Chapter 62: More Than One World, More Than One Moon

The train bound for hell was hurtling down from its zenith.

Zoran stood upon the roller coaster, his expression indifferent. The wind was deafening, a violent roar that made it difficult for Lu Mingfei to even keep his eyes open.

All Mingfei could see was Zoran standing there. The space around the man seemed frozen; the chaotic gales couldn't even ruffle the hem of his suit. It was as if the wind itself didn't dare to approach him.

The young boy who claimed to be Mingfei's brother had vanished along with the fading sound of Zoran's clap. He hadn't even been able to leave behind a single word. Mingfei felt a twinge of bitterness; somehow, he felt like this wasn't right.

Suddenly, Zoran turned his gaze toward him and asked, "Lu Mingfei, do you think you're cut out for dragon slaying?"

Mingfei didn't know why the man would ask such a strange question at a time like this. He instinctively shook his head.

Humans who inherited dragon blood were called hybrids, and they possessed superpowers known as Yanling. This elite class of hybrids wielded immense power and influence, hiding in the shadows of the world, waiting for the chance to slay dragons. The entire world was essentially a war between hybrids and dragons.

And he, Lu Mingfei? How could he be a dragon slayer? In his own self-perception, he was nothing more than a mediocre loser.

For the first seventeen years of his life, he had been practically invisible. His greatest wish was to marry the girl he'd crushed on in high school and live a happy, unremarkable life. The King of Bronze and Fire had died at his hands, yes, but that was Lu Mingze's doing. A real natural-born dragon slayer should be like Chu Zihang: a silent "killing machine" face, excelling at everything he touched.

But many people told him he had the "stuff." Principal Angers, the professors... he had been ranked as an S-rank hybrid the moment he entered the college, the highest level possible. He was being pushed forward; his life was being driven by forces beyond his control.

A bone-chilling sound suddenly tore through the air. Mingfei's eyes instantly snapped toward the source.

The cracks had finally consumed the entire track. A section of the rail separated in half a second, twisting into a mangled mess of steel as it plummeted toward the ground.

It's over, he thought.

Desperate screams filled his ears. To hit the ground from this height... Mingfei figured even Ultraman would have a hard time walking that away.

Chu Zihang reacted instantly, but the fully loaded Midgard Snake, propelled by gravitational acceleration, reached the severed gap in a heartbeat. At this speed, there wasn't even time for last words.

He managed to look back one last time. He saw Mingfei's look of sheer terror, and the new teacher he'd never seen before, standing behind them with absolute composure. In that final sliver of time, Chu Zihang froze.

He saw the man reach out. Then, a sound like bones snapping back into place echoed through the air.

The severed tracks were reshaped within a thousandth of a second. Like time flowing backward, the steel twisted and realigned under the molding of an invisible, majestic force, snapping back together with perfect precision.

Xia Mi, looking forward, turned pale in an instant.

Midgard Snake roared across the repaired rail, as steady as a mountain.

From start to finish, Zoran had made only one gesture. He had simply closed his hand, and the world moved according to his will. Everything was fine; nothing had happened. It was as if this was how things were always meant to be.

...If only Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei hadn't seen the track plummeting with their own eyes.

What kind of power could effortlessly lift a massive steel track, heavy as a redwood trunk and laden with passengers?

…

On the platform, Lu Mingfei let out a retch and vomited.

Chu Zihang was deathly pale. Sitting in the front row, he had practically watched the tracks split apart right in front of him.

Steps approached. Zoran spoke with unhurried ease: "Well? Was it fun?"

"Not fun... blegh—" Mingfei gripped the railing.

Midgard Snake had been emergency stopped. A group of uniformed staff members, clutching equipment cases, rushed up from both sides of the platform to conduct an inspection. Many people had seen the tracks separate; this was a massive incident that had threatened the lives of over a hundred people.

"Thank goodness Professor Tso Lan was here..." Mingfei finally finished vomiting and wiped his mouth.

Was it a Yanling? But he hadn't seen the man's eyes light up.

Golden eyes were the hallmark of a hybrid. When using their abilities, the pupils turned gold, a symbol of dragon blood that usually carried an unimaginable pressure. But Zoran didn't have golden eyes, just like him. From beginning to end, the color of his pupils hadn't changed a bit.

In fact, there wasn't even a trace of draconic majesty.

"Thank you," Chu Zihang said, recovering his senses enough to offer his gratitude. Regardless of who this mysterious teacher was, he had undeniably saved their lives. Falling from fifty stories at 250 kilometers per hour... even a First-Generation Dragon wouldn't walk away unscathed.

Moreover, they were merely hybrids who inherited the bloodline. A complete dragon was far stronger than a genetically mixed hybrid; they were entities that could usually only be defeated with high-tech weaponry.

As they spoke, a maintenance worker climbed down from the high tracks, reporting into his radio with a bewildered expression:

"To be honest, there's absolutely nothing wrong. The tracks are as new as the day they were built. I think... I think we might have had a mass hallucination..."

On the platform, Chu Zihang stared silently at Zoran. This was the man's handiwork.

Xia Mi's mood didn't seem particularly bright, after all, she had just walked through the gates of hell. Mingfei, on the other hand, felt much better after his bout of vomiting; it seemed his previous mission in the Bronze City had toughened his constitution.

Both of them were his juniors, one a year below, one two years below. Because of this, Chu Zihang wasn't as oblivious as they were. As the president of the Lionheart Society and an experienced hybrid, he sensed something deeply wrong. He quietly stepped toward Zoran.

"Exactly... what kind of existence are you?"

There was a faint, nearly imperceptible trace of dread in his voice, an emotion he rarely felt. But facing Zoran now, even he could only ask in a hushed tone.

Hybrids did not possess such power, to effortlessly lift thousands of tons of steel and repair it seamlessly. Among the high-order Yanling sequences, there were indeed dangerous abilities with great power, but they were purely destructive. For hybrids, the stronger the Yanling, the harder it was to control. That was an unbreakable truth.

Unless... the person standing before them, looking so calm and breezy, was a Dragon King in human skin. That would explain why he could raise his hand with such elegant ease, making the world change like a stage in the palm of his hand.

Chu Zihang's hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"Interesting. You asked the same question as Angers." Zoran glanced at him.

He raised his voice slightly, ensuring that Xia Mi—no, the Dragon King Jormungandr, could hear him clearly as she stood nearby with her ears perked.

He said calmly: "If you can jump out of the mindset of a single world, perhaps many questions will no longer be questions."

Chu Zihang shook his head, not understanding.

But Xia Mi froze. Her eyes trembled as she looked at Zoran. In this world, there was no such thing as an existence that could use superpowers without possessing dragon blood.

Except for one possibility. A possibility ordinary people wouldn't dare to imagine.

What if the person before her... was not from this world?

Granted, in this world, a Dragon King was virtually invincible, like a grandmaster in a martial arts novel, sweeping across the land. But what about the heavens?

Xia Mi looked up. Unbeknownst to them, the sky had gradually darkened. An ethereal, white lunar disc hung high above everyone's heads. In her sight, the moon seemed to dim for a fleeting moment.

The moon had been appearing exceptionally early these past few days. It was like a reserved item in a shop, eagerly presenting itself to a very important customer.