"Ghoul?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, chewing over the ominous-sounding word.
"Yes, a ghoul." Kazama Ruri's voice dropped, carrying a note of self-mockery. "In his eyes, this world follows the cruelest, most primitive law: the strong devour the value of the weak. To him, I am a useful tool. But once my value is exhausted—he will 'eat' me without hesitation, not even leaving my bones behind."
He raised his eyes, sweeping his gaze across the group. "Kazama Ruri is my stage name in the host world. My real name is Genji Wakana."
"Genji Wakana? What is your relationship with Minamoto Chisaki?" Chu Zihang asked.
"He is my older brother. Though we are brothers, he is an emperor while I am an oni. Not only am I not noble, I am instead one of the lowliest. According to the Secret Party's Abraham Bloodline Pact, I am the kind of dangerous individual who should have been isolated from human society from birth."
"Then why do you think we would cooperate with you? The Eight Clans of the Serpent may have conflicts with the college headquarters, but no matter how great those conflicts are, they cannot surpass the opposition between us and the Nippon Stronghold," Caesar said.
"Do you know Japanese mythology?" Kazama Ruri suddenly asked.
"You mean things like Amaterasu? I've read a little." Lu Mingfei pulled out his booklet on Japanese mythology and history.
Caesar could not help glancing sideways. On such a perilous escape route, this guy had actually not thrown that booklet away!
"Japanese mythology actually also originated from the history of Dragon Kind. There is a floor within Genji Heavy Industries where many ancient murals are preserved. The Newly Compiled Kojiki drew its material from those murals.
"Let us begin with those murals—one of them depicts a skeleton. In