Chapter 109: After the Battle (6,000 words)

Outside the Nibelungen, the Cassel Academy had already prepared a special task force in advance, multiple cameras capturing the section of road filled with elemental turbulence.

The official stance of Cassel Academy speculated that Lu Mingfei was very likely connected to the Nibelungen on the overpass, possibly even linked to Odin. Despite being short-handed, they had no choice but to deploy personnel to gather intelligence—this was the resolve of a dragon slayer.

Soon after, the low hum of a Maybach was heard.

Under the watchful eyes of the Cassel Academy team and their many cameras, the battered Maybach, stained with Deadpool’s blood and with severed limbs hanging from its front, emerged from the No. 0 overpass. The front of the car was mostly destroyed, yet the slow, deliberate pace of its exit still gave off an aura of triumphant victory.

In truth, the Maybach’s fuel tank had ruptured during the battle and was nearly empty.

Its windshield was completely shattered, and the roof was dented in a large patch. Lu Mingfei sat behind the wheel, with Chen Motong in the passenger seat. Using spare white bandages from the car, they had wrapped up the glass shards embedded in their bodies and the wounds on their heads, fresh blood seeping through the wraps.

After defeating Odin, Lu Mingfei had been cleaning the battlefield. Once finished, he practiced using the Heavy Abyss Orb. Afterward, he drove back, chatting briefly with Lu Mingze until they left the Maybach.

Contrary to Lu Mingfei’s expectations, Funinna did not lose her temper at this moment; her voice was soft, only faintly trembling.

“Clang!”

“Driving recklessly?”

He gently caressed Gungnir, looking at the spear scorched by the immortal flames, marked with burn scars. Proudly, he declared, “This is my trophy—Gungnir, the spear of fate stolen from Odin’s hand.”

Odin’s power was truly terrifying.

Those without sufficient clearance had no knowledge of Cassel Academy’s special operation and thus could not have prepared a third-generation strike force for an ambush. Without suspecting insiders, the academy could only suspect Lu Mingfei of staging the entire event himself.

“I have one more condition!”

The student leading the Execution Division glanced at his partner, who quickly dialed emergency services on a phone. The leader continued, “Lu Mingfei, put Chen Motong over there. We’ll send people to perform emergency treatment. Also, you need to explain what happened inside the Nibelungen—you are highly suspicious right now.”

The Execution Division member’s heart jolted.

Before, he did not know Lu Mingfei’s identity—was he missing the chance to watch the stars with Funinna at night? No.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei did not care about his identity or who he really was; as long as his happy life was unaffected, nothing else mattered.

Comforting!

“Honestly…”

“Lu Mingfei, can you tell us what happened inside the Nibelungen?” The lead Execution Division member stared at him intently.

“Damn it!!”

Seeing the member readily agree, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized he might have undersold himself, but the words were already out—he couldn’t easily take them back. This wasn’t just about bargaining; it was about the pride of youth.

“Maintain distance, observe carefully, and retreat immediately if anything seems off. Remember, no hesitation, no confrontation.” The vice-principal in the monitoring room spoke sternly.

Odin’s power was simply too overwhelming!

“What is that? On the car—look at the red crystal on the vehicle!” The vice-principal’s eyes blazed fiercely as he spotted fragments of a flaming spear mounted on the car through the surveillance feed.

Sweat dripped down the vice-principal’s face. If not for Lu Mingfei defeating the third generation and escaping the Nibelungen with Chen Motong, the hidden Dragon King within the academy’s upper echelon would have remained perfectly concealed, quietly killing Norton and devouring his dragon bones without a trace.

Inside the monitoring room,

Caesar, who had just returned from the restroom, fell into brief silence at the sight of Lu Mingfei carrying the severely wounded Chen Motong. He quickly composed himself and said, “Lu Mingfei’s identity should be clean; otherwise, he wouldn’t have rescued Nono.”

“If it’s within the Cassel Academy’s capabilities, we will try to accommodate it,” he added.

Lu Mingfei fell silent for a moment. The pride of youth lifted his chin, and with disdain, he faced the Execution Division member, standing tall and proud. “Do you think I would easily sell it? Do you know how much this means to me? I risked my life for it!”

Silently, he tested himself with an inner shout.

