Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Boss, drink some water. You've worked hard. Let me rub your shoulders." The former deputy minister of the Ministry of Information smiled attentively and drove back and forth just to listen to the teachings of the great leader Fingel again.

As we all know, the most united department in Kassel College is the News Department. All members of the News Department love their boss and follow them to the death during their three to four years of college career. He never quits midway for fear of someone who owes them money. The guy ran away...

"Boss, no wonder the school has not graduated you for so many years. You are the school's ultimate humanoid weapon!" The deputy minister looked excited, and his eyes were full of little stars...all of reverence for the great leader!

The great leader remained unmoved, squinting his eyes and enjoying the long-lost massage from his former little brother.

The deputy minister was not discouraged, but said happily: "Boss, it's time to gather people. As long as you give the order, I will call all the brothers here. I believe that in the near future, the execution department can be renamed the news department. It’s over!”

The great leader raised his eyelids slightly, seeming to be somewhat interested in the scene he described.

Two years after graduation, the deputy minister still has not forgotten the fine traditions of the Ministry of Information. He is keenly observant and strikes while the iron is hot: "Boss, brothers have been waiting for many years, just waiting for your order!"

The team members on the side squatted in the corner, silently watching the captain's flattering appearance. They exchanged glances with each other and remained silent to each other.

It's all in the eyes!

For those who didn’t know, I thought this was going to be a cup-breaking uprising...

After a while, the captain came to the team members with his head high and his chest high, and solemnly announced: "Everyone go back to your room and have a good night's rest. Tomorrow we will set off to Greenland!"

The team members looked at each other, and someone summoned the courage to ask: "Captain, why are you going to Greenland?"

The captain said in surprise: "Do you still need to ask? Of course I am going to perform the mission."

Someone said bravely: "Didn't we just finish a mission? According to the rules, we should take a short vacation."

The captain said sadly: "Young people should look further ahead and have a holiday. Are you embarrassed to ask for a holiday at this age? How can there be a future if you don't work hard?"

The team member said nonchalantly: "But didn't you say before that if you want to live a long time, you have to fish hard?"

The captain said solemnly: "Do you know what it means that today is different from the past? Stop talking nonsense. In a word, you will not get the credit for free prostitution."

…

Fingel went into the next room.

The room was full of the smell of medicine. Sheriff Henkel was leaning on the bed, the alchemy revolver filled with the Philosopher's Stone was in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the symbolically tied dragon.

The latter appears to still be in a coma.

Seeing Fingel walking in, Henkel looked unkind and said angrily: "You are really not afraid of accidents, do you trust me so much?"

Fingel unceremoniously sat on the edge of Henkel's bed, and the bed suddenly sank.

He shrugged and said: "I don't trust you, I trust this alchemy revolver 'Texas Dawn'."

Henkel glanced at him, slowly put away the huge revolver, and said slowly: "Don't worry about it. This gun will definitely be buried with me after I die."

Fingel's heart ached as if his heart was being cut: "Isn't this a waste of natural resources?"

"Who is this guy? You go out and bring back a pure-blood dragon?" Henkel ignored him, focusing on the dragon in front of him, his voice was low and full of surprise.

"Pure-blooded dragon?" Fingel read it again in a strange tone, and then chuckled, "I thought this guy was a pure-blooded dragon at first, but later I found out that it didn't seem to be the case."

"No?" Henkel asked doubtfully, "Are you trying to tell me this is a Deadpool? Or a hybrid?"

"He does claim to be Deadpool." Fingel stood up and poured a glass of water, brought it to the dragon on the sofa, and said sincerely: "Don't pretend to be unconscious. You roared so loudly before, now you pretend to be unconscious. It kind of ruins the image."

The dragon slowly woke up.

It looked down at the rope tied to its body, was silent for a moment, and tried to exert force, and the rope suddenly broke.

It’s really just an ordinary rope… What on earth were these people thinking?

"I mean, the process still has to go through." Fingel snorted, "We are very polite to you. Please respect yourself and stop struggling. You don't want us to torture you to extract a confession, right?"

The dragon said indifferently: "A true warrior will not be afraid of any form of coercion."

"Really?" Fingel asked doubtfully, "For example, if I give you a large dose of sedatives to make you unable to move, and then lock you with a boar that has been injected with an estrous needle, would you be able to endure it?"

