Dragon Raja 4; Chapter 122: Chu Tianjiao (11)

Dragon Raja 4

“The airport had an accident too? This rain is really messing things up—highways are closed, the port’s not running, and now flights are grounded. We’re all stuck in the city at this rate,” the young nurse complained.

Everyone’s attention shifted to the news, where a small commuter plane was shown preparing for takeoff, with large pools of water on the runway.

Lu Mingfei wasn’t interested at first, but after one glance, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Among the ripples in the water, countless droplets bounced, and within them shimmered a strange golden light, as if golden flames were burning beneath the surface.

A wave of terror washed over him. An icy chill ran through his veins. It was Odin’s unique energy! Even the mighty Jörmungandr and Fenrir didn’t possess this kind of majestic aura. He recalled the moment at Qixing Pond when Odin had stepped out of the mist—the surface of the sea had also shimmered with this same light, accompanied by flashes of white and purple lightning. Just as he thought this, a streak of lightning crossed the TV screen.

Odin was about to act! There were over a hundred passengers on that plane!

“Call the authorities! Someone call! The plane can’t take off! It can’t!” Lu Mingfei shouted.

Everyone in the room was startled, including the three patients. Immortal darted out of the room, shouting something about the empress and how the new guy seemed to be having an episode.

The plane began to accelerate, its wings trembling in the wind and rain. This was supposed to be a smooth takeoff, but suddenly, one wing and the landing gear snapped. The nose of the plane, which had just lifted off, plummeted down. The plane skidded off the runway, and within seconds, the engines exploded into a ball of fire. Alarms blared, and chaos erupted at the airport.

“You bastard!” Lu Mingfei roared.

He could see the projection of Odin, far away, swinging his sword. The sword’s light swept across the airport like a hurricane, cutting down the iron bird that was about to soar into the sky.

Several burly orderlies rushed into the room, pinning Lu Mingfei down and injecting him with a tranquilizer before strapping him with extra restraints. In their eyes, this patient was just as troublesome as the expert had warned—he had seemed calm watching the news, only to suddenly have a breakdown. Of course, the accident itself had been quite terrifying. That morning, a plane had skidded off the runway during takeoff, injuring dozens of passengers and throwing the airport into chaos.

It was only after Lu Mingfei was bound that he realized the accident had already happened earlier. The news was just a replay.

While he had been constantly reloading the scenario, trying to find a way to save Nono, Odin had been making his own attempts to infiltrate reality. Both of them were racing against time.

Now Odin had destroyed the airport, trapping everyone in the city. The god and his army had surrounded humanity, though most people believed it was just a storm.

As the doctors and nurses busied themselves with injections and monitors, with Finger also lending a hand, no one paid attention to the patient himself. Lu Mingfei didn’t struggle—he was deep in thought, staring at the ceiling, perfectly clear-headed. He couldn’t explain any of this to anyone. Both interpretations of the event made sense: in Lu Mingfei’s mind, Odin’s sword had severed the plane’s wing and landing gear. But investigators could just as easily conclude that it was a maintenance failure combined with the slick, rainy runway. Different observers would have different explanations for the same event. And at the intersection of those worlds stood Lu Mingfei, the lone singularity. From any perspective, he was a monster. And a monster had to have its own unique way of thinking.