Dragon Clan: I, Maybach, join the chat group

Silence.

In Lu Mingfei's consciousness, only boundless silence remained, as deep and still as the sea, with no lingering echoes, as if the entire world was isolating him alone.

Broken images flashed before his eyes, white… white land, an endless expanse of pure earth, white cavalry…

An overwhelming white cavalry, stretching from the far east of the world to the far west, they charged forward, wanting to engulf the world with their whiteness…

No, that's not right!

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That wasn't white cavalry, it was a white cavalry-like surge of frenzy!

No, still not right!

He thought that crawling to the end of the tunnel would reveal the truth of this false memory, but he crawled into a dazzling white light, he seemed to be lying on a surgical table, voices surrounding him, like ghosts whispering.

The glint of metal instruments, dark green and blood-red liquids bubbling in slender glass tubes… Pain, unbelievable pain, he struggled desperately, but he seemed to have turned into a silkworm, tightly bound by a cocoon.

…

"Is this a complete possession by Lu Mingze…"

Lin Mai pondered, looking at Lu Mingfei.

Damn it, there's a Lu Mingze problem at home.

Although the other party's posture was intimidating, at least to Lin Mai, the aggressiveness didn't seem that strong.

The Crown Rank can only determine the attainment of alchemy.

Although in terms of bloodline, relying on the Dragon Blood Implants that had been upgraded multiple times, both Authority and Power had reached the level above the Ancient Dragon and below the Dragon Lord.

But…

He had never systematically studied "Alchemy" theory.

If Lu Mingfei could continue this state of being possessed by Lu Mingze, relying on his deal with Lu Mingze, he might be able to obtain the most advanced alchemical technology, alchemical knowledge, and thus reach a height that no one had ever reached.

This is the power of technology.

Lin Mai didn't hesitate any longer, nor did he consider what price Lu Mingfei was paying for doing this, he just gradually flew in the high sky, inch by inch obliterating the power of the celestial-based weapon, the Sword of Damocles.

This day of divine wrath…

Seemed to finally be coming to an end.

…

The city had turned into a vast expanse of white, countless Ruins drifting aimlessly in the Nibelungen that had been解除d.

The national government also realized the disaster and finally determined it to be a super typhoon, and warned residents of coastal cities not to approach the water during this time.

After testing, those raindrops seemed to contain certain radioactive substances, causing endless harm. Although the radioactivity was gradually weakening, it still remained to be observed and had to wait until conditions were suitable for human habitation.

When Chu Zihang opened his eyes again.

Only Chu Tianjiao, driving his Maybach, remained to pick him up, the car music playing loudly.

It was a very old song, seemingly an Irish folk song… From the playlist, it could be seen that this was the first song loaded into this car.

"Dad."

He suddenly raised his head, looking at Chu Tianjiao in the rearview mirror, wearing a suit soaked with rain: "Lu Mingfei, and Xia Mi?"

"…Nothing happened."

Chu Tianjiao forced a smile, bright white raindrops turning into scythes, flying up along the car door as the wheels rolled.

"After that disaster ended, you fell into a coma… and I carried you back home as soon as possible, only to find that the villa was gone."

"Our car is still there, your mother is still there, everything is about to settle down."

"…"

"Yeah."

Chu Zihang nodded.

How could he not hear that all of this was his father's euphemism? If it was really that simple, why would he try to steer the topic… towards his family?

But he didn't want to say anything anymore, as long as everything could continue.

Outside the window, the city was fragmented, the rain almost submerging half of the car. It was truly worthy of being a top-of-the-line car worth nine million yuan, able to drive even in such an environment.

To be precise.

Ever since Chu Zihang realized that Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi were both superpowered, his once unchanging daily life had barely gained a bright and beautiful background color.

He didn't have to worry about the pressure of school every day, nor did he have to think about the relationship of his blended family… In those dark days that yet grew wildly, it was those extraordinary "daily lives" that dominated his mood.

