Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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"Do you know how our organization treats those who refuse to join?" Even in his threatening tone, Lillard maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.

When Greta, who was sitting to the side, heard her boss's seemingly irrational threat, her heart skipped a beat and she immediately sensed something was wrong.

"I don't know, tell me."

Long journeys can be tedious, so having some extra entertainment options is acceptable to Cao Han.

Within his perception range, there were only three hybrids on the entire train: himself, Lillard, and Greta on the other side. This also meant that the Hybrid Monarchs organization had only sent the two of them, so they wouldn't be caught in a siege.

Moreover, judging from their aura, even if they didn't know exactly what the Word of Power was, the two people in front of him were far from posing a threat to Cao Han.

Be confident!

Lillard clearly sensed a calm and composed demeanor from Cao Han, which meant that Cao Han did not take Lillard's threat seriously at all.

However, it is precisely this disregard that makes people even angrier!

"We will capture any hybrids who refuse, extract their bloodline power bit by bit, and then convert it into nutrients to enhance our strength."

"Now I think I understand. Is this the source of your mixed-race kings' confidence to ascend to godhood? It's based on a method similar to taking the best from other mixed-race species and absorbing their power?"

Ignoring Lillard's increasingly gloomy expression, Cao Han kept muttering to himself, analyzing the information revealed in Lillard's simple sentence.

to be frank.

He hadn't encountered such a simple "enemy" for a while.

Without even trying to get information out of them, they couldn't help but reveal all the key information.

A look of shock flashed across Greta's emerald green eyes. She had not expected Cao Han's reasoning ability to be so terrifying, able to analyze so much information from just one threatening remark from Lillard.

The scariest thing is that the analysis results are almost always accurate.

Most members of the Hybrid Monarch possess multiple Words of Power, and in principle, the hybrids they "capture" are for their own consumption.

"Your method of using the bloodlines of other mixed races to achieve godhood may seem real and effective in the early stages, but there is a fatal problem that cannot be avoided."

"What's the problem?" Grela blurted out without thinking.

As she ventured deeper into the path of deification, and after experiencing the "sweet period" of constantly pushing her bloodline past its limits in the early stages, Grela increasingly sensed that there were likely significant drawbacks hidden within.

It's very likely that the so-called "supreme monarch" was aware of this drawback, but for some unknown reason, he didn't tell these organization members.

Instead, they were allowed to continue to delve deeper into it.

It's just a feeling, but when you ask Greta to explain it in any meaningful way, she can't quite put her finger on it.

Now that Cao Han has said it so bluntly, she suddenly felt an absurd feeling, like a straw being handed to her when she was drowning.

"It's a very simple principle; you've probably all heard of the theory of bloodline, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The improvement in strength is actually the continuous increase in the concentration of dragon blood in the body."

"Uh-huh."

"The reason you didn't encounter any problems earlier is simply because your mental fortitude is strong enough. You must have already felt the side effects of your impure bloodline, right?" Cao Han said with a smug smile.

A mixed-race monarch, indeed!

The name sounds impressive, but it's actually just some old stuff that the Secret Service has already done.

Absorbing dragon blood can enhance one's strength, something every hybrid knows. The key question is how to overcome the loss of control and prevent oneself from degenerating into a dead servant.

As for not directly absorbing the bloodline power of pure-blooded dragons, but instead using the bloodline power of hybrids...

Cao Han believes that even if one has slightly more advanced technical skills, the results are still very limited, and the core problems cannot be avoided.

It is completely incomparable to the "Nibelungen Project" devised by the Vice-Headmaster and the Night Watchman using their superb alchemy.

The key to the Nibelungen Project is to purify and refine the bloodline power of the dragons through alchemy, stripping away the negative influence of the dragon will contained within on hybrids, thereby avoiding the risk of becoming Deadpool.

The only drawback is that this technology requires an extraordinary amount of dragon bloodline power and has very specific requirements regarding the dragon's level.

From the very beginning, I was aiming for the level of the Four Sovereign Dragon Kings.

Using it on the next generation of species as a fallback is merely to accumulate experience and test the possibility of the plan.

According to Principal Angers, the Nibelungen Project, which he carried out using the second-generation species he killed last time, has reached its most critical stage.

As a beneficiary, Fingel received a special notification from the vice principal, the Night Watchman, immediately after returning to school from Japan, instructing him to adjust his mindset and be ready to receive the plan's enhancement of his bloodline.

After Fingel agreed to help "Old Cowboy" become a judge in the next pool swimsuit competition, the vice principal also readily promised to secretly use some powerful methods to give Fingel a complete transformation in his abilities.

Well, I guess I made it in time!

Fingel had just confirmed, through repeated comparisons, that the audio signal recorded at the Arctic monitoring station matched the one he heard during the Greenland incident...

It's exactly the same!

He was able to find out immediately because he couldn't forget about this matter and had a hidden door on the machine at that monitoring station.

Typically, monitoring stations like these upload monitoring data to the Executive Office of the Kassel Institute at fixed intervals.

It's hard to say about the others, but the man in charge of the school's executive department, the man who, like him, is obsessed with revenge, would definitely be able to see through it at a glance.