“Lu Mingfei,”

“Call an ambulance immediately. Also, have Lu Mingfei place Chen Motong on the ground. Perform emergency treatment while maintaining a safe distance, and ask him what happened inside the Nibelungen,” the vice-principal ordered.

“I understand the value, but Cassel Academy is sincere. Name your price—we will meet it if we can.” The Execution Division member pressed on.

But this was still just his assumption.

The vice-principal soon laughed aloud like a delighted child. If there weren’t so many people around, he might have laughed even more freely. Quickly, he composed himself and said, “Agree to his terms without hesitation. Close the deal as fast as possible—don’t give him a chance to change his mind!”

“No problem, the school agrees.”

“Received.”

He thought for a moment and added, “In US dollars. Yes! I’m talking about US dollars, not RMB!”

The Execution Division senior said so.

Then, he quickly fixed his gaze on the screen and contacted Angers on the other end.

In the monitoring room, the vice-principal, an alchemy master, could no longer sit still. He stood suddenly, eyes locked on the spear on the screen. Others might not see it, but could he not recognize the golden value of Gungnir?

The Execution Division senior fell silent for a moment, beginning to feel Lu Mingfei might not be as dangerous as initially thought. He offered an awkward but polite smile and continued, “What evidence do you have to prove your story is true and not a lie?”

“Odin attacked us. I killed a bunch of Deadpools in self-defense, then looted quite a bit inside the Nibelungen. Unfortunately, Odin escaped—otherwise, he’d be dead too,” Lu Mingfei said proudly, arms crossed.

The vice-principal growled softly, eyes narrowing at Lu Mingfei on the screen.

At the same time, the vice-principal was startled by his words—he looked at the young man with a proud smile, a clarity of foolishness typical of a college student flowing from his expression.

“What are you going to do?” Lu Mingfei instinctively protected Gungnir, eyes wary.

Still, having ideas was good and worthy of praise—this was a commendable junior.

“I know our transactions usually use US dollars; rest assured,” the Execution Division member responded, hearing the vice-principal’s voice through the microphone.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

But this lack of trust could be deliberately manufactured. Why did the third generation appear at this moment? Why did it find Chen Motong so precisely? Why did the Nibelungen just happen to pull in Lu Mingfei and his group?

No one answered. The Execution Division members hesitated to act rashly. After all, the suspected Dragon King Lu Mingfei had just returned from the Nibelungen, and the Maybach showed signs of danger.

“Old Tang is still a suspect in Norton’s case but has been mostly cleared. His actions were too perfect, as if guided. If it was indeed someone in the academy’s upper levels…”

“Stop the car!”

The Execution Division member took a deep breath, a stiff smile on his face.

“Hmm.”

“Gungnir?”

Yet—

Why did he feel as if he had forgotten something? What was it?

“If Cassel Academy encounters Odin again, or if Odin might appear on a mission, I will be there. I will nail Odin down with Gungnir. If it doesn’t work, then so be it,” Lu Mingfei said with unshakable determination.

Then, wouldn’t that mean...

“Funinna?”

A tall, slender Execution Division member with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes stopped the slowly moving Maybach but maintained a safe distance of about fifteen meters, armed with professional firearms.

Moreover—

He had killed the third generation too easily, almost as if acting, far from the behavior of a normal person.

“Deal!”

“Call an ambulance.”

However—

If the fragments of the flaming spear turned out to be inferior to Gungnir in strength and value, Lu Mingfei’s proud youthful heart would take quite a blow. This had little to do with cost-performance; he simply cared about face. Even if no one knew he had crafted the flaming spear himself, he did not want to be weaker than Odin.

Lu Mingfei pointed at the battle-damaged Maybach, then walked over, opened the trunk, and took out Odin’s weapon. Gungnir, the curved spear trailing like a meteor, emanated a faint oppressive aura. Everyone present could tell this weapon was no ordinary item.

Caesar’s face grew grim. The root of the current situation was the seed of distrust planted by the third generation who had mastered various human abilities and anti-tracking skills. If Lu Mingfei were a higher-level Dragon King, perhaps things would be better.

The Dragon Lord, Yin Yue Jun.

Identity was just something known, nothing more. When he met Funinna, he was Lu Mingfei. So he was Lu Mingfei—no matter what identity he knew himself to have.

This was his trophy; he would never let others touch it lightly. He had barely stolen it, nearly losing his life in the process. This was something he exchanged his life for, impossible to hand over casually.

