The Three Gorges Water Monster Is You!

"Actually, you were the one who killed the Dragon King Norton, weren't you?"

Lu Mingfei froze at the words.

Luo Qiusheng continued, unhurried, "The monster in the Three Gorges Reservoir?"

With his sharp eyes, Luo Qiusheng noticed Chen Motong approaching, so he immediately stood up, left Lu Mingfei's side, and began chatting with Finger.

Chen Motong handed a piece of chocolate to Lu Mingfei, who was still dazed and lost in thought.

"Why have you been so absent-minded lately? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

Lu Mingfei's gaze inadvertently flickered toward Luo Qiusheng. Chen Motong noticed this, paused, and then sighed helplessly.

To Chen Motong, Luo Qiusheng was a man of contradictions—he seemed kind to everyone, yet simultaneously distant from everyone. Her profiling ability, when applied to him, could barely foresee the slightest beginning, let alone anything that followed.

The last time they met was in China when they encountered Lu Mingfei. Luo Qiusheng had been the one to seek them out. Guderian had just finished receiving Lu Mingfei and intended to leave, only to discover someone causing destruction in the city.

Through her [Profiling] ability, Chen Motong had identified the person, but she couldn't read what kind of Spirit he was using.

This time, it was the scene from shortly before when Luo Qiusheng approached Constantine. She had tried hard to deduce the past, but the results were far from satisfactory; all traces related to Luo Qiusheng had vanished, as if he had disappeared from this world into thin air.

But then she remembered the words she often kept on her lips: "No one dares to bully my little brother."

She immediately headed toward Luo Qiusheng, only to be stopped by Lu Mingfei.

Perhaps he was afraid that Luo Qiusheng would spill the secret about the Three Gorges Reservoir. Although he didn't know how Luo Qiusheng had found out, he didn't dare to gamble on whether he would speak.

Even if he did speak, they might not necessarily believe him...

What am I even thinking about?

Catching a glimpse of Lu Mingfei's embarrassment, Luo Qiusheng secretly made a shushing gesture toward him.

After eating half a piece of chocolate that Finger had shoved into his hand, Luo Qiusheng finally said his goodbyes.

He found Principal Hilbert von Ange again. When Hilbert von Ange saw that it was Luo Qiusheng coming to find him, his face was immediately filled with confusion.

"Luo Qiusheng? Not spending time with your girlfriend today, coming to see this old man instead?"

"Girlfriend? Principal von Ange, you know me better than that," Luo Qiusheng said. "I've come this time to request to return to China for an execution mission, specifically for the classified files on Jormungandr's identity."

Hilbert von Ange laughed after hearing Luo Qiusheng's request. "You truly are different."

"Just like Lu Mingfei?" Luo Qiusheng asked with a smile.

"No, no, no. You seem even more interesting than him. It's as if you can see through everything, as if you can foresee the future?"

Luo Qiusheng's face remained calm. "Since you've said as much."

As he spoke, Luo Qiusheng leaned closer to von Ange, looked around, and whispered, "The Secret Party—or rather, Pompeii Gattuso—is Odin."

Hilbert von Ange was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then burst into laughter. "You're saying the head of the Gattuso family, that man who sows his seed everywhere, is Odin?"

Seeing that Luo Qiusheng's expression didn't look like he was joking, Hilbert von Ange couldn't help but frown. "Is this what you came to see me about today?"

"I know you harbor a deep hatred for the Dragon race, and I know you're a gambler. During the 3E exam, wasn't the little devil Lu Mingfei drew the Zero who escaped from Black Swan Bay?"

"Lu Mingfei has inherited her spiritual abilities and a portion of her authority. It's enough to kill those unformed dragons, but if you want to kill Odin, you must act early."

He remembered that in Dragon V, Odin devoured the King of Earth and Mountains, Fenrir, plundering his power and authority to fill the gap in his own strength. Later, he stole the White King's authority, making his power nearly a game-breaking force within the Dragon race.

It could be said that after Dragon V, Lu Mingfei was driven into the Doomsday Faction by Kassel College and betrayed by his own biological father. Seeing his mother, Giovanna, killed, he had completely reached the critical point of the "Sorrow of Blood," and the catalyst was that corpse of the Black King held by the Doomsday Faction.

The old thief Jiang Nan hadn't even finished writing it, and while Luo Qiusheng could likely guess the subsequent plot, he could never be certain.

But one thing was certain: as long as Lu Mingfei didn't become the complete monster, Odin could never die. The only way was to strangle him in the cradle before that happened.

But by now, Kassel College had already been infiltrated by the Secret Party like a sieve. If it weren't for the fact that Hilbert von Ange was still alive, Kassel College would likely have been converted into Pompeii Gattuso's private harem garden.

"I understand. So, what is it you want?"

Luo Qiusheng spoke again: "Raymond. I will assist him in completing the mission to return to headquarters. For this operation... Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei will come along too. I'm afraid of dying."

Hilbert von Ange had been nodding along to Luo Qiusheng's arrangements, but he choked at the last three words. "This mission was already intended for those two to go. On one hand, they both graduated from the same school and can look out for each other; on the other, bringing Lu Mingfei along is a bit of an insurance policy."

Hilbert von Ange no longer viewed the first-year freshman before him as an ordinary hybrid. The image of that dragon he had drawn during the 3E exam suddenly popped into his mind—vivid and lifelike, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Very well, but Lu Mingfei must be in charge of the command this time."

Hilbert von Ange said in a deep voice, "During the 3E exam, that five-clawed golden dragon you drew... I don't recall ever seeing it in the Dragon History archives. But the first time I saw it, it felt domineering. It was different from the Black King; it seemed more like a monarch."

Luo Qiusheng recalled the moment, rubbing his chin. "I studied art, maybe my foundation is just good, hehe."

Walking out of Hilbert von Ange's residence, Luo Qiusheng reminisced about the situation at the time. It felt as if an Eastern divine dragon had truly been circling in his mind.

'You see the throne, why do you not kneel!'

Shaking the chaotic thoughts from his mind, he found himself walking toward the Alchemy Department without realizing it.

"Junior Luo? You've come at the right time. The casting steps for the Qinggui Zhusui are stuck. Come help us take a look."

Luo Qiusheng was then dragged inside by a few people. There were alchemy workshops here, each corresponding to a specific alchemical item.

[Storm Torpedo], [Alchemy Bullet], [Adams], [Dragon Breath of Light and Dust]...

The last room he walked into was the alchemy room for the [Qinggui Zhusui], which was halfway through production. Nearly ten people were crowded around blueprints, several running back and forth in a panic with materials.

Someone noticed Luo Qiusheng being led in at the door, but they only glanced at him before returning to the blueprints in their hands, not taking him seriously at all.

"Junior Luo, don't mind them. They only act like that because they see you're a first-year. We only dragged you here with the mindset of treating a dead horse like a living one; don't feel any pressure."

Luo Qiusheng's eyelids twitched as he looked at the two who had dragged him in.