At that time, the news of Leviathan, the king of the ocean and water, "returning to the world" will naturally be impossible to keep secret.

Fingel didn't know how many years he would have to wait to find His trail again if he missed this opportunity, or even until his death, so he was unwilling to give up any chance to take revenge!

"If you can help me complete the upgrade of the Nibelungen Project within a week, I will give you my hard drive that I have treasured for many years."

"I have serious doubts about the taste you've been treasuring for years."

"I don't know what kind of flavor you like, old man, but it has to be the most classic kind!"

"Deal~"

After the successful PY transaction, Vice Principal's Night Watchman Fingel, for the first time ever, stopped staying in his dormitory and instead appeared in the school gym, sweating profusely to adjust his condition.

The scene returns to the train.

The two men reacted with completely opposite expressions to what Cao Han said.

Lillard looked disdainful, as if silently mocking Cao Han's ignorant and narrow-minded judgment.

In his view, Cao Han had not yet witnessed the greatness of the "Supreme Monarch." This problem, which was insurmountable for other mixed-race individuals, would certainly not be a problem for them.

Greta, on the other hand, appeared calm but her anxiety was barely concealed.

To put it bluntly, the current members of the "Hybrid Monarch" organization are only of two kinds: one kind is like "Jealousy" Lillard, who is full of worship for the founder "Supreme Monarch", and the other kind is simply there to pursue power.

What they all have in common is that they are a group of lawless people.

As Cao Han looked out the window, the scenery rushing past began to slow down, a sign that the train was approaching.

Sure enough, the train's announcement came on at just the right moment, reminding passengers of the upcoming stop.

"The train is about to arrive at the station. If there's nothing else, you two should leave. As for joining anything, let's not talk about it. I'm not interested in any forces or organizations weaker than myself."

boom!

The sound of a fist slamming heavily onto the table rang out, and with an inhuman force, the metal table between them collapsed, scattering its contents all over the floor.

Lillard, who had been holding back all the way, was completely overwhelmed by Cao Han's casual remark that "an organization weaker than me," and could no longer control himself.

The sudden change and loud noise attracted the attention of other passengers in the carriage.

The love of gossip is ingrained in human DNA, and they all turned and leaned out to look in their direction.

Sensing the growing hostility emanating from Lillard, Cao Han wondered if this guy was born in the Year of the Dog.

It has to be a Chihuahua, a breed of dog that wants to bark at anyone it sees.

Considering his upcoming trip to "scout out" the Zidruger family, it wouldn't be good to have these bastards from the organization following him around all the time. He might as well just sever ties completely now and dispel their attempts to win him over.

"There are too many people on the train, it's not a good place to make a move. The train is going to stop at the next station for ten minutes, so let's settle things with our skills. I want to see if your strength is as tough as your mouth!"

Despite his anger, Lillard hadn't completely lost his mind. He knew that if the two of them clashed on the train, it would be exposed to the public, so he immediately made a suggestion.

Even he had thought about it.

If Cao Han was unwilling, he wouldn't mind showing a little strength inside the carriage and forcibly dragging the other party out of the station to teach him a lesson.

At worst, he could have his subordinate, Greta, handle the aftermath.

Anyway, this has always been their "division of labor": Lillard is in charge of taking action, while Greta is in charge of cleaning up the mess.

The "single-celled" Lillard never doubted that his subordinates could surpass him in ability.

"Let's see who's the best?" Cao Han sneered disdainfully. "That's the kind of talk you use against opponents of similar skill levels. There's no question of 'let's see who's the best' between us."

"you!"

Lillard was furious, and a faint golden light flashed in his pupils, a sign that he was losing control and wanted to ignite his golden eyes due to his intense emotions.

It seems that the path to becoming a god is not easy.

While continuously increasing the purity of the dragon bloodline within him, he may not appear to be turning into a dragon on the outside, but in reality, his personality is still subtly influenced by the pure-blooded dragon race.

Irritability, impulsiveness, bloodlust, etc...

It's just that, due to their own limited perspective, Lillard and his teammates didn't realize it.

Cao Han didn't want his pleasant journey to be entangled by a "sticky pest," and in the instant he lowered his head, a dazzling golden light appeared in his pupils.

The speed enhanced by the sixth-order instantaneous power has surpassed the limits that ordinary people's dynamic vision can capture.

Therefore, in the eyes of the onlookers, Cao Han's figure, sitting in his seat, seemed to have blurred for a moment before returning to normal.

Actually!

In that split second, Cao Han's fist, with less than 0.0001% of its power, struck Lillard's abdomen heavily.

He deliberately avoided Lillard's vital areas and chose the abdomen, which has better resistance to blows.

However, the sudden, immense force that struck his abdomen caused intense pain, prompting Lillard's body to instinctively activate a protective mechanism—essentially "pulling the plug" and disconnecting from the internet.

His eyes rolled back and he completely fainted.

One second he was sitting upright in his seat, and the next he was slumped in his seat like a lump of mud, unconscious.

If it weren't for Greta's quick reflexes in catching her boss, she probably would have slipped under the table.

In this situation, even the most shrewd Greta could hardly keep her expression in check; her fear was practically written all over her face.

The way he looked at Cao Han was as if he were looking at an ancient demon god.