"..."

It may not understand what tranquilizers and estrous needles are, but Fingel's description still gave it a chill.

"I can feel that you are a true warrior." The dragon took a deep breath and said, "A true warrior should not humiliate his enemies. Death is the embodiment of mercy."

Fingel carried a bottle of whiskey, pried open the seal, poured out the water in front of the dragon, filled it up and said, "Taste it, this is the spirit gifted to you by a true warrior."

"Strong liquor?" The dragon's eyes twitched, seeming to be a little surprised, but also happy. It slowly raised the cup and smelled it first. The unfamiliar aroma of wine came to its nostrils, and its Adam's apple rose and fell visibly to the naked eye.

Fingel narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You made me confirm that there was such a thing as alcohol in the era you lived in."

The dragon didn't pay attention to his temptation. He tried to take a sip. The taste was clear and mellow, fragrant and strong, with obvious aroma of dried fruits, spices and plants.

The unprecedented taste impacted his taste buds that had been dormant for thousands of years.

"Good wine!" The dragon said with shining eyes, "In your era, do you already have enough excess food to squander it to study the craft of wine making?"

Fingel smiled and took the glass from its hand, then held up a finger.

"One question, half a glass of wine."

The dragon was stunned, as if it had never expected that Fingel would propose such a deal. In its era, even enemies could drink together until dawn after the war.

It smiled bitterly and shook its head: "What do you want to know? Some things are in the past and should not be mentioned again."

"We have lost important history and need to make up for it." Fingel said in a rare moment of seriousness.

"Forgetting may not be a bad thing." The dragon said calmly, "Some dirty and dark histories should be completely buried in the past and never be recalled."

"About forty years ago, humans first landed on the moon. Do you know what the moon is? It's the moon in the sky." Fingel suddenly changed the topic, raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head, and said softly, "We It has left the earth and begun to move towards the sea of ​​stars."

"You have been sleeping for too long. I don't know how far human beings have developed today. All the weapons I used against you were standard weapons that can be mass-produced. The most terrifying weapons currently used by human beings can easily plow the earth. On the surface, I am just a soldier, and I am not qualified to touch the individual combat weapons that truly represent the cutting-edge of this era!"

"Humanity's strongest warrior is given the title of 'Jedi Knight', and the weapon he wears is a lightsaber with kyber crystal as its energy core. Oh, kyber crystal is a rare energy that we encounter when exploring territories outside the earth. Ore, a lightsaber based on this energy ore can easily break through the scales of a dragon. In front of a lightsaber, the hardest scales of a dragon are just paper..."

Sheriff Henkel listened expressionlessly. He knew that Fingel often had his own ideas, but he didn't know that this guy had started to fool dragons.

Just bully people for not watching Star Wars!

In the next ten minutes, Fingel described the light-speed development of human beings over the past thousands of years and the extraordinary power of top humans in a calm tone with a hint of excitement...

The dragon was completely stunned when he heard it. It felt like he was listening to a story, but the other party told it extremely seriously, and even many details seemed to be very precise and concrete. There was no contradiction at all, just like...

Just like the real thing!

At the end, Fingel kept talking and said, "That's it for now. I will show you a documentary another day. Then you will know whether I lied to you or not."

"You should understand the meaning of what I say!" Fingel said with a sincere expression, "Human beings are no longer the weak group you remember. Time has changed too many things, and it has also changed the position of the biological chain. We have Enough power to trace that forgotten history, what we are pursuing is the truth, and those heroes buried in the long river of history, they should not be forgotten by future generations of mankind!"

The dragon's breathing gradually became heavier and thicker.

Seeing that he was about to succeed and only missed the last step, Fingel decisively pursued the victory and released his final big move: "To tell you the truth, we completely killed the King of Bronze and Fire the year before last, and conquered the earth and mountains last year. King, oh, we just saw the awakened White King not long ago..."

"You mean King White?!" The dragon lost his voice, "You also killed King White?!"

"Um, you can't win without force, and you can't win without force." Fingel was humble and strong, fully understanding the truth that bullshit is only half-blown. "At that time, the only thing left of the White King was the holy skeleton with genetic genes. The last one we killed Not the complete White King.”

