In the original course of events, Lu Mingfei had been a loser kid, a pawn pushed along by Fate, an "S-Class" who only ever erupted at critical moments.
But things were different here. He was a warrior who had slain Dragon Kings twice—the King of Bronze and Fire had fallen beneath his roar in the Three Gorges, while the resurrected White King had been buried beneath the icy waters of the Abyssal Zone.
He was the rising star of the dragon-slaying world, the president of the Lionheart Society with the heart of a lion, the name professors brought up time and again in meetings.
In everyone else's eyes, he was the next Angers.
In Angers's eyes, he was the next Menek Kassel.
So when his perceptions diverged from those of everyone else in the college, they did not immediately send him to psychological counseling, inject him with sedatives, or subject him to the standard procedures used on "insane Hybrids."
They gave him time.
They let him investigate on his own. Let him prove it himself. Let him run headfirst into a wall.
Chen Motong had come. His guide, the big sister he respected, had flown halfway around the world with him without a second word, simply because she thought the dog she had picked up was depressed and needed to be taken for a walk.
Caesar had come too. Though it was mainly because of Nono, he was still willing to join in this madness for once.
Finn had come as well. When Caesar casually hauled the old hand who had failed to graduate for nine years onto the plane at the airport, he had still been clutching half a roast goose in his arms.
Out of Lu Mingfei's sight, Kassel College had already assembled a dedicated team of professors.