If there were no superpowers, Chu Zihang's life would be trapped in his parents' divorce in his youth, the eyes of others, his own facial illness, a nine-to-five job, and perhaps in the future, when his stepfather got old, he would still have to visit that guy in the nursing home often.

So, in Chu Zihang's life, superpowers were indispensable.

"So, can we go see Schilan High School?"

He pleaded with his father.

Hearing this, Chu Tianjiao was stunned. He looked at the Gaode Map navigation still loading, estimated the direction, and then nodded firmly.

"Yeah."

"It's on the way."

The car moved quickly, turning at an intersection.

Chu Zihang leaned half his body against the back of the chair, the smell of leather filling his nose, bringing back old memories.

In his memory, Schilan High School was located on the side of the Guanhai Promenade in the Binhai City Development Zone, and his home was in the villa area of the city, not far away, about four kilometers away.

Along the way, they passed the International Trade Plaza by the sea, the glass-covered shopping mall building piercing the clouds, but only McDonald's and KFC were open at that time. Further ahead was the Fengqing Street on the side of the Guanhai Promenade. This street was newly built by the government two years ago as a tourism supporting industry for the Guanhai Promenade, like a street scene in a Western European town, with mostly exquisite coffee shops or small bars on both sides. From here, you could see the blue sea, the sea breeze carrying a pleasant salty taste.

Turning past the commercial street intersection was the gate of Schilan High School.

But…

As the filter of memory slowly faded, what was presented in front of Chu Zihang was a scene of dilapidated desolation.

White flowers floated on the water, along with clothes and garbage bags. The campus of Schilan High School had been completely destroyed, turning into nothingness.

The peaceful life had long been broken.

"Is that coffee shop still there?"

Looking at this scene, Chu Zihang suddenly asked in the direction of Chu Tianjiao. He had already released the extremely intense Blazing King, and his physical strength was close to exhaustion. At this moment, seeing that the people were no longer the same, he felt a sense of sorrow and frustration.

“Are you talking about the Black Prince Cafe? It should have sunk too… You can’t see it on the online maps anymore,” Chu Tianjiao replied.

His gaze searched the map in the car, and his eyes seemed to be flashing with something different.

“Alright.”

He took a deep breath and stopped looking at everything.

Move forward, don't look back.

“I want to get out of the car, and then get back in later, is that okay?”

“……”

Chu Tianjiao looked at Chu Zihang, who had suddenly spoken, and after a moment of silence, he acquiesced.

Although there was no change in Chu Zihang's facial expression, the emotions conveyed could still be seen from the movement of his eyes.

That was—melancholy.

Bad emotions need to be dispelled. Chu Tianjiao knew that minors should not smoke, so he gave Chu Zihang a chance to relax.

Seeing Chu Tianjiao's expression, Chu Zihang immediately nodded.

“Thank you.”

He pushed open the door and walked alone in the desolate, inverted city.

The incomplete buildings rose from the ground, as if on the vast land, welcoming the pull of the firmament's gravity.

The sky was filled with misty rain, a sign that the earth was calling for darkness, eventually returning to the depths of its original embrace.

……

At the same time.

While Lin Mai was listening to the two of them talking, the notification sound of the Dimensional Chat Group kept flashing in front of him.

【Livestream has ended】

【Detected an open City of the Heavens, would you like to join?】

Lin Mai: “……”

Okay, okay, you're having a party without me, huh?

He raised his vision from reality and returned to the interface of the Dimensional Chat Group, beginning to inquire about the progress of the Path to Godhood component.

【Bridge in the Rainstorm】: “@Cosmic Rich Woman is me, revive, my little rich woman.”

【Bridge in the Rainstorm】: “How is the Path to Godhood component coming along?”

【The Famous V】: “Tsk.”

【The Famous V】: “After fighting a war, I didn’t even get any scars. Is this the strength of our technology department?”

【The Famous V】: “Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension!”

【Group Owner / Dimensional Newbie】: “Lol.”

