Blood Rage Experiment

The purgatory-like torment of several hours finally drew to a close.

The residual heat in the sealed room had yet to dissipate, and the air still lingered with the faint, bloody scent of the Dragon Tribe and the scorched smell of burnt energy.

Jiu De Mai supported herself with one hand on her knee, gasping for air as her chest heaved violently. Fine beads of cold sweat soaked through her black combat suit, clinging tightly to her exquisite curves.

Unlike her usual crisp and icy demeanor, she appeared disheveled yet radiated an extreme, formidable power. On her neck, cheeks, forearms, and even her exposed midriff, dense, pitch-black dragon scales shimmering with a cold, metallic luster were slowly writhing and receding.

That was the proof that the pure-blooded Dragon Tribe lineage had boiled over, shattering the shackles of humanity.

Her first Blood Rage had been a complete success, as she had forcibly endured the backlash of her bloodline collapsing.

Beside her, Su Enxi, who had been focused and on guard the entire time, ready to step in at a moment's notice, felt her nerves—tightly wound for a full hour—suddenly slacken. She let out a long, weary breath, her delicate brows etched with lingering fear.

She raised a hand to wipe the light sweat from her temples, watching as Jiu De Mai's breathing gradually steadied, her heart finally settling.

Luo Qiusheng stepped forward slowly, his gaze falling upon the transformed Jiu De Mai. With a hint of scrutiny and confirmation in his eyes, he asked softly, "You barely stabilized the bloodline backlash during your first Blood Rage. How do you feel now? Has your Spirit Word ability changed?"

As the final dragon scale dissolved into tiny specks of light in the air, the heavy shackles that had imprisoned her body vanished completely.

Jiu De Mai was utterly drained, unable to support herself any longer. She slumped onto the cabin's cushioned seat, her back resting heavily against the wall, yet a hearty, unrestrained smile of survival bloomed at the corners of her lips.

A long-suppressed sense of power flooded her limbs and bones—a terrifying strength far exceeding her peak, a brand-new realm that broke the limits of a Hybrid.

"This power... haha!" Mai chuckled, a sharp, piercing edge flickering in her eyes, her voice full of confidence. "Forget about ordinary high-level Hybrids; even if I were to face Caesar's Spirit Word: Kamaitachi head-on, I have absolute certainty that I could crush him!"

Luo Qiusheng nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward the indolent and stubborn Su Enxi.

Su Enxi's Spirit Word: Heavenly Deduction was the world's top-tier auxiliary ability.

There was no need for slaughter or combat; her brain was comparable to a supercomputer cluster, capable of instantly simulating billions of probability lines, calculating the flow of battle, avoiding fatal risks, manipulating hundreds of billions in capital, and planning every precise dragon-slaying operation. She was the core mastermind of their team.

"Your Heavenly Deduction has no need for Blood Rage," Luo Qiusheng said solemnly, slowly dissecting the stakes. "The core of Heavenly Deduction is deduction, calculation, and probability prediction. It is an ultimate mental aid, not a combat-type Spirit Word. When others use Blood Rage, it amplifies their physique and combat skills. If you force it, the price is breaking the balance of this world's rules."

He paused, his gaze deep, and revealed the fatal hidden danger: "Pushing extreme calculations beyond their limits will transcend conventional probability and allow you to glimpse the trajectory of fate. In the end, by calculating the secrets of heaven and foreseeing fortune and disaster, you will completely detach from the realm of ordinary people and ordinary Hybrids, becoming a 'diviner' who sees all, only to be consumed by fate."

That was merely the price on the surface.

A flicker of darkness, unnoticed by anyone, passed through Luo Qiusheng's eyes as he hid the most core, most terrifying truth.

The essence of Heavenly Deduction was never simple probability calculation.

It could pinpoint errors and lock onto the only reality amidst billions of chaotic space-time codes and countless overlapping branches of fate.

This meant that the ability had long since touched the underlying rules of the world, capable of peering into the fundamental roots of this Dragon Tribe world.

Once she overextended her limits with Blood Rage and tore through the barrier of rules, Su Enxi would see the essence of the world, but at the same time, all her hidden secrets, the roots of her bloodline, and the foreshadowing of her fate would be stripped bare by the rules of heaven and earth, exposed completely.

The consequences were unimaginable.

Yet, as soon as he finished speaking, Su Enxi raised her head. There was no retreat in her clear eyes, only a firm, stubborn resolve. She spoke word by word, "I want to use Blood Rage too. I can handle all the costs."

She was never a hothouse flower; she was one of the two trump cards of their team, the chief of logistics. Mai held the power of slaughter, and she held the power of strategy; they were indispensable to each other.

Since Mai had broken her limits, she would never be content to stay where she was.

Luo Qiusheng looked at her resolute gaze and, in the end, did not try to dissuade her again.

