Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 19 Got you! Odin!

The leaden-gray clouds looked like a heavy curtain covering the sky.

The air was filled with a strong smell of dampness and earth.

It is going to rain.

The taxi driver slammed on the brakes and looked around with a hint of lingering fear.

Rumors of this place being haunted have been around for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that the customers he brought paid double the price, he wouldn't have dared to go here at this time of day and in these weather conditions.

"We're here, sir. You should get out of the car now. I need to hurry and get my next fare," the driver urged, his tone revealing not impatience, but rather utter panic.

The man in black sitting in the back seat didn't say much. After handing over the fare, he cleanly and neatly pushed open the door and got out of the car.

It is going to rain.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky.

The taxi behind him had already sped away at full speed, leaving Lu Mingfei with only two red lights flashing behind it.

However, this did indeed fulfill Lu Mingfei's wish.

After all, it's best not to let ordinary people know what happens next.

He could already sense the danger; if a fight broke out, he would inevitably be caught in the crossfire, and there was no time to protect the driver.

The dilapidated hospital in front of us is hidden in the dense forest, and a road that has been abandoned for a long time leads to the tightly closed gate.

Lu Mingfei pushed open the door, and the world behind it was no different from when he left.

Weeds grew rampant among the broken walls and ruins. The Deadpool from the basement had all been eliminated after he awakened his abilities.

He used his tentacles to drain the most essential dragon blood from Deadpool's body, then slammed it into the ground, turning it into a dried-up corpse.

Now it seems that the flowers and plants there are even more lush than elsewhere.

However, this area is likely just an innocent victim.

Based on the location where that Maybach was last seen, his next step should be...

Lu Mingfei looked up in a certain direction.

Quite coincidentally, a large patch of dark clouds peeked out from the horizon, as if a heavy curtain was about to be drawn, and an epic drama was about to begin.

The stage is set, and the warrior should draw his sword and die on the charge, but alas...

Lu Mingfei used his tentacles to lift a boulder almost as tall as a person, and then smashed it to pieces with a "crack".

It's still uncertain who the villain is.

He got up and walked into the approaching storm.

……

Chen Wenwen pushed open the classroom door.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late," she said apologetically, holding up an umbrella.

The rain came at a very inopportune time, pouring down right before school let out, turning the entrance of Shilan Middle School into complete chaos.

Red, white, yellow—umbrellas of all colors bloomed on the grass like wildflowers. Some daring parents even drove their cars downstairs, creating a cacophony of noise.

It was under these circumstances that Chen Wenwen arrived at the activity room of this teaching building. According to Zhao Menghua, the literary society's activity that evening would be held there.

"It's alright. Look, your clothes are all wet. Take them off quickly so you don't catch a cold," said the kind-hearted Liu Miaomiao warmly.

Chen Wenwen hummed in agreement, took off her coat, which was already soaked by the rain, revealing a white camisole underneath.

The activity room was nearly empty now. Apart from Liu Miaomiao, who had just spoken to her, there was only Su Xiaoqiang, who was silent and doing something.

However, as the president of the literary society, Chen Wenwen still remembered the names of the members. She remembered that Liu Miaomiao was not a member of the literary society.

"Miaomiao, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Oh, it was Xiaoqiang who dragged me here." Liu Miaomiao put Chen Wenwen's wet clothes on the chair and said with some helplessness.

Su Xiaoqiang was indeed a member of the literary society, but Chen Wenwen didn't understand her motives for joining. After all, as a privileged young woman, her daily life seemed to have nothing to do with literature.

It wasn't until her name was mentioned that Su Xiaoqiang snapped out of her deep thought and gave a soft "hmm" in response.

"Where are the others?" Chen Wenwen asked, her eyes darting around.

After all, the literary society is not just a small group of people; it has a certain degree of influence throughout the entire senior year.

As for how many of them are truly there for literature, that remains unknown.

However, Chen Wenwen didn't care why they came; at least within the club, under his organization, the literary atmosphere was still quite strong.

Although Lu Mingfei, who had previously served as a director, had never even read a single literary classic.

