Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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However, in reality, both the Secret Service and the Orthodox Society act like ancient aristocratic families. Although they are both keeping up with the forefront of new technologies like the Internet, they still harbor a deep distrust of things that are easily tampered with. They have a stronger belief in solid "contracts," even though contracts can be torn up at any time.

At the same time, this file records the incantations that each of the enrolled students possesses, which is what truly distinguishes the hybrids from ordinary humans.

This is another reason why Xia Mi and Wang Anzhi, both A-level, specially came to deliver this document.

After a cursory glance at the file, Professor Guderian was even somewhat surprised to find that the "Word of Power" section in Wang Anzhi's file was "blank." This was certainly not because the orthodox or preparatory classes were deliberately concealing anything, because Xia Mi's file next to it showed the suffix "Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King."

The only explanation is that Wang Anzhi's Word of Power has not yet awakened, which is relatively common among wild hybrids, but rare for organizations like Kassel College and orthodox societies.

Generally speaking, students in the preparatory class of Kassel College take the 3E exam earlier than those in the main campus. Facing an extremely profound spiritual vision, most hybrids awaken their Word Power during this process, with few exceptions.

However, there are some exceptions. The awakening of their own Word Power takes a very long time. This is because the "spiritual vision" they face in the 3E exam is not enough to stimulate their hearts, so the awakening of Word Power is out of the question.

The 3E exam has only had eight sets of papers for years. Is it because they don't want to change it?

No, it's simply because they can no longer find any other way to allow people to enter a special "spiritual vision" in a relatively safe manner and thus awaken the power of words, like these eight sets of papers. Apart from the 64 dragon words discovered by Nicolas Flamel, no one has been able to discover new dragon words and arrange them into sentences for people to safely awaken the power of words.

In a sense, the eight sets of 3E exam papers, or rather the 64 dragon phrases hidden within them, represent the "foundation" that distinguishes legitimate hybrids from wild hybrids.

Chen Motong, also known as Nuonuo, is in this situation. Perhaps she has other special characteristics, but the inability to awaken the Word Spirit cannot be attributed to this one special characteristic.

Guderian speculated that Wang Anzhi might be in a similar situation.

From the bottom of his heart, this kind-hearted professor certainly didn't want his students to face the pain of awakening to the power of words through something they would remember for a lifetime, but sometimes things don't go as planned.

He sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to go to Beijing this year and made you come all the way here, but as you can see, things haven’t been going very smoothly for me here.”

The professor pointed to the books beside him and the other books placed around. Wang Anzhi glanced at them and immediately noticed Lu Mingfei's books, such as "An Introduction to Psychology" and "How to Help Someone Get Rid of an Impossible Relationship." So he quickly told Xia Mi that it was no trouble and that they could also take advantage of the college's funds for a free trip.

Professor Guderian smiled and said, "It's nothing to do with a publicly funded trip. Even after I leave, you can only check out of the rooms here through Norma before you leave. Any other expenses can be reimbursed by the college."

Seeing the two students cheering and jumping for joy, Professor Guderian also seemed very happy, and for a moment he even recalled the happy times he and Professor Manstein had spent in...the mental hospital.

Then he patted his head and said:

"Although I arrived somewhat hastily, I still managed to retrieve a precious alchemical artifact from the academy. This is an alchemical sword that was stained with the blood of the Dragon King, also known as Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, after our ancestors fought him 1,600 years ago. It is now broken and unusable, and only has commemorative significance."

From the moment she heard the word "Scourge of God," Xia Mi unconsciously lowered her head. Even in the midday sun, her dark pupils showed little joy; a deep, subtle golden hue diluted the light within them.

With her eyes.

Chapter 12 Durandal

Wang Anzhi grabbed Xiaolongnu's hand at just the right moment. It was frighteningly cold, yet one could almost feel the intense heat within it.

Just as Professor Guderian temporarily stopped introducing the weapon that had once deeply hurt Attila the Dragon King and turned to rummage through his messy room for the original, Xia Mi finally raised her head again, revealing a sweet smile. However, the loneliness in her eyes no longer showed any trace of what had been hidden in the past; it appeared both crazy and indifferent.

For the twins on the throne, their brother, with whom they depend on each other, holds a more important position than they themselves.

"Little junior sister."

Wang Anzhi tentatively called out to Xia Mi. It must be said that Xia Mi at this moment was not like the girl who was as beautiful as a summer flower, but more like the cold and ruthless Dragon King in his memory, who was also stubborn and helpless.

At this moment, Wang Anzhi could be said to be the person who knew her best, not only the girl named "Xia Mi", but also the dragon king named Jormungandr.

That's why Wang Anzhi understood how dangerous Xia Mi was at that moment. The girl's soft little hand he held contained scalding and violent dragon blood, yet it was enveloped by cold skin.

"Alright, senior brother, I just didn't expect that the academy would still have such an ancient alchemical weapon."

Xia Mi started laughing and joking again, as if she had become that noisy girl once more.

