Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 483: Sakura’s Wrath (5)

Dragon Raja 3

However, the truth was that neither the vice principal’s supervision nor the Gear Department’s assistance was necessary. The real controller was Eva, the quiet virtual girl who held the ultimate authority. With her computational power, she could correct any errors made by the Gear Department, ensuring Heaven’s Wrath would be released properly. Sitting beside the vice principal, she too gazed toward the eastern sky. If it weren’t for the clouds, if the weather had been clear, they should have been able to see the Sky Watcher, rising like a morning star from the horizon, carrying its deadly “sword slot.”

“No changes on the Red Well side, right?” the vice principal said casually, sipping his drink. “It would be bad if the god has already escaped from the well, and we still drop Heaven’s Wrath on it. Such an expensive thing, and it would be a shame to waste it on plants and trees.”

“There shouldn’t be any major changes in such a short time,” Eva said calmly. “This will be over soon. There are only 30 seconds left.”

“Modern technology is truly amazing. In the past, slaying a dragon wasn’t easy. You had to carry blades or rifles loaded with alchemical bullets, ride for days and nights on horseback, and even then, you might not find the dragon’s lair,” the vice principal stretched comfortably. “But now, we can sit in Tokyo, sip a drink, and wait for the sound of the explosion in the distance.”

“But everyone in that well will die.”

“Perhaps everyone in the well deserves to die, no? They’ve all become monsters, and there’s no place for them in the human world,” the vice principal said wistfully.

“10, 9, 8, 7…” Eva began the countdown. The vice principal shifted his gaze toward the direction of the Tama River, and a sharpness flickered in his usually hazy eyes.

“6, 5, 4…” The vice principal could almost hear the sound of the deadly metal rod unlocking its safety in space.

Suddenly, Eva stood up. “Cancel! The launch of Heaven’s Wrath is canceled!”

The researchers in the hall below were stunned. The progress bar, which had been nearing completion, rapidly reversed, and the Sword of Damocles retracted into its slot, its safety re-engaged. In the few seconds when the release would have been perfect, the system forcibly halted the process. High above Tokyo, the Sky Watcher passed by, missing its most optimal chance. The next perfect opportunity wouldn’t come for another 90 minutes, and no one knew what might happen at the Red Well in that time.

“What’s going on? Did Pompeii cancel the launch?” the vice principal demanded. He knew Eva hadn’t interrupted the launch on her own—no matter how much self-awareness she had, Eva was still an AI. She wouldn’t, and couldn’t, defy orders.

Eva looked at the vice principal, her pupils flickering with indecipherable symbols. In an unfamiliar tone, she said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have the authority to answer that question. I received a higher-level command. Another dragon-slaying system has been activated and is currently on its way to the Red Well. The release of Heaven’s Wrath could interfere with the safety of that system, so the launch had to be interrupted.”

“Another system?” The vice principal was shocked. Was there another dragon-slaying system in the world comparable to Heaven’s Wrath? Could there really be a weapon capable of killing the resurrected White Empress?

At that very moment, the bright headlights of an open-top Lamborghini cut through the rain. The car barreled down the road, skidding wildly as Lu Mingfei slammed the gas pedal, using every ounce of his strength to control the heavy steering wheel.

Occasional flashes of lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating his tense, slightly twisted face.

Inside the car, Tamaki Koji’s old song “Friend” was playing on the stereo at full volume. The delicate, sorrowful love song roared through the rain like an angelic chorus at the edge of heaven.

Lu Mingfei didn’t want to hear such a sad song. He was on his way to save people, leading his army. He needed something powerful, something that would help him banish fear and stop thinking.

In life, many things don’t need thinking about. Many calculations never add up. So why think? Just charge forward! Isn’t that how life goes? Whether like fireworks or cherry blossoms, as long as you shine and bloom, that’s all that matters.

And above all, never do anything you’ll regret, and never make the people who love you sad. In this world, there are very few people you love, and even fewer who love you.

He wished there was a CD in the car, one filled with powerful, aggressive love songs. Its lyrics should be like those in Zheng Jun’s No Banquet Lasts Forever, with a voice so raw and torn:

There is no banquet that doesn’t come to an end

Everything will, everything will be lost

There is no banquet that doesn’t come to an end

Your tears, your laughter, all will be lost

If you fall in love with a girl, you must protect her well

If anyone tries to hurt her, you must shoot them with a bow

But unfortunately, he didn’t have a bow, he only had a Tamaki Koji album. Who would’ve thought that a girl with such long legs, who looked like an assassin, would listen to such a sorrowful song:

Only farewell, no more words

In your shadow, my tears fell

Fingers, hair, and voice all turned cold

The life we shared has drifted away, even the breath is lost

We are already friends

From the heart, we are friends

Gazing into each other’s eyes, we are friends

Sadness grows because there are no memories to recall

But the dream remains vivid, even when we meet in dreams, I cannot forget

We are already friends

Beautiful friends

Just like that, we are friends

Gentle friends…

We are already friends

From the heart, we are friends

Forever friends

From now on…

Friends… only farewell can be spoken, nothing else can be said

Could it be that she, too, was in love? In love with someone within her view but forever unreachable?

Honestly, he was utterly exhausted, panting heavily, feeling as if the car would lose control at any moment and send him flying off a cliff. So he had to keep listening to the song, singing along loudly, just to avoid losing focus.

Damn it! He had to hold on a little longer… racing through the fear-stricken Tokyo night, through the silent mountains, facing the ocean rain and stormy winds, he had to make it in time!

By now, he finally understood—understood why he was the only one who thought Erii resembled Nono. Because while Erii was beautiful, she was too blank. When she looked at most people, her eyes were as empty as mirrors, whereas Nono’s gaze was deep and vibrant.

Only when Erii looked into Lu Mingfei’s eyes did those blank eyes seem to come to life, as if someone had skillfully added the finishing touch. Only in those fleeting moments of eye contact did the part of her soul that was a “girl” truly come alive.

The rear tires screeched as they slid down the slope, the headlights sweeping like the fast-spinning hands of a clock, circling over and over again, until finally, the Lamborghini crashed hard into a tree. The radiator cap cracked, and white steam hissed out in all directions.

In the end, he had wrecked the beautiful woman’s Lamborghini. It seemed that losers like him just weren’t meant to drive fancy cars. From the Bugatti Veyron to this Lamborghini, every supercar he touched barely lasted for one drive.

All the airbags deployed, and his head had smashed into the steering wheel, leaving him bloodied. He pushed open the door, staggering as he ran up the mountain. He didn’t even know what he could do once he got there—this time, he didn’t even have the Seven Deadly Sins with him. He just felt he had to hurry. If he could run faster than time, maybe he could change the ending of this story.

The mountain was silver, the rocks were silver, and everything he could see was covered in withered trees wrapped in silver threads. It was as if a giant silkworm had spun its cocoon all over the mountain, or perhaps it was like the glass-like world described in Buddhist scriptures, far removed from the earthly dust.

But these silver threads were clearly not something good. He hadn’t run far when he saw red cocoon-like objects hanging from the trees. The cocoons were semi-transparent, and inside, he could faintly make out shriveled human figures.

Inside the cocoon, the person was dressed in a black ninja uniform—one of the Fūma Clan’s subordinates. Lu Mingfei didn’t know much about the history of the Fūma Clan, nor did he have the energy to wonder why ninjas were still operating in this day and age. But he could tell how the ninja had died. His body and skull were wrapped and penetrated by the white threads, all the fluids in his body drained through the fine channels in the silk. That’s why the cocoon was stained red—there were still red blood cells lingering in the threads. He had been completely drained by the white silk. The trees were no exception. All the trees on the mountain were withered, their nutrients completely sucked out.

All the white threads seemed to originate from the direction of the Red Well, as if some white-haired demon was sitting there, with thousands of meters of white hair cascading down.