Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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All sorts of familiar voices, one after another, heaven knows how long he had been torn between his inner thoughts and his inner voice.

The classmates around him seemed to have been brainwashed by the human elite, the teacher on the podium was so inspiring that his golden eyes had lit up, and even the beautiful girl next to him named Xia Mi seemed to have stepped out of a landscape painting.

All of this led him to a profound realization.

He turned his head almost without hesitation to the girl next to him, who was considered his junior. There was no hesitation in her tone, and she was nothing like Lu Mingfei, who said Chen Wenwen was the school beauty in front of Su Xiaoqiang without any sense of unease.

Instead, he immediately imitated the most sincere and convincing voice he remembered, the one that spoke of the blessings of the 996 work schedule, and addressed his new deskmate—who was probably the only oddball or normal person in the entire classroom—disguising himself as a human and becoming the polite and humble "Queen of Earth and Mountains" girl:

"Junior sister, please accept me as your brother."

At that moment, even the Dragon King's daughter was somewhat dazed, not understanding why her deskmate, who had been perfectly normal just moments before, had suddenly become abnormal. After a long pause, the Dragon Princess finally uttered a relatively friendly tone:

"Senior brother, are you sick?!"

"No, I'm serious."

Wang Anzhi glanced at the teachers and students around him who were waving their arms as if possessed, and suddenly realized how captivating the beautiful young girl in front of him, dressed in a dragon skin, was.

He was serious, of course. In this world, was there anyone easier to latch onto and have a more secure connection with than his junior sister Xia Mi?

Moreover, there is the hope of turning his life around and becoming the king's consort. How could such a promising path be without him, the king?

The king and the Xia dynasty shared the world!

He would travel over mountains and valleys to experience such hardship, let alone something so close at hand.

Just as the Dragon Girl nodded in a daze but didn't say anything.

Another subtitle appeared before Wang Anzhi's eyes:

[Achieve the bond with Jormungandr, the Dragon King; the historical dungeon "The Last Emperor" unlocks.]

Oh, right, that year was 2006, which is a year earlier than the "historical" time when Xia Mi started high school.

Chapter 5 Orthodox Families

Thus, from that year onward, Wang Anzhi officially entered the ranks of the reserve Dragonblood Warriors of Kassel, instead of becoming the chosen one of the reserve students of Peking University as he had initially envisioned.

The University of Kassel has an "International Exchange Training Program" at the High School Affiliated to Peking University, which is basically the main source of Chinese students at the University of Kassel, namely the class where Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi were.

Of course, based on Wang Anzhi's secret observations over the past three years of high school, the group of mixed-race Chinese people in China, or rather, the "orthodox" group, is a loose yet tightly organized group.

The loose structure stems from the fact that the orthodox lineage is dominated by various aristocratic families that have existed for thousands of years. These families have intermarried for generations, and from an ordinary person's perspective, they can be traced back to a relative through various means. In addition, they share the same writing system, the same place of origin, and even their alchemical techniques are largely similar, with only slight differences in expertise in certain areas.

But that's not actually the case.

For example, the Chen family of Haining was a renowned noble family during the Qing Dynasty, and they are still as prominent as ever today. Taking advantage of their location on the southeast coast, they have become pioneers in opening up to the outside world and have extensive cooperation with the Italian Mafia family Gattuso, with a focus on biological technology.

It remains to be seen how well he actually performs, but the Chen family head's fifty or sixty children, or even more, are quite famous, making him a modern-day version of King Wen of Zhou. However, while King Wen relied on adopting sons and his own strength, the Chen family head relies on a crooked path, mainly through surrogacy.

The female protagonist, Chen Motong, is a member of the incredibly mysterious and powerful Dragon Clan, rumored to have a secret connection with the Black King. She is one of the possibly fifty or sixty, or even over a hundred, children of the current Chen family head.

Despite this, she held a very high position in the Chen family. At least Wang Anzhi, who was studying at Peking University High School, had never had much contact with her. He only learned about this from one of Chen Motong's younger brothers.

These are no secrets. When Chen Xiaodi mentions his sister, the three kinds of desolation, three kinds of envy, three kinds of jealousy, and one kind of fear that he can't shake off are vividly displayed in just a few seconds. Even the deep affection between siblings that he tries to express when he mentions his sister is completely destroyed by the resentment in his heart.

Although Chen Xiaodi himself may have thought he had concealed it very well, anyone could see that this deep-seated resentment, and even Wang Anzhi, who was just listening, couldn't help but feel alarmed.

Why bother?

Wang Anzhi even felt that Chen Xiaodi was much closer to him, a classmate he had never met, than to his blood-related "sister"—well, though still not by much.

After all, Chen Xiaodi might want to put on a show of "fortune changes every thirty years, don't underestimate a young man's potential" and try to appear respectful and humble to others, since the few dozen or so people in the preparatory class are probably the main source of the "legitimate" government-sponsored overseas study.