At this moment, Professor Guderian had taken out an obsidian box from his pile of miscellaneous items. It was clear that the box was quite heavy. Although Professor Guderian was also a B-level hybrid, he was not a monster like Angers, who could still fight the Dragon King with bayonets at the age of 130. At over sixty years old, he couldn't help but pant when facing this obviously heavy box.

Seeing this, Wang Anzhi was about to step forward to lend a hand, but found that his hand was already being held tightly by Xia Mi. It wasn't until Professor Guderian placed the obsidian box on the table that Xia Mi finally let go with a smile.

It's clear that Xiaolongnu is very unhappy about the fact that the weapon that once hurt her brother is being exhibited.

Wang Anzhi looked at the slender obsidian box on the table. He could tell that it contained a sword. This wouldn't normally be very attractive to him, but just the moment Professor Guderian placed the obsidian box on the table, even through a layer of impenetrable, iron-like stone, he could feel the dragon blood within him begin to boil.

Looking at Xia Mi again, there was naturally no big reaction, only her face was even redder, perhaps because she had been bold enough to hold the professor's hand in front of him.

"Professor, are there living...things in here?"

Wang Anzhi turned around and looked at the obsidian box, carefully choosing his words. He had originally thought that such a long and narrow box might contain weapons like swords, but now he was less sure.

Professor Guderian looked somewhat surprised and nodded. "In a sense, that is indeed the case."

The professor gently stroked the somewhat rough stone and slowly said, "Obsidian is often considered a magical material in traditional thought. In the past, the ancestors of the hybrid races did not understand what science was, so they changed the name of the alchemy passed down by the dragon race and called it witchcraft."

At that time, whether in the East or the West, it was all the same; the only difference was the names they used. It wasn't until the Enlightenment and the emergence of science that witchcraft faded away, and people rediscovered the name alchemy. Within mixed-race societies, it was considered an alternative science, which is why the great scientist Newton was so fascinated by it.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But in fact, the essence of alchemy has not changed at all. It is still an unscientific technique composed of witchcraft, feng shui, shamanism, and so on."

It is the way dragons understand the world, and it is completely different from human science.

Of course, countless human scientists and alchemists among hybrids have attempted to unify these two disciplines, turning alchemy into a discipline directly subordinate to human science, just like physics and chemistry. Conversely, placing human science within the framework of alchemy is also possible, from Newton to the tenured professors in academia.

Without exception.

As it turns out, alchemy and science are two different things.

At this point, Guderian sighed and shook his head. Looking at the two obediently standing students, he realized that he hadn't even gotten them a stool yet, so he quickly made amends, laughing at himself.

"I accidentally said too much."

"It's alright, Professor, you explained it very well."

It was Xia Mi who spoke, and even she was somewhat surprised by humanity's understanding of these two technologies.

Guderian shook his head, then performed a series of extremely complicated operations, entering a series of codes into the combination lock before finally opening the ancient obsidian box.

At the same time, he instructed the two of them while operating the equipment:

"I know you learned about dragons in the preparatory class, but believe me, what you saw was just the tip of the iceberg compared to the true great heritage of the dragons."

As he spoke, Professor Guderian's eyes even showed a hint of excitement.

With a "click," the box opened.

Inside was indeed a sword, just as Wang Anzhi had initially imagined. The traces of rust were clearly visible on it, mixed with dark red blood, as if it were a call from Attila the Dragon King across a thousand years. On the surface, it did indeed appear to be unusable, just as the professor had said.

But in fact, the opposite was true. This ancient sword, which looked covered in rust, was constantly wriggling, bending, and even raising its head, like a living insect. The blood left behind by the Dragon King became more vivid and lively during this movement.

"Living spirits are a technology that resides in metal or other inanimate objects. It is difficult to say whether they are alive or dead, and it is also difficult to say whether there is consciousness or soul inhabiting them. The only thing that can be confirmed is that, according to the definition of human science, it is not an exaggeration to classify them as a kind of silicon-based life."

There was a bitterness in Guderian's words, like the fear one feels when facing the unknown.

"Like a Transformer?" Xia Mi raised her hand.

“That’s right, just like Transformers.” Professor Guderian, who was usually a bit thick-skinned, paused for a moment before answering.

After observing the sword for a while, Professor Guderian put it away again, and then said:

"This sword is called Durandal, one of the three legendary holy swords of Europe, also known as Durandal. Historically, this sword was bestowed upon Charlemagne by him a hundred years after the fall of the Western Roman Empire. However, in fact, the history of this sword needs to be pushed back another hundred years. It was forged by an alchemical family within the Secret Society. Its owner was Trigegios, the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the Roman Emperor Valentian III at the time. He was also an elder of the Secret Society. He had the honor of piercing the heart of the Dragon King with the sword and, with his knights, drove the Dragon King into the mercury pool three times. The Dragon King's heart blood that stained the sword has not dried to this day and has become one with the sword itself."

Dragons are a very peculiar race. After they die, all their genetic material evaporates within a short time. The absence of dried blood on the sword, and the fact that it remains alive, all indicate that the King of Earth and Mountains has survived to this day—proof that he is still alive.

Just as Professor Guderian placed the Durandal sword back into the obsidian box, a faint, dark red flame flickered on the sword, illuminating Xia Mi's fair face beside him.

Princess Longnv's body stiffened for a few seconds as Professor Guderian's words fell to the ground.

Chapter 13 S-Class Freshmen

As Xia Mi stepped out of Professor Guderian's room, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Professor Guderian has finally finished his lecture."

The girl looked as relaxed as a poor student who had just finished class, but in fact, Wang Anzhi knew very well that Xia Mi simply hated seeing the weapon that had hurt her brother and might even have hurt herself.

Although the weapon's owner has long since passed away, and even the sword left behind by the hero who dared to slay the dragon has become a newly born, half-dead evil dragon, Xia Mi will probably never forget the hero and the army that wielded the sword against her!

Ironically, for that hero who went down in history, the one he remembered most vividly was the enemy he fought for his entire life.

Wang Anzhi recalled his experiences in the six simulations. He had almost never paid attention to his position as commander of the Imperial Guard. The reason was simple: he was an elder of the Secret Party, and apart from slaying the dragon, his natural duty was to obey the Senate's orders to restrain the emperor who did whatever he wanted.

As it turned out, the Secret Society did not do anything wrong. Valentine III died in 455 AD, due to a rather accidental assassination attempt. However, thanks to Wang Anzhi's ruthless maneuvering, he successfully sent himself to meet God three years earlier.

In almost every simulation, Wang Anzhi dies before 452, either because of an assassination attempt by Jormungandr, a coup d'état in the Senate, or occasionally because of a foreign governor or general who wants to take up arms in Rome. Sometimes the regent empress dowager also gets involved. It can be said that there are no enemies that you can't imagine or see.

Wang Anzhi even secretly speculated that there might be an even bigger dark force behind all this.

Not a member of the Secret Service.

As a Roman emperor, his ancestors were actually members of the Secret Society of the Senate, but they stopped doing so after he became emperor. As for the so-called "Abrahamic Cult of Blood," could it really be used to restrain someone who had already become emperor?

It's really ridiculous.

Behind the secret society, there are even more hidden forces. Even Wang Anzhi, who has been through six deaths and resurrections, has not been able to figure out their true nature. In the end, he was still too weak and lacked the ability to investigate the truth.

Xia Mi shook his arm, somewhat displeased. "Alright, senior brother, stop thinking about that Durandal sword. Didn't you see it's still usable?"

As she thought this, Xia Mi inwardly cried out that she had been too careless. She had never imagined that the Secret Party could determine the life or death of the Mountain King through ancient relics. She was determined to find an opportunity to steal the sword.

It's not a big deal if the secret service knows this, but if their other brothers find out, wouldn't they be at a disadvantage?

For the true Dragon King, there's not much he can do after obtaining that sword.

“It’s not that I’m eyeing that Durandal sword. If I had to choose, I’d prefer Charlemagne’s golden sword or King Arthur’s broken steel sword,” Wang Anzhi blurted out.

Of the three great swords of Europe, only the owner of Durandal was not a king. Although Roland was rumored to be a dashing knight, he did not meet Wang Anzhi's own expectations.

"What about the Golden Sword and the Broken Steel Sword?" Xia Mi asked again in a low voice.

“It’s definitely the Broken Steel Sword,” Wang Anzhi said without much hesitation. He glanced at Xia Mi and commented, “I, Wang, don’t understand people’s hearts.”

Xia Mi noticed Wang Anzhi's gaze and angrily started making a scene in the corridor of the presidential suite on the top floor of the Regent Hotel.

Just then, a door to a room opened silently. Chen Motong looked at the two people playing and relaxing in the corridor, and like an older woman seeing her youthful exuberance again, she teased, "You two have such a good relationship!"

“Senior Sister Nuonuo,” Xia Mi stopped and turned to look at Chen Motong. She was wearing a dark red short leather jacket and matching slim-fit trousers. She wore sunglasses and a pair of four-leaf clover earrings studded with diamonds.

In that short period of time, she changed her clothes again.

Xia Mi looked at Chen Motong suspiciously and asked, "Are you going out?"

“Yes, coincidentally, you’ve also finished your training with Professor Guderian. Would you like to come along?” Nono seemed very generous.

But how could this be? Chen Motong, who was incompatible with Xia Mi by nature and had once fled in a fit of anger, actually invited them to go out together without holding a grudge.

Now, not only Wang Anzhi, who knew the red-haired witch's mind well, but even Xia Mi, who knew nothing about Nuonuo, couldn't help but hesitate.

"Senior Sister Chen, where are you going?" Wang Anzhi asked while thinking of a better reason to refuse her. Wouldn't it be better to spend this time getting to know Xia Mi better and let her learn from Pompeii?

“Lu Mingfei, the S-class freshman, is the culprit who made you make an extra trip,” Chen Motong said, pulling up a photo on her phone. It was a picture of Lu Mingfei. She stared at Wang Anzhi with a half-smile. “What, junior, don’t you want to see the splendor of an S-class student?”

Chen Motong was very confident that his junior, who hadn't even enrolled yet, would definitely not refuse. He could tell at a glance that he was the same kind of person as Caesar—so proud that he didn't believe anyone could be above him.