He watched the Execution Division members carrying the flaming spear fragments and Gungnir. His relationship with another female member looked close, almost like a couple.

Lu Mingfei smiled, thinking: What identity does Odin have? His weapon is on the same level as mine? Even if the flaming spear breaks, I’ll ask ten times the price for Gungnir!

It felt like ages had passed.

Odin’s Nibelungen had just, by chance, precisely pulled in Lu Mingfei and Chen Motong today—another suspicious coincidence. Why did Odin appear just then? What was his true purpose?

Purpose.

“I understand now!”

The vice-principal slammed the table, his weathered face showing horror as he murmured in disbelief, “That guy is from the academy’s upper echelon. His goal is to sow distrust between Cassel Academy and Lu Mingfei. He never intended to kill Lu Mingfei and Chen Motong but wanted to kill another Dragon King forgotten in the corner after we diverted attention—Norton, Old Tang.”

“Ah?”

Meanwhile, the ambulance summoned earlier arrived swiftly. White-coated medical personnel quickly loaded Chen Motong inside and began emergency treatment. The emergency number Cassel Academy dialed was special—the dedicated rescue channel for dragon slayers.

“He might be deceiving us to hide within human society. If a Dragon King-level existence hides among humans, the consequences are unimaginable!”

“We at Cassel Academy want to buy Gungnir from you. If the price is right, we will accept it,” the Execution Division member said.

“Yeah, can I see it?”

The coincidences today were too many, almost unreasonable. First, the hidden third generation attacked Chen Motong for unknown reasons; then, Lu Mingfei and Chen Motong both entered the Nibelungen—Odin’s Nibelungen—and emerged in this state.

Lu Mingfei never ignored her. If something went wrong, he usually told her. When he didn’t and made her wait ten minutes with a gentle tone, it usually meant trouble.

After some thought, Lu Mingfei reinforced the flaming spear fragments with immortal blessings again. With the blessing, the strength and value of the flaming spear should surpass Gungnir.

Not bro, are you really buying this? A billion, a billion US dollars, and you don’t even blink? You didn’t touch it even once!

“So heavy!”

“Hmph!”

He had a premonition—the crimson crystal might be worth even more than Gungnir!

“Junior, may I see that thing on your car?” the Execution Division member pointed at the flaming spear fragments.

Clearly, these two had fought a tough internal battle.

The Execution Division’s mission was to verify if Lu Mingfei was a Dragon King. This task was of utmost importance and priority; saving lives was secondary since a Dragon King threatened more than just one person.

Lu Mingfei looked at the Cassel Academy members surrounding him, a slight smile playing at his lips. Having gained power and been told of his Dragon Lord identity by Lu Mingze, his mindset had steadied considerably, though only just.

“This is my precious treasure. It means much more to me than Gungnir,” Lu Mingfei said slowly, walking toward the Maybach, gently touching the flaming spear fragments with a wistful expression.

The intelligence about Chu Tianjiao was classified, but for operations against the Dragon King, the academy conducted prior investigations to craft more comprehensive plans. The students below did not know about Chu Tianjiao but understood that the Nibelungen was a place where any normal person entering would die without exception, and anyone emerging was no ordinary human.

He believed the flaming spear fragments were likely defective remnants Odin made while forging Gungnir. Reality was not myth; it was reasonable that Odin accidentally produced such a flawed weapon and left it in the Nibelungen.

He had not considered the genuine article!

Still, even a defective Gungnir held considerable value. Its appearance was remarkably authentic, almost identical to the real thing, only with burn marks along the shaft—a highly valuable piece.

“One billion US dollars.”

How wonderful. If only I could be in the same world as Funinna.

Watching Chen Motong board the ambulance, Lu Mingfei’s mood improved somewhat. Though Gungnir was gone, at least he gained a billion—US dollars—and a chance to counterattack Odin through Cassel Academy.

“The curve of this spear, the texture of the steel—it’s like a worn work of art. Though it may not be the real Gungnir, it’s definitely no ordinary item. Its value is extremely high!” the vice-principal murmured.

“Quiet!”

“!”

Other students promptly voiced objections.

“Hmph, so many people.”

The Execution Division member’s heart trembled. Inwardly, he thought: Such resolute dragon-slaying determination! But the goal was a bit too lofty. Even stealing a counterfeit Gungnir was hard; how could they expect to kill Odin with a copy?