Each year, there are roughly one or two A-rank members and a dozen or so B-rank members to maintain appearances, while the rest of the C-rank and D-rank members go in to fish in troubled waters. Of course, the orthodox school cannot send all of its elite children to study in Kassel, as they are not the Eight Families of the Snake Clan of Japan. Of course, they also cannot send all of them to be mediocre and disgraceful to the nation.

In short, the Kassel preparatory class has basically maintained a thumbtack-like structure each year, consisting of a small number of "elites" and a large number of "ordinary people." While it doesn't need to be taken too seriously, it shouldn't be underestimated either.

Just like Susie from the previous year and Ye Sheng from a few years ago, they were both ranked B in the bloodline rating in Kassel. It was a simple bloodline rating, not an executive department level promoted later.

This is certainly a force to be reckoned with, especially for someone like Chen Xiaodi, who was neglected and sent to the preparatory class at Peking University to "drift along".

However, Wang Anzhi still felt that he was overthinking things. His bloodline was not high—only B-rank, and his abilities were not strong—not even as good as B-rank. Even the financial power that a noble family should have was somewhat strained due to the Chen family head's concept of "many children, many blessings".

However, in Wang Anzhi's view, Chen Xiaodi still has certain advantages. For example, if you casually mention to him during a conversation that his sister Chen Motong "can be replaced" or that his father, the head of the Chen family, "a son should be like Chen Xiaodi," Chen Xiaodi will be overjoyed and pour out his grievances to Wang Anzhi, wishing he could kowtow to him in a paradise.

After omitting 90% of the nonsense, Wang Anzhi still managed to learn some "valuable" knowledge.

For example, according to Wang Anzhi's conjecture, the head of the Chen family may have intentionally or unintentionally shown his daughter's status to the outside world in order to sell her to a higher price, although even her father may not know the true nature of Chen Motong.

In addition, Chen Xiaodi also inadvertently mocked that people don't believe the orthodox approach of keeping Kassel's admissions channel solely in the Peking University preparatory class. In reality, what is the case?

He snorted coldly. Some orthodox families would privately send their children to Kassel for private study. They might not look down on a government-sponsored study abroad program like the Peking University preparatory class, nor did they want to be bound by orthodox rules.

For example, his good sister Chen Motong...

Immediately afterwards, Wang Anzhi naturally joined him in denouncing Chen Motong, the little witch he had only heard of but never seen.

Then he turned to Xia Mi to pursue his true path—the path from royal consort to emperor.

What he found most frustrating was that these powerful families, despite their impressive titles, actually lacked the ability to create their own successor, leaving Wang Anzhi with unrealistic expectations.

Aside from coastal families like the Chen family of Haining, which appeared powerful but were actually rather poor, what truly caught Wang Anzhi's attention were inland aristocratic families like the Zhou family of Xiangyang.

Unlike the Chen family, whose influence within the orthodox faction was somewhat underwhelming, the Zhou family of Xiangyang had always been a mainstay within the orthodox faction, holding a pivotal position. Their alchemical weapons were incredibly powerful, reportedly comparable to Flamel's in Europe. Their patriarch, Nuwa, was shrouded in mystery, said to be one of the people with the highest bloodline within the orthodox faction, no less formidable than the Secret Society's "Night Watch."

At the same time, these powerful families as a whole naturally harbored a strong aversion to the Kassel Secret Party, an outsider faction, and there was a certain tacit understanding between them.

Yes, at least on the surface.

Chapter 6 Goodbye - Xia Mi

"Xiaya."

While reminiscing about his past experiences, Wang Anzhi pulled his suitcase to catch up with his junior sister ahead.

To be honest, he was an A-level student in the 3E exam and a leading figure in the Peking University preparatory class at Kassel College. However, compared to his junior sister, who was ostensibly an A-level student but actually a king, he was insignificant. He could only watch helplessly as the Dragon Princess walked at a leisurely pace, always maintaining a proper distance from him.

Wang Anzhi was immediately puzzled, wondering what had happened to the princess.

Just then, they had exited the waiting hall, and the sun was directly overhead. Wang Anzhi looked down at his watch, and the hands were exactly at the "12" mark.

Before he could even sigh, the moment he raised his head, he was met with a pair of bright, beautiful eyes that shone brilliantly in the sunlight, almost making Wang Anzhi think he was seeing a pair of dazzling golden eyes—it was Xia Mi's face, which seemed like a devil fallen to earth. In addition, a faint sigh sent chills down Wang Anzhi's spine.

"Senior brother..."

The girl deliberately drew out her words, but didn't say anything more. She just stood there waiting for him to respond. Wang Anzhi quickly realized his mistake and immediately corrected it. He let go of the suitcase he was carrying in his right hand and the book he had been holding in his left, and raised his hand to make a helpless gesture like a Frenchman.

"Little junior sister."

The Dragon Girl nodded in satisfaction, and Wang Anzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know when, but the girl had developed a dislike for the name "Xia Mi" and no longer wanted Wang Anzhi to call her by that name. As the "royal husband," he naturally had to understand the princess's feelings and readily corrected her.

