneously, they all struck incredibly chuunibyou poses.

Some pointed at the sky with one hand, while others covered an eye. Wuling even saw someone half-kneeling on the floor and tearing at their clothes.

"Banish this world!"

"I'll wipe out every vengeful ghost in the world! No more tragedies!"

"One sword cleaves the surging heavenly river; the immortal zombie has not died and returns once more!"

"At the peak of immortality, standing proud above the world, where I, An Lan, stand, heaven stands!"

"I am Yang Jian of the Ghost Eyes, now officially online."

"The blood of a mortal king must end by the sword!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don't bully a poor young man!"

"One hand battles three thousand emperors! Two palms sweep across thirteen provinces!"

"Awoo!"

Hey, that last guy, aren't you in the wrong show? This isn't a zoo.

One chuunibyou line after another rang out. Watching the chaotic spectacle before him, Wuling couldn't help the corners of his mouth slowly rising.

Fuck! I came to the right place!

This is where I belong! My chuunibyou soul is burning bright!

Nabomo's eyes shone even brighter. She stared fixedly at the two of them with stars in her eyes, so excited she was nearly jumping, unable to suppress her smile.

Fuck! I recruited the right people!

Only Danya stood rooted to the spot, staring at the scene before her, which resembled a psychiatric hospital, at a loss for words.

Fuck, the Star Society is finished.

Wait, why am I saying fuck too? And why am I saying "too"?

Fuck, I'm finished too.

The gray-haired girl stepped forward and held out her hand to Wuling.

"Hecate, Phrolova."

Wuling firmly clasped her outstretched hand.

"Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, Wuling."

At this moment, Wuling had no idea that this decision would one day plunge him into an abyss called absurdity. Or perhaps it would free his true nature?

Meanwhile, Phrolova quietly pulled her hand back. To an outsider, it had looked like an ordinary handshake, but only Phrolova knew how absurdly strong that grip had been.

A numb, dull ache lingered in her palm. She quietly tucked her hand behind her back and rubbed her fingertips, frantically replaying the moment in her mind.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...

He really doesn't hold back when shaking hands, does he?!

No wonder he calls himself the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King. So he really does have the strength to back it up?

Phrolova looked up again at Wuling, who wore a righteous expression and radiated presence, and a spark of competitiveness quietly ignited in her gray eyes.

All right, you're strong.

I, Phrolova, will remember you.

I'll let you show off for today. Sooner or later, I'll surpass you in every way!

Wuling, meanwhile, was completely unaware of the girl's hidden desire to compete with him.

Having announced the imposing nickname he hadn't used in so long, all he felt now was an exuberant rush.

His long-dormant chuunibyou soul had fully awakened. He stood tall, radiating presence, and even seemed to want more.

After the excitement had gone on for quite a while, Nabomo finally raised her hands and pressed them down, barely managing to stop everyone's passionate revelry.

"Stop, stop, stop. Everyone, settle down for a moment."

Only then did the club members reluctantly drop their poses, though the fire in their eyes had yet to fade.

Nabomo cleared her throat and began the formal introductions.

"To introduce them properly: today, for the first time in two years, the Star Society is welcoming two new members at once."

She first turned to Wuling.

"This is Wuling, our junior. He's a real handsome guy, and you all heard his declaration just now. From now on, he's officially a member of our club, and his codename is Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King."

Then she turned to Phrolova, who stood to one side with one eye covered.

"This is our junior Phrolova, codename Hecate. She's a real beauty. Everyone, make sure you get along."

"Um."

Wuling raised his right hand to show he had something to say.

"I don't know why we have codenames, but could I change mine to Rover? I'm more used to hearing that one."

"All right, since that's what you want, Wuling, your codename from now on will be Rover plus Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King. Two codenames!"

Nabomo was holding a board that had appeared at some point, and she slapped it to make the decision official.

Everyone's gazes fell on the two of them in unison, and almost at the same time, they all nodded.

"OK, now that everyone's here, let the welcoming event begin!"

"Long live the president! Mighty president! Long live the president, long live, ten thousand years!" ×16

"Hahahaha! My loyal subjects, rise. No need for ceremony."

Nabomo couldn't stop smiling. This was the first time they had ever been so obedient, and it felt incredible.

The two standing to the side stared in a daze.

Wait, is this an event or a coronation? Why does it feel like an imperial court session?

So Nabomo has such a high standing in the Star Society? I never noticed before.

"Come on, come on, hurry over. This is the perfect chance for you to try your president's cooking."

Nabomo ushered the two of them to their seats and handed each of them a cookie that was still slightly warm to the touch.

Under her expectant gaze, Wuling opened his mouth and took a bite.

Mm, cranberry flavored, too. It tastes great.

(This damn hospital makes me work Saturdays and Sundays too. Two weeks straight, not a penny of pay, and I even have to pay out of pocket. Ah, fuck. If heaven gave me another chance, I would never study medicine again.)

(Those damn leaders who find it easy to talk when they're not the ones suffering should be strung up on streetlights.)