【Group Owner / Dimensional Newbie】: “Since you want to see the progress of the experiment so much, why don’t you go to the City of the Heavens and take a look?”

【Group Owner / Dimensional Newbie】: “Front row seats, this time our experiment is also closely related to the scale construction of the City of the Heavens!”

【Bridge in the Rainstorm】: “Want to go.”

【Bridge in the Rainstorm】: “But I don’t have the chance, Chu Tianjiao is still in the car.”

【Bridge in the Rainstorm】: “If I really entered the City of the Heavens directly, something might go wrong, and it wouldn’t be good for Chu Zihang outside to see it.”

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me】: “Cough cough.”

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me】: “Since that’s the case, there’s no need to worry about anything, just watch the livestream.”

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me】: “Let’s put up a picture first… please watch the VCR.”

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me】: “【Picture】.”

“……”

Lin Mai consciously double-clicked to open the picture.

I saw that the address displayed in the picture was “City of the Heavens”, and in addition to that, some unexpected things appeared in the city.

Screwllum, and Herta's Space Station.

“This is really playing with the genuine Dimensional Chat Group.”

Lin Mai felt a burst of emotion.

Although he had expected the Dimensional Chat Group to come up with this type of function, he didn't expect the City of the Heavens to have developed it to such a great extent.

Looking at it this way, in the future, it might be possible to directly put the productivity of a planet here to exploit it, with ten times or even more work efficiency, it would be invincible.

Then looking at it this way…

Are these group members Screwllum supervising the work in the City of the Heavens?

I can't hold back, what tragic labor force.

Thinking of this, his consciousness sank once again, re-entering the interface of the Dimensional Chat Group.

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me has started a livestream】

【Cosmic Rich Woman is me】: “Our research is probably in the final stage, you just wait and see how the final result is!”

……

In the livestream screen, everything pointed to Screwllum who was working hard.

Herta Space Station.

V looked at Screwllum who was struggling, with an incredible expression: “Wait a minute, in your Herta Space Station… is there really some kind of racial discrimination?”

“What racial discrimination?”

Asta looked puzzled.

“I think he can be compared to the black people in my world hundreds of years ago… forget it, you probably don’t understand what I’m talking about, it’s a dark joke.”

V waved his hand, the other party was working so hard, one would think he was picking cotton.

Go work, that's what it is.

“Hehe, I feel like he’s not as good as Lord Megatron.”

Megatron took a deep breath and said with a strange voice: “The second round of the Weird Game descends upon the world, global human loading process.”

“《The Weird Ship of the Seventeenth Century》?”

“What? You get 100 free draws upon logging in? Who wouldn’t choose the black person template?”

“Oh my god, I got a medium-level bone enhancement in the last instance with one draw, this time I’m going to take off?”

“……”

“When everyone was overjoyed and chose the black person, Megatron raised the corner of his mouth and silently chose the white farmer… ”

“When the player template was loaded, and everyone was wondering why their 100 consecutive draws hadn’t appeared yet, Megatron took the whip and said sinisterly: Babies, your 100 consecutive draws are here.”

V: “……”

Asta: “……”

They heard it with their heads as big as beans, what innate abstract holy body, who adjusted Boss Wei to be like this?

“Heaven-defying.”

“I feel like Boss Wei is getting more and more crazy, I’m very worried about Boss Wei’s mental state…” Bai Yuekui said with a worried face.

At this time.

When everyone was talking, Asta suddenly had a stagnant expression, her eyes bright, staring straight at the center of the experimental equipment that was emitting endless light.

And under Screwllum's godlike skill in the art, the Path to Godhood, woven together by the bloodlines of the White Emperor and the Black Emperor, had already been created!

“Completely feasible!”

Asta's face was completely shocked!

Only to see…

As if everything returned to the end.

The Path to Godhood, presented in the very center of the experimental equipment, happened to be a section formed by coagulated blood.

Black Stairs!