Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 317: For Your Majesty (132)

Dragon Raja 5

When these genes are expressed as external traits, it’s not as simple as each parent contributing 50%. It’s not that a mother with big eyes and a father with small eyes will necessarily have a child with medium-sized eyes.

Genes are divided into dominant and recessive genes. Recessive genes are only expressed when they appear in pairs, while once a pair of genes contains a dominant gene, the dominant gene is expressed.

The gene expression of dragons is more complex. Some dragon kings even have tetraploid genes (more like plant genes), and there are indications that they can switch freely between diploid, triploid, and tetraploid.
We’ll discuss the evolutionary process of dragons and the influence of dragon genes on other creatures another time.

In short, dragon gene carriers and dominant hybrids are different. It is possible for you to carry a high proportion of dragon genes, but they are in a recessive state, and you will still behave like an ordinary person.

This is similar to someone being a carrier of a virus, but not necessarily an infected person; the virus quietly lurks in their body.

Throughout history, dragon genes have been carried by many people like fragments of a virus, but these people are merely transmitters, not inheritors. These gene fragments are usually diluted to a negligible level, much like how the inhabitants of Eurasia generally possess 1-4% Neanderthal genes—a very small proportion—and we rarely exhibit Neanderthal characteristics. However, in very rare individuals, dragon genes may be highly enriched, or this highly aggressive gene may silently rewrite the genetic chain of certain carriers (genetic mutation), creating the opportunity to produce true hybrids.

In other words, the emergence of mixed-race individuals has many unexpected reasons. Although Cassel College was founded by a prominent mixed-race family, it still selects mixed-race students from around the world, precisely for this reason.

Therefore, Su Xiaoyan is very likely a carrier of dragon genes, but these genes are recessive in her, while in her son Chu Zihang, the dragon blood roars and releases its power.

The same goes for Renata and Su Enxi’s parents.

As for prestigious mixed-race families like the Gattuso family, they are well aware of the secrets of the dragon race and continuously expand their family’s influence by leveraging the advantages of mixed-race individuals. Therefore, they inevitably require each generation’s patriarch to be an outstanding mixed-race individual. Consequently, they are particularly meticulous in selecting the future patriarch’s spouse, maximizing the chances of a mixed-race descendant through layers of genetic screening. Chen Motong was likely chosen for this very reason.

idle chatter by the pit
Lately, I’ve been distracted by publicity work and exhausted by unexpected events at work, so my writing process has been fragmented.

For example, I had wanted to write about Su Enxi’s past for a long time, but after I finished writing it, I felt that it was not appropriate to include it here, and I needed to re-plan it during the revision process.)

Auchinez crawled along the ceiling, which was covered with sturdy polyethylene pipes. He had just been reborn, and hot blood was washing over his veins, awakening every cell in his body, and renewing his internal organs.

This wasn’t the first time he’d experienced something like this. Although each time he’d paid a terrible price, he felt it was all worth it at this moment of rebirth.

He felt as if he had returned to 1945, when he was young, carrying a submachine gun, and under the cover of a sky full of planes and artillery fire, he rushed into Berlin.

In the fierce street fighting, he was light and agile, like a monkey, leaping and rolling, firing deadly bullets. The Reichstag was in front of him. He pulled the red flag from the dead standard-bearer and carried it on his shoulder. It was the iron fist of justice, to Hitler smash’s last bastion; it was the Soviet sunshine, to illuminate a new era.

That feeling was absolutely wonderful, as if the whole world would make way for him, and youth and passion were his indestructible shield.

Compared to that feeling, he felt a little disgusted with himself now. He had the appearance of a young man, but he was a sneaky stalker with a constant thirst for blood.

He didn’t want to drink blood; he simply wanted to see blood gushing from his prey’s body, like large red flowers, and feel it flowing warmly over his own body. Only in this way could he release the power surging in his veins.

That was the serum’s induction; for a period of time after rebirth, this craving for blood would surface intermittently. During his previous rebirth, he wandered the streets of Moscow for months, killing drunken pedestrians under the cover of night.

Women’s blood was better, especially young and beautiful women, which gives him a greater hunting thrill, but the waitress looked a bit strange.

He didn’t act immediately, and in hindsight, that was a very wise decision, as evidenced by the girl’s courage to turn off the power. A normal person, knowing they’re being watched from behind by a dangerous predator, would only tremble and hide in a well-lit place.

The darkness in the basement was unlike the night. Even in the deepest darkness, Auchinez could see blurry shadows with his superhuman vision, because the atmosphere would always refract a tiny bit of light from some distant source—just a fraction of a candle’s flame, enough for Auchinez. But no light could penetrate this deep basement; his superhuman vision was useless. The girl had taken off her high heels; otherwise, her footsteps would have made a slight noise.

He was an experienced veteran, likely rigorously trained in combat. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the instructors at those spy schools who trained female intelligence agents lost their jobs, and Bunin recruited the best of them to cultivate his beautiful but deadly weapons. This girl was probably one of the waitresses Bunin had planted.

But she made a fatal mistake; she shouldn’t have drunk that half-bottle of vodka. Auchinez’s sense of smell was good enough to track down the faint smell of alcohol.

Vodka is a very mild-tasting liquor, and rebellious kids often sneak a sip. Even their parents can hardly smell it after drinking a lot. But in Auchinez’s mind, it was a clear, pale blue cloud of smoke, rising and billowing into the sky. The girl moved slowly along the wall, a brilliant strategy that ensured that no enemies would appear on the side closest to the wall. But she didn’t expect that Auchinez, after her rebirth, would be so light yet possess strength comparable to that of a young adult, able to hang effortlessly from the ceiling.

She even took off her skirt, a foolish move. Although it would prevent the fabric from rubbing together and making noise when she moved, the basement wasn’t very warm, and she would soon become sluggish due to heat loss. So she would probably go to a vent to warm up, and when she stopped, that would be Auchinez’s perfect opportunity. Auchinez licked her sharp claws, imagining the moment they ripped out that heart, and felt a pleasure so intense she almost groaned out loud.

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