Chen Wenwen's thoughts began to wander, and when she thought of Lu Mingfei, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The other person didn't show up all afternoon, so they must have already left the school.

Otherwise, she could have invited the other person to join her at today's literary society event.

Swaying—

The door to the activity room opened again, interrupting Chen Wenwen's thoughts.

She looked up and saw Zhao Menghua appear at the door.

The other person was carrying two large bags. After they put them on the ground, she was able to see the contents of the bags through their open openings:

One bag contained various snacks, and the other bag contained prepared drinks.

"Hasn't the others arrived yet?" Chen Wenwen asked Zhao Menghua, who was panting and wiping away sweat.

"Oh, the others were called away by the homeroom teacher to help out because of the rain, they won't be back for a while," he replied casually, then hurriedly left.

Chen Wenwen was slightly relieved. After all, it was supposed to be a literary society activity, but only a few of them actually showed up at the activity room, which was neither reasonable nor safe.

The rain was still falling outside, and large raindrops were hitting the glass, making a pattering sound.

At this moment, the activity room was quiet. No one was speaking, and you could even hear everyone's breathing and heartbeat.

For some reason, Chen Wenwen's heart was beating the fastest. She seemed to have something on her mind, and even unconsciously, her breathing became a little heavier.

The only one slightly better off was Su Xiaoqiang. For some reason, she seemed a bit irritable and was jumping down from her seat, pacing back and forth in the activity room.

As for Liu Miaomiao, this beautiful piano player seemed even more relaxed and carefree than the others.

She tapped her fingers on the activity room window, her fingers flying like butterflies fluttering by the window.

Time passed slowly, bit by bit, in this strange atmosphere.

With another loud bang, the activity room door was pushed open, and this time it was Zhao Menghua again.

He was soaked to the bone, as if he had just been drenched in a downpour.

"What's wrong with you?" As the president of the club, Chen Wenwen felt it was necessary to check on the members' condition.

"Oh, I took a shortcut back in a hurry." Zhao Menghua nonchalantly took off his soaked school uniform. "The others won't be here for a while, so I came back specifically to let you know."

After taking off the school uniform, there was a fair-skinned but somewhat muscular upper body.

Zhao Menghua was, after all, a key player on the school basketball team. His muscles, honed through regular exercise, were a clear advantage over the academically focused senior high school students.

It's no wonder that some people previously called him "the second Chu Zihang" and regarded him as the strongest contender for this position.

"It's getting late, why don't we start the activity now?" he suggested.

Chen Wenwen glanced out the window and noticed that the sky was already darkening; it was indeed getting late, especially since the club activity had been caught in this sudden downpour. If they delayed any longer…

After much internal struggle, she finally gave her answer: "Okay."

Thus, club activities officially began.

Of course, the activities of the literary society are not like those of other clubs, where everyone gets together to eat, drink, laugh and joke.

That was only the second half of the event; the first half required each member to talk about which book they were reading and their reading experience.

As the president of the company, Chen Wenwen chose "The Lover." This was not the first time she had read the book, but each time she read it, she had different insights.

Her voice was very soft, and everyone else listened quietly throughout.

Next up was Su Xiaoqiang, who was reading "Jane Eyre," since it was one of the few classics she could actually get into.

However, when it was Liu Miaomiao's turn, she said a book title that surprised everyone.

"I've been reading 'A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality' lately," Liu Miaomiao said softly.

"The Legend of Mortal Cultivation?"

"What kind of book is this?"

"In short, it's the story of a young man named Han Li who obtains a small green bottle that can accelerate the growth of spiritual herbs, and then he cultivates immortality."

Faced with everyone's doubts, Liu Miaomiao simply recounted part of the plot of Lu Mingfei's "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality," which he was preparing to publish, but was met with silence.

"Sounds pretty good." Chen Wenwen, the president of the literary society, finally broke the silence. Her intention was not to make the other person feel too neglected, since it was the first time the other person had attended a literary society gathering.

It should be noted that the books they usually discuss are, if not famous, at least well-known.

But this book, *A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality*...

But Liu Miaomiao didn't detect the perfunctory tone in her words; instead, she was delighted: "Of course, after all, it was written by Lu Mingfei."

"Written by Lu Mingfei?" Upon hearing this, Chen Wenwen was somewhat surprised. After all, in her impression, Lu Mingfei was not the type to be involved in literary works; he should spend his free time playing games.

For some reason, Chen Wenwen, who had just found the novel somewhat cliché and uninteresting, suddenly became quite interested. However, just as she was about to ask more questions, Zhao Menghua suddenly spoke up: "It's my turn now."

For some reason, his voice was no longer as cheerful as before; instead, it had taken on a somewhat gloomy tone.

Lu Mingfei! It's still Lu Mingfei!

Zhao Menghua glanced at the expressions of the three women in the room. It seemed that after this name appeared, all three of them had a bit more joy on their faces.

He was clearly the one who contributed the most to this event.

"They don't understand your nobility, they don't deserve your love." A voice welled up from the depths of his heart, a voice full of seductive meaning.

Zhao Menghua nodded involuntarily: "You're right."

"What do you mean, 'not wrong'? Zhao Menghua, weren't you going to share the books you've been reading lately? Why haven't you started yet?" Chen Wenwen looked at his actions with some curiosity.

"It's nothing," Zhao Menghua said, his voice extremely cold. "I recently read 'Selected Norse Myths'."

"A selection of Norse mythology stories?" The three women were somewhat surprised.

After all, if we really want to compare them, at least the "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" that Liu Miaomiao read had a protagonist, a story, a plot, and ups and downs, while the one that Zhao Menghua read was different. It was a series of myths and legends strung together by oral traditions of our ancestors. It was scattered and disorganized, and filled with the imagination and fiction of later generations.

This kind of thing should be something students use to brag about during their leisure time, not something they should bring up in literary club activities.

What can you possibly glean from this? Is it Loki's lust and the impending Ragnarok?

Chen Wenwen, who had some knowledge of Norse mythology, blinked. However, since this was a legitimate book, she couldn't say anything: "Then Zhao Menghua, what did you glean from this?"

"That brutal pleasure will end in brutality," Zhao Menghua said abruptly.

After attracting the puzzled gazes of the three women, Zhao Menghua walked silently to the window and slammed the curtains shut.

The room suddenly became dark and gloomy, and Chen Wenwen felt a sense of unease and chill for some reason.

"What are you doing, Zhao Menghua!" Su Xiaoqiang was the first to react. Her temper as a little princess was not for nothing. Moreover, she had learned a few moves from her family's bodyguards since she was a child, which gave her great confidence.

However, Zhao Menghua did not speak, but instead pulled over a mirror that had been placed there at some point.

Although the entire room was dark, for some reason, a white light suddenly flashed in the mirror.

Chen Wenwen blinked, and the next moment, something unbelievable yet undeniably true happened before her eyes.

A figure appeared in the mirror; to be precise, it was the figure of a one-eyed deity wearing dark gold armor and riding an eight-legged celestial horse.

"O...Din..." Chen Wenwen took a step back in disbelief and uttered the other person's name in a trembling voice.

The chief god of the Aesir in Norse mythology has descended to earth through a mirror.

"Lu Mingfei... Lu Mingfei..." Holding the mirror, Zhao Menghua had completely lost his mind. "How dare you be my enemy! I am... I am the one chosen by God..."

Darkness enveloped the activity room.

……

Lu Mingfei trekked through the dense forest, heading in the direction where Maybach had last appeared.

The water molecules in the air are now so concentrated that a heavy rain is brewing.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks, because at the edge of the woods, something seemed to be subtly changing.

This change was as if the other party was openly greeting him.

Something's wrong here! Something's very wrong here! Don't come here! Don't come here!

But Lu Mingfei came because of this strange thing.

He strode forward, his tentacles even extending silently at that moment. In the blink of an eye, he had already leaped out of the forest.

Then he saw an elevated road stretching across his path.

Elevated Road No. 0

Lead-gray clouds completely obscured the sky, and amidst howling winds, torrential rain poured down.

Although his body was soaked, Lu Mingfei still managed a smile.

"Got you!"