As the Golden Hoop settled onto him, a vast power surged from it into Lu Mingfei's body, and with it came instructions for how to use it.
"Shine! Brilliant Gem!" Lu Mingfei looked around, saw no one besides the unconscious robber, and shouted it despite his embarrassment.
The next instant, the staff in Lu Mingfei's hand shattered, transforming into a massive pink heart-shaped gem embedded in his chest.
"Boom!" The air was suddenly forced aside, blasting up a cloud of mist.
Then, a thick, powerful hand reached out from the mist and slowly tore it apart.
What appeared before Chu Ke was a Muscle Devil Man—Lu Mingfei—wearing a pink skirt, his white stockings split apart by his bulging muscles! Lu Mingfei slowly raised his hands, looked at his massive, muscular three-meter-tall body, and fell into a long silence.
"So? This perfect physique, like a god of war?" Chu Ke broke the silence and asked smugly.
"Fuck you!" Lu Mingfei no longer even had a staff he could smash against the ground. He could only swing his fists through the air, setting off enormous blasts of wind.
"With this body and this skirt, no matter how I look at it, I'm a pervert!"
"Eh, not quite." Chu Ke disagreed. "There's no 'looks like.' Be confident. You are a pervert now!"
"Is that the confidence I need? That's not what I wanted!!!" Lu Mingfei wailed.
Actually, he could accept the Magical Girl outfit at first. To be fair, Lu Mingfei's face was fairly delicate. As long as he did not speak, no one would think he was a cross-dressing pervert, especially since he had a hood he could wear.
But with this physique, he was the kind of pervert a normal person could glimpse from eight hundred meters away and still lose sleep over for three days! "It's fine, it's fine." Chu Ke held back his laughter. He had wanted to pat Lu Mingfei on the shoulder to comfort him, but when he saw the sturdy biceps outlined beneath that little skirt, he withdrew his hand.
"You're fucking holding back laughter, aren't you? And why did you pull your hand back? You think it's disgusting too, right?!" Lu Mingfei's fragile self-esteem was wounded by that tiny gesture from Chu Ke.
"Eh, how about I compensate you?" Chu Ke suddenly raised a finger, wearing an expression that said, "I have an idea."
"What compensation could possibly heal my wounded heart?!" The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the more indignant he became. Ever since getting that necklace, his life and dignity had become complete strangers. If he could go back in time, he would definitely punch that shop owner twice!
"That would be—the location where a Dragon King is sleeping!" Chu Ke spread his hands, and a slip of paper appeared in his palm with a "ding-ding" sound out of thin air.
Lu Mingfei froze. "What's a Dragon King? The one with the crooked mouth?"
Chu Ke slapped his forehead. "I forgot you don't know yet. Anyway, go ask Caesar. He knows."
"Emm, okay." Lu Mingfei accepted the note skeptically and shot Chu Ke a sidelong glance.
A string of numbers was written on the note. They were probably coordinates.
This guy isn't messing with me, is he?
On the other side of the globe, it was morning. Inside the underground Equipment Department testing grounds at Kassel Academy.
A group of researchers in white coats surrounded a masked muscle Magical Girl, testing something. Two people stood nearby.
One of them wore a gas mask and said disdainfully to the other, "Principal, could you stay farther away from me? You smell awful."
The handsome white-haired old man known as the principal wordlessly stepped back half a pace.
Only the Equipment Department bunch, who lived on fried chicken and cola every day, would hate this new custom-made perfume.
"How are the results?" Principal Ange decided to skip the topic and ask about the situation.
"They're absurd!" The man in the gas mask sounded somewhat angry. "How can a fucking Magical Girl be this buff? Those thighs are about to burst through the stockings! This is an insult to our Magical Girl faction!"
"I asked for the specific data, not what you think of him." Ange was used to these people going off on tangents, though he also thought it was pretty absurd.
"Oh, that." The gas-mask man flipped a page in the report and shook loose some fried-chicken crumbs caught inside. "First, the equipment on him—the transformation necklace and the skirt he's wearing now, that sort of thing. We couldn't damage them by any means. Not even the slightest deformation."
"Under an electron microscope, at maximum magnification, the atoms inside appeared to be fixed in place by some kind of force. In other words, the legendary rigid-body model of physics." The gas-mask man clenched his fist angrily again. "That's what pisses me off the most. It proves they really are Magical Girls, but why are they male?!"
"Then there's the data after his transformation. He can easily reach the speed of sound, his punches have the force of a one-kilogram TNT explosion, and his skin is incredibly tough. Conventional firearms cannot injure him at all."
"Unfortunately, he won't communicate with us, otherwise we could learn his specific feelings. Eh, come to think of it, his back looks very familiar. Principal, don't you think so?"
"Cough, cough." Ange coughed awkwardly and changed the subject. "Those figures are comparable to some Next Generation Species."
Of course he looked familiar. You see Caesar every day. But Ange had promised to keep his secret, and he would not break his word.
Even now, it all felt a little surreal to him. He had lived for over a hundred years, only to learn that something as absurd as Magical Girls existed in this world.
But it did not matter. They were on his side, and as long as they could slay dragons, that was enough.
At that moment, Caesar, who had been testing nearby in a hood, walked over and gestured for Ange to speak somewhere else.
Ange nodded and followed him to a corner. "What is it?"
"Lu Mingfei sent a message. He said his familiar gave him information—the location of a sleeping Dragon King." Caesar pulled a phone out from beneath his skirt and handed it over.
At the news, Ange's pupils contracted slightly, and the aura of a lone old lion king involuntarily spread from him.
Then he looked at the phone, then at Caesar's skirt. After hesitating for a moment, he still took it.
Caesar explained, "I took it out of the pocket inside!"
"Mm, understood." Ange nodded.
The phone displayed the coordinates Lu Mingfei had sent. After calling up Noma to compare them, Ange found that they pointed to a dam called Three Gorges on the other side of the globe.
Ange had long suspected there was something wrong with that place. The Execution Department personnel dispatched there often detected faint heartbeats. Now, it had been confirmed.
"Next week, I'll arrange for specialists to dive down and search." Ange gave an official response. "You will assist them when the time comes. If necessary, contact Lu Mingfei."
"Okay." Caesar nodded.
Seeing that his information had reached Kassel's side, Chu Ke did not linger any longer. He returned to his own world and began preparing dinner for the day.
When he read Dragon Raja, he had always thought Lu Mingfei's life was practically a 996 grind—almost one Dragon King per semester.
This time, Chu Ke had pushed the plot forward. They should be able to deal with the King of Bronze and Fire before Lu Mingfei enrolled in June. Then, with his first-year schedule freed up, Chu Ke could wander into other worlds and start new scripts.
And test one of his ideas on Lao Tang.
At that thought, Chu Ke revealed a cheerful smile. "Hehehe, with the intelligence of T0 Intel Chu Ke, nothing will be able to hide!"
This book had recently entered the library, so the numbers should rise a bit.
Also, school was starting soon, so he was adjusting his sleep schedule. Updates should gradually return to normal.
Lastly, thank you to all the readers for your support. New writer, new book—please support me in every way! Onegai, onegai! oz2
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