“Buy?”

Moreover, the flaming spear incorporated a self-destructing evil eye, a mechanism capable of converting mental energy into elemental power. Unfortunately, this mechanism was damaged and wore down after alchemical forging. Repairing it would be a considerable challenge.

Lu Mingfei muttered helplessly and quickly carried the injured Chen Motong out of the car. Seeing the Execution Division members standing indifferent about Chen’s injury, ten meters away, his anger surged. He snapped, “Are you all blind? Can’t you see Nono’s badly hurt? Not a single one of you is coming to help? Are you all cold-blooded trash?!”

“Deal!”

Though displeased, Lu Mingfei placed Chen Motong aside and silently cursed Odin eight hundred times in his heart. If Odin hadn’t caused trouble, he’d probably still be napping.

A soft sound came from the Maybach door opening—then the door fell off.

“Bring it back! At all costs, bring it back!” the vice-principal roared into the microphone.

Perhaps,

The real danger wasn’t Lu Mingfei but the hidden enemy within the academy.

The Execution Division members, disguised as cameras, approached Lu Mingfei and aimed their concealed devices at the amber flaming spear fragments. Even broken, these weapons bore immortal blessings and were far beyond ordinary weapons.

Nearby, an Execution Division member tried to lift Gungnir but immediately grimaced. It was much heavier than expected—likely due to its high density.

They awaited orders from above.

Funinna… Funinna?

Uh—

Lu Mingfei’s smile faded. He suddenly recalled telling Funinna during the fight, “Give me ten more minutes,” and then... he forgot.

Looking at the member holding Gungnir and then at his own flaming spear fragments, Lu Mingfei could easily have closed the deal. After all, Cassel Academy wasn’t short of money.

Inside the Mo Mang Palace, she sat alone in a corner, wrapped in a blanket, wiping tears gently. Her eyes were slightly red, but a faint smile appeared on her face, as if relieved.

Now, Chen Motong was unconscious. During her unconsciousness, no one could guarantee her memories and perceptions hadn’t been tampered with. Thus, Cassel Academy people naturally mistrusted Lu Mingfei.

Yet his strength was undeniable—he killed the third generation right on the spot, so suspicion was limited. After all, a third generation skilled in anti-tracking hiding in human society was a heavy bombshell. If it were staged, such a huge sacrifice was unnecessary.

Moreover, the third generation had faked death convincingly; even if he escaped, Cassel Academy couldn’t immediately verify. Lu Mingfei’s killing them outright was illogical and unnecessary.

“Lu Mingfei, may I touch Gungnir?” an Execution Division member asked with curiosity.

He was a pragmatist, focusing only on power and influence; everything else was irrelevant.

Outside the Nibelungen—

“Damn, the money’s less than expected!”

Lu Mingfei’s expression shifted slightly. He never expected Cassel Academy to be so rich; a hundred million US dollars spent just like that. He had planned to use Gungnir to nail Odin next time but now felt he might not get the chance.

No, he couldn’t endure this humiliation!

With the energy to repair it, he might as well forge a new one.

“Buy it! Buy it! It’s a good item!” the vice-principal said boldly.

“This Maybach is the evidence.”

The Nibelungen was registered within the academy—it was Odin’s Nibelungen, classified as one of the most dangerous. S-Class Chu Tianjiao of the Execution Division had perished there, according to intelligence from Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei smiled and boldly demanded, “One billion, not a cent less!”

He carefully set his companion aside and quickly distanced himself, watching as the Execution Division members tended to Chen Motong. A heavy burden lifted slightly from his heart.

Just as Funinna once said, Lu Mingfei was always easy to understand. Those who couldn’t grasp him probably never looked closely.

Lu Mingfei spoke again.

The lead Execution Division member whispered, sharing a glance with his colleagues before finally looking toward the Maybach.

People died if they didn’t sleep long enough. In a sense, Odin had already killed part of him.

Of course, the spear might be useless against him.

Outside Mo Mang Palace, a light rain fell. Funinna gazed out at the drizzle, softly murmuring, “I don’t know when the weather started to reflect my mood. I’m not a water dragon lord, which is strange.”

She smiled slowly, clutching a custom-made body pillow printed with a young man’s face.

(End of chapter)