Another period of extreme, agonizing torment followed, lasting until late into the night. The energy fluctuations in the room grew stronger with each wave, at times violently raging, at others deathly silent.

In the small hours of the morning, all movement finally subsided.

The next day, the flight cruised steadily at ten thousand meters, heading toward the Jiangnan region.

All three were physically and mentally exhausted, pushed to their absolute limits.

The most intuitive change was the dragon pressure faintly radiating from their bodies—the dragon breath that could not be fully contained after their bloodlines had been completely activated by Blood Rage.

Ordinary passengers could not perceive the specific dragon power, but they could instinctively feel the oppression, coldness, and alienation originating from the depths of their bloodlines. Subconsciously, they avoided the trio's seats, casting strange, wary glances, and a faint sense of unease permeated the surroundings.

When the plane landed and they entered the terminal, Luo Qiusheng supported the two exhausted women on either side. Amidst the whispered discussions and the inexplicable sense of repulsion from the crowd, he steadily found seats for them to rest.

Jiu De Mai leaned back in her chair, her breathing still somewhat shallow, and glared at Luo Qiusheng. "You shouldn't have given it to her."

"She insisted," Luo Qiusheng said helplessly.

"She insisted, so you just gave it to her?" Mai raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, though she knew that with Su Enxi's personality, once a decision was made, it never changed.

They boarded and took their seats; the spacious first-class cabin was exceptionally quiet.

Su Enxi was severely overdrawn, her face as pale as paper. Weak and unable to move, she could only lean slightly against Jiu De Mai's shoulder with her eyes closed. Her brows remained furrowed, as if enduring some unknown, agonizing backlash.

Jiu De Mai accompanied her silently, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and stabilize the bloodline realm she had just broken through.

Luo Qiusheng sat alone in a window seat on the other side. His eyes were gently closed, appearing to be resting, but his consciousness had already spread out, quietly probing the changes hidden within his body.

Under the stimulation of the ritual that helped the two women achieve Blood Rage, his own dormant bloodline showed signs of agitation. A wisp of golden dragon energy lurked deep within his meridians, flowing silently, unnoticed by anyone.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Chicago, at the Kassel College President's office.

A warm yellow floor lamp illuminated a desk full of classified files, the papers stacked like a mountain.

Hilbert von Ange rubbed his chin with his fingertips, his silver hair falling over his shoulders. His eyes, which had weathered a thousand years of snow and seen through countless conspiracies and slaughters, were filled with deep contemplation and doubt. His gaze was locked firmly on the top-secret personal file of Luo Qiusheng on the screen.

"Just how many more secrets are you hiding..."

A low murmur echoed slowly in the empty office.

In his mind, a bizarre painting played on a loop—the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon that Luo Qiusheng had once drawn on a whim.

In Northern Europe, there is Nidhogg, the progenitor of the Black Dragons, and in the West, there is a vast lineage of the Dragon Tribe and a thousand-year history of Hybrids. Yet, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon is an orthodox Dragon God rooted purely in Eastern Chinese mythology—a supreme form of the Dragon Tribe that Kassel College has almost no records of, one that has never appeared before.

No ancient texts could be found, no traces existed in secret histories, and the Hybrid lineage records were entirely blank.

Why would a young Eastern Hybrid be able to precisely outline this supreme Dragon God, which exists only in Eastern legends, to the point of even manifesting its authentic draconic pressure?

As these thoughts turned, another even more bizarre matter surged into his mind.

Luo Qiusheng had once publicly ignored the absolute prohibition of the Spirit Word: Commandment; all rules of Spirit Word suppression were nothing but empty shells to him.

Based on this point alone, this exceptional talent and this constitution that transcended the world's rules were fully qualified for an S-grade rating, or perhaps even an unknown rating that surpassed S-grade.

Yet, back then, he had forcefully suppressed that rating.

A trace of helplessness and coldness flickered in Angers' eyes.

The Secret Party's Council of Elders was corrupt and stubborn, fearing all unknown powers. When he had defied public opinion to push Lu Mingfei into the S-grade seat, it had already caused those old fossils to complain incessantly and obstruct him at every turn.

If another Luo Qiusheng were to emerge, one who stood above all Hybrids, the Council of Elders would inevitably spare no cost to suppress, monitor, imprison, or even erase him.

Beyond that, there was another fatal mystery spanning a thousand years that had always haunted Angers.

The land of China has a long and storied history, with myths and legends filling the sky and earth, yet there has never been a record of an orthodox Dragon Tribe Hybrid. All records of dragons there describe them as divine beasts of the Heavenly Dao, the orthodoxy of heaven and earth, completely severed from the West's dark history of dragon-slaying.

Where, exactly, does Luo Qiusheng's bloodline originate?