Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Odin's power surpasses that of all the dragon kings.

Once he discovers it, it's only natural that he'll take the final spoils, no matter how important they are.

Wang Anzhi glanced one last time at the excited Chu Zihang, pointed to the three-story building in the distance, and added:

"This is the place that the boss left behind but deliberately didn't destroy."

He might be hoping to use this place as a testing ground, or as bait, or perhaps for some other purpose.

In short, compared to the virtually untraceable boss, the Media Asia Group is right here.

Wang Anzhi secretly plotted his next move, knowing that it would surely alert the little devil hiding behind the scenes.

This is without exception.

But now he's not so afraid of the little devils, Zero or Lu Mingze. Eighteen years ago, he was slowed down by a group of hybrids, severely injured by the Word Spirit Rhine, and left half-dead by an alchemical weapon.

To this day, Wang Anzhi doesn't really believe that he can actually interfere. As for Shude Mai, Su Enxi, and Zero's maid group, they are not on Wang Anzhi's mind at all.

What a joke! I have General Jormungandr by my side, I'm not afraid at all.

To stir up trouble and alert the snake, you must stir up trouble and alert the snake. How can you alert the snake if you don't stir up the grass?

We can even prepare for the worst, even if the world restarts. Will he, Wang Anzhi, be eternally trapped in history, or will he restart along with the world?

Wang Anzhi closed his eyes tightly, and the ancient city engulfed in flames and the blood-stained throne once again came into view with curiosity.

After each simulation, he needs to take a period of "rest" in reality to regain himself and re-enter the simulation.

The first simulation took a year, the second only half a year, and the time became shorter and shorter with each subsequent simulation.

For him, the history simulator was more like a real world, while reality was like a dreamland for rest.

If it weren't for the "Jormungandr Bond" required for the first time to unlock the historical instance, Wang Anzhi might even have thought that "history" was reality.

"I can't tell them apart anymore!" he muttered.

Little devil.

And Odin.

Or some other demons or monsters.

Will they appear?

He was looking forward to it.

Chapter 18 All old stories will eventually be revealed.

"Senior brother, how do you know so many secrets?"

Xia Mi watched as Chen Motong and Chu Zihang went ahead to the cleaning office of Huanya Group to look for some clues. She deliberately lagged behind, standing close to Wang Anzhi, and spoke in a low voice.

To be honest, she didn't expect that there was a hidden hand behind the scenes when she arrived in this small town, but at the same time, she also became suspicious of Wang Anzhi, who knew so much.

How does he know so much?

Remembering the immense and immeasurable spiritual power emanating from him, Xia Mi dared not make any rash moves.

Could he really be the White King?

Xia Mi couldn't help but think this.

At this point, perhaps because of the deep impression Jormungandr had left on him after the six simulations and the three years they had spent together in real time, Xia Mi did not take any further action, but decided to question him privately.

No human being could resist the intimacy of such a perfect young woman.

Xia Mi was very confident.

Sure enough, Wang Anzhi seemed to be possessed by lust, and he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Junior Sister, this was all told to me by someone from Jiangnan."

When the tricks are played too elaborately, who takes anyone seriously?

Xia Mi initially blushed slightly as she felt the hot breath blowing against her ear. After hearing Wang Anzhi's words, she became even angrier, stomped on his foot, and followed Chen Motong and the other person ahead without saying a word.

Wang Anzhi smiled and said, "What? I'm not lying, but you don't believe me."

Didn't I learn all this by chance from Jiangnan?

He then followed at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with slightly balding hair and a lifeless look in his eyes was following Chu Zihang and Chen Motong.

“This is my father’s former colleague.” Chu Zihang’s tone was somewhat low. It seemed that he had never thought of tracing his father’s past footsteps, but had simply buried them together on that rainy night.

"Your father?" Xia Mi was a little stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

"It's the driver my junior brother mentioned in his story." Chen Motong looked at Wang Anzhi with scrutiny. She didn't believe that her junior brother hadn't deliberately brought up this matter in front of Chu Zihang.

So how did he know these things? Was the information provided by the "orthodox" sources in China?

Xia Mi's eyes also became somewhat intense. Chu Zihang had Odin's mark on him, a mark that could only have been left to him by Odin four years ago before he left. This meant that it involved the Black King's "legacy" or "curse".

At the same time, her gaze toward her senior brother became even more hesitant. How could she possibly get him to obediently reveal all the secrets he knew?

The middle-aged man looked at the group of handsome men and beautiful women and was quite moved. He then looked at Chu Zihang, who was wearing an expensive suit, next to him and couldn't help but think that if Old Chu knew that his son was so successful, he would be happy to die with a smile on his face.

Chu Zihang chatted with him about his father's past, and although he heard mostly braised pork intestines and double the spice, he didn't show any impatience. He just wanted to trace the traces left by his father in the past, to make the tall and blurry image in his memory more complete.

That was all he wanted.

For this reason, he even ignored the two new students from his hometown and Nono, the best friend of his deputy Susie.

Chen Motong looked at the two men with their arms around each other, took a step back, and told Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi about what happened when she and Chu Zihang went to see the head of the liquidation team. She was surprised to find that the head of the team was actually a member of Huanya Group back then, and a colleague of Chu Zihang's father, Chu Tianjiao.

Next, they talked about Chu Tianjiao, but unfortunately, the group leader's impression of him was also very vague. He only mentioned braised pork intestines and double spice repeatedly. Then, they tentatively talked about the "boss". Surprisingly, this former employee of Huanya Group had an even more vague impression of his former boss. He even claimed that he had never seen him before.

Finally, Chen Motong looked at Wang Anzhi and tentatively said, "Fortunately, the room where Chu Tianjiao used to live is still there."

Seeing Wang Anzhi's undisguised and unsurprised expression, Chen Motong finally stopped doubting that this junior brother was hiding a secret.

Xia Mi tugged at Wang Anzhi's sleeve at this moment, and he then feigned surprise and said, "What a pleasant surprise."

"Hehe," Chen Motong gave a forced smile, no longer trying to find any clues from him, and instead turned around and followed Chu Zihang and the middle-aged man into the basement.

Are you kidding me? I have a profile, can't I find out the secret on my own?

Xia Mi glanced at Wang Anzhi, "Senior brother, we're the last ones."

"The latecomer can surpass the former." Wang Anzhi was not in a hurry at all.

"Even so, senior brother, hurry up!"

Xia Mi was very dissatisfied and forcibly dragged Wang Anzhi into the basement.

At this moment, the middle-aged liquidation team leader came out, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the two of them, and reminded them, "Boys, Old Chu's room is a bit small, it might be a little crowded inside."

Wang Anzhi thanked Xia Xiami and entered the basement.

Chen Motong looked around, unable to hide the doubt in her eyes. She hadn't used "deep profiling" yet, but she still couldn't find the mysterious figure in the room. All she could see was an ordinary middle-aged divorced man.

Chu Zihang carefully squatted on the edge of the bed, imagining his father living here, imagining him lying here thinking of him and his mother Su Xiaoyan. He didn't even dare to touch the dusty sheets with his hands, for fear of erasing the last trace his father left in this world.

"Senior brother, President Chu must be very sad!" Xia Mi lowered her voice, not wanting to disturb Chen Motong and Chu Zihang who were very serious beside her. There was something strange in her words. Dragons also have family affection, but the father-son affection like that of humans is rare, or rather, almost non-existent.

For example, it would be a joke to expect Xia Mi to develop any father-daughter feelings for Nidhogg, the Black King; it would only elicit a chorus of "filial piety" from the crowd.

Wang Anzhi looked at