At this moment, Xia Mi casually took the book that Wang Anzhi had placed on the suitcase—"The History of the Fall of Rome." As she casually flipped through the book, she competed with the sunlight under the 36-degree sun for space between the lines. She easily saw the oldest passages in the book through the folds—the rise and fall of Valentine III.

"Senior, I remember you immediately went to the school library to borrow books on the fall of the Western Roman Empire when you enrolled, right? Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, why are you still so interested in Valentian III, the last emperor of the Western Roman Empire?"

Valentian III was certainly not the last emperor; the Western Roman Empire was not officially destroyed by barbarians until twenty years after his death. However, the historical records do not hold a biased view of him as the last emperor.

He first sat on the throne as a puppet for decades, and then resolutely participated in the struggle for political power, killing the foreign general who had been acting as regent. He finally regained the power he had longed for, and then ended his life with a dramatic death.

Twenty years later, the Western Roman Empire fell.

For this reason, the historical records do not give this emperor a particularly high evaluation, and Xia Mi's attitude can be described as rather conventional.

After hearing Xia Mi's words, Wang Anzhi didn't know how to reply, and could only vaguely say:

"Junior sister, you know I'm somewhat interested in history, not just Roman emperors, but also Han Dynasty emperors and Russian tsars..."

Xia Mi was also a woman of great learning, a living history in herself. She naturally discerned the unspoken meaning in Wang Anzhi's words, and she counted on her fingers:

"The King of Earth and Mountains, the King of Bronze and Fire, the King of Ocean and Water, and the King of Sky and Wind, who has never been seen in the history of the Secret Society and has never been wiped out..."

As she spoke, Xia Mi smiled, her smile as radiant as summer flowers, "...Senior brother, you seem to have a deep interest in the four great kings of the Dragon Clan!"

The Dragon Princess naturally revealed her pretty little tiger teeth, but in Wang Anzhi's eyes, she looked like a gluttonous beast with its mouth wide open, grinding its teeth as it looked at its prey.

However, he was not flustered at all. Unlike his other classmates, who were only amazed by Xia Mi's color and bloodline but did not have much wariness towards this beautiful junior sister, in the eyes of others, Xia Mi had skipped a grade and entered school early. In fact, she was a year younger than them. Among mixed-race people, skipping a grade was not a big news.

Wang Anzhi had known the true identity of this sunny girl for a long time; she was one of the twins on the throne of Earth and Mountain, one of the four great monarchs of the Dragon Clan.

According to the Secret Society, he is the greatest enemy of mankind, second only to the Black King—a mortal foe.

How could Wang Anzhi, who had known Xia Mi's identity for a long time, spent three years with her, and aspired to rise from royal consort to emperor, feel flustered by the girl's slight probing?

He casually tousled the girl's hair, his movements so swift and practiced that even the Dragon King's daughter was caught off guard. He then spoke earnestly:

“Junior sister, we are going to study at the University of Kassel. Kassel College is directly under the management of the Secret Party, which has always taken it upon itself to slay dragons. The four kings of the dragon race are undoubtedly their greatest enemies. How can we not learn about them properly?”

After saying that, he naturally withdrew his hand, leaving only a girl with messy hair and a crown that looked like a rooster's comb, her face blank, frozen in the air around him.

Fortunately, this period of time was not too long. Xia Mi simply tidied himself up a bit and gave his "good senior brother" a meaningful look before not pursuing the matter any further.

What my senior said was certainly true, but he never mentioned his own stance or his views on Kassel College or even the Secret Party. He was just like a fool who blindly followed the trend.

However, Xia Mi knew very well that this senior brother, who came from the Qidian Orphanage, was no ordinary person. Even she, the Dragon King, could not see through the secret hidden in his heart.

Xia Mi even tried to hypnotize him to get the answers she wanted, but all she saw was a righteous-looking man with a completely bewildered expression, which made her want to kick him hard.

Therefore, Xia Mi temporarily abandoned her idea of ​​using such methods to investigate its secrets.

Just now, while her senior brother was resting on the train, she felt the immense spiritual power surrounding him again, which even made her, the Dragon King, feel ashamed.

"Is that you, White King?"

Then the Dragon Girl remembered how Wang Anzhi had rested peacefully beside her, and her expression became complicated.

She subconsciously looked up, only to see Wang Anzhi, who was also looking down.

The two exchanged a glance, simultaneously seeing their reflections mirrored in each other's dark pupils. They nodded almost at the same time, silently reciting to themselves:

"Love is war."

Chapter 7 Chen Motong in the Ferrari

Xia Mi's face immediately flushed slightly, after all, Wang Anzhi was her brother (Dragon's Leg)!

How could she, the queen of the earth and mountains, act like a mere child?

Jormungandr, Jormungandr, have you forgotten the great cause of the dragon resurgence?

So Xia Mi deliberately coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment and temporarily suppress her curiosity about Wang Anzhi's secret, and said: