Dragon Raja; Chapter 35: Golden Eyes (10)

Dragon Raja

The deafening gunshot drowned out the girl’s triumphant shout. A bullet struck her from behind with immense momentum, pushing her forward. She struggled to turn around in disbelief, seeing Lu Mingfei standing there, holding the modified PPK left by Toyama Masashi, the one that had been altered to be like an artillery gun, as he silently rose from the ground.

This red piece was now ablaze.

Caesar and Chu Zihang both withdrew, turning their eyes to the smoke-covered narrow passage. Out of the smoke stumbled a figure, awkwardly carrying the heavy “King of Snipers.” The nearly 1.5-meter sniper rifle looked extremely out of place in his hands—he held it in a way that was nothing like someone trained in firearms.

Caesar frowned, “Who are you? Get out if you’re uninvolved!”

A large-caliber bullet hit him directly, and he staggered backward before falling to the ground.

A shell spun out of the sniper’s chamber and fell to the ground. Lu Mingfei blew at the rifle’s barrel, his face expressionless, his eyes blank.

Chu Zihang slowly turned, his golden pupils reflecting the blade of Murasame. He threw the sword aside and raised his hands. “Who are you?”

Chu Zihang, indeed the legendary figure from Lu Mingfei’s high school—someone like Lu Mingfei could only look up to him from afar.

When Lu Mingfei was in his first year of high school, Chu Zihang was the student council president. He patrolled the school during morning exercises, scoring each class. Whenever it drizzled, Lu Mingfei and the others still had to do their exercises, looking up at Chu Zihang in his pristine white uniform, as he walked slowly along the top-floor corridor of the school building, looking down on them from above. They moved uniformly like toy soldiers.

Only back then, his eyes weren’t this blazing gold.

“Lu… Mingfei?” Miraculously, Chu Zihang called out his name.

In the past, Lu Mingfei might have been overwhelmed with emotion—legendary senior Chu Zihang actually remembered his name. He must have paid attention to him at some point, right? Though he wasn’t one of the fangirls of Chu Zihang, it would still be an honor.

So he said nothing, staring coldly at Chu Zihang.

“The game is over. I surrender!” Chu Zihang felt the murderous intent coming against the wind, sharp like a blade, and decided to give in.

The dark muzzle of the gun rose once again. Lu Mingfei’s bones operated with mechanical precision as he cocked the spring, the bullet sliding into the chamber. His finger tightened around the trigger, feeling as if the mechanical parts of the gun were integrated with his bones. The barrel locked into place, his bones one by one aligning perfectly, and the sight came into focus, Chu Zihang appearing in the crosshairs.

“Against…” Lu Mingfei began to say coldly.

The gunshot swallowed the second word.

Lu Mingfei pulled the trigger. The bullet roared out of the muzzle, piercing Chu Zihang’s chest, a massive burst of blood spraying out.

The campus suddenly went silent. Sunlight shone through the smoke, creating a beautiful golden hue, as if Lu Mingfei stood amidst morning mist. After a long while, he leaned the sniper rifle against the wall and slowly sat down on the steps, clasping his hands and supporting his head.

A powerful march echoed throughout the campus, as the long-silent PA system came back to life, as if just waking up from a nap.

Lu Mingfei snapped out of it, as if waking from a dream, looking at the corpses around him, raising his hands, yet unsure of who to surrender to.

A door from an unknown building opened, and doctors and nurses poured out, carrying briefcases marked with insignia. Lu Mingfei watched in a daze as the doctors took out syringes and began injecting the corpses, not daring to say a word. A small, bald old man with thin round glasses, covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, frowned and sighed as he approached Lu Mingfei. Passing by the bullet-riddled walls, his sighs grew more and more mournful—it seemed he wasn’t at all concerned about the number of casualties but rather distressed about the damage.

He stood in front of Lu Mingfei, looking him up and down. “Judging by your attire, you’re a freshman?”

Lu Mingfei nodded.

“I’m from the Disciplinary Committee! Professor Manstein!” The old man said with disdain. “Go take a rest! Students nowadays! Instead of focusing on their studies when they enter school, they get involved in these pointless games! Is it fun? Is it fun?” He grew angrier as he spoke, pointing at the granite surfaces pockmarked with bullet holes. “All of this costs money, it’s all money!”

Lu Mingfei scooted to the side to sit down, and someone patted his shoulder from behind. “Don’t mind him. Manstein is a good friend of mine; he’s just a bit stingy. I’ll ask him to help you with your studies later.”

Lu Mingfei nodded hastily. “Yes, yes… but what exactly is all this…?”

He turned his head and froze. The one patting his shoulder wasn’t anyone else but Professor Guderian, the very same man who had been shot through the chest. The old man still had a huge bloodstain on his chest but looked full of energy.

“A ghost!” Lu Mingfei’s first reaction was to shout.

“I’m alive! I’m alive!” Professor Guderian quickly waved his hands. “Touch me if you want, I’m warm!”

“So you’ve… successfully come back to life?” Lu Mingfei stammered, trembling.

“I never died! Don’t be scared by the students’ little games—it’s just live-action CS. Today is the school’s ‘Day of Liberty,’ when students can act freely without being punished by school rules.” Professor Guderian sat down beside Lu Mingfei.

“But you’re covered in blood!” Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

“Oh, it’s just a small alchemical device, ‘Frigg Bullets.’ They’re used as toys by the students.” Professor Guderian took a bullet out of his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei. The bullet had a strange, deep red tip.

“Frigg was the wife of Odin, the main god in Norse mythology. To protect her son, Balder, the god of light, she made everything in the world swear not to harm him. So even spears thrown at him would swerve away. These alchemical bullet tips disintegrate into dust upon impact, leaving no injury—just a mark that looks like blood. They contain a small amount of anesthetic, which makes the target pass out instantly. Originally, they were used as tranquilizer rounds, but it’s become a tradition for students to use them on the ‘Day of Liberty.’ Here, let me show you.” Professor Guderian forcefully pressed the bullet into his hand. The hard bullet tip shattered upon impact, bursting into a cloud of blood-red dust, just like the mist of blood that sprays when someone is shot.

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