The dragon took a deep breath and said: "This is also an amazing feat. You...you...what did you rely on to kill the earth and mountains, bronze and fire? Jedi Knights and lightsabers?"

"No, it's love." Fingel said seriously, "The Jedi are only the last resort. We found that the most deadly weapon in the world is no match for the word 'love'. This is our secret weapon."

"...Love?" The dragon's eyes were blank, not sure if he heard it wrong.

Fingel waved his hand, indicating that it was not important, and urged: "I have told you so much, should you give me some feedback? First of all, tell me why you call yourself Deadpool?"

The dragons were silent for a while before speaking: "In our era, the meaning of human and dragon existence is the same, which is to become each other's reproductive tools and reproduce excellent hybrids. During the period when the New God ruled the world , only mixed races are qualified as first-class citizens.”

Fingel asked: "New God? Which new god?"

The dragon slowly spit out a name.

At this moment, Henkel's expression suddenly changed. Fingel's expression was still stable, but his eyes were deep and he said: "Does he have a younger brother named Loki?"

The dragon frowned and recalled, then shook his head and said, "I have never heard that Your Majesty has a younger brother named Loki."

"Okay, let's get back to the point, why do you call yourself Deadpool?" Fingel asked, "In your era, all hybrids were Deadpool?"

"No, only hybrids who have exceeded the critical blood limit will be called Deadpool and have the qualification to enter the Hall of Valor."

"Hall of Valor? It's really all right." Fingel said softly, "In your era, can hybrids easily break through the critical blood limit without worrying about being backlashed by dragon blood?"

"I would be worried." The dragon nodded, "Not all hybrids can break through the critical blood limit. Only hybrids that inherit the royal blood can still stabilize their bloodline after breaking through the critical blood limit."

"Emperor's blood?" Fingel's face changed slightly as he asked, "Whose descendant are you talking about? The White King?"

"Of course I am the blood descendant of the Black King." Dragon said calmly, "I am the blood descendant of the Black King. In our era, the New God gave the blood and bones of the Black King to the main participants in the final battle, and the descendants of the Black King Born here, my clan comes from this.”

Fingel's expression changed slightly and he said, "You mean, there are more than one or two blood descendants of the Black King?"

"It's not much in front of the whole world. The blood descendants of the Black King are born to be rulers." Dragon said softly, "But this glory did not last long. The new god who once gave us the blood and bones of the Black King suddenly turned his back. , broke us into the ranks of the Dragon Clan, and hunted us on a large scale. If the New God hadn't suddenly disappeared, we would all be dead."

Fingel was silent for a while and then asked: "What is the half-blood monarch plan you mentioned earlier?"

"You don't know?" The dragon looked confused.

"I'm not what you call a candidate for the Half-Blood Monarch Project." Fingel said frankly. "I just took enough serum to push my bloodline to an extremely high level."

"Serum?" The dragon seemed to have never heard of this term and guessed, "Is it the essence of dragon blood? In our era, dragon blood is also refined through alchemy to strengthen itself, but the success rate is very low. Failure means death."

"Absolutely." Fingel nodded, "Is the Half-Blood Monarch Project hosted by Odin, or who?"

"It is not hosted by the New God." The dragon shook his head and said, "This plan appeared after the disappearance of the New God. We need new power to fight against the Dragon Clan. Someone proposed a hybrid monarch plan. The core of the plan is to use alchemy and The essence of dragon blood is used to allow the best royal blood descendants of the Black King to break through taboos and reach the status of a monarch."

"You want to create four monarch-level super hybrids?"

"You could say we failed at that time."

"fail?"

"Someone is assassinating the blood descendants of the Black King." The dragon whispered, "The best of us, the royal blood, died during the experiment because the experiment failed, and the remaining clan members were treated as prey."

"Who is hunting you?" Fingel said solemnly.

"There are many, including dragons, servants of the New God, and even...our own people." The dragon said expressionlessly.

Fingel was speechless.

"I have a question. Are you sure all the Black King's descendants are dead?" Henkel, who had been working on the background board, suddenly asked.

The dragon turned to look at him with a strange look: "Of course not. Even if you don't count me, isn't this guy living a good life?"

He pointed at Fingel, who was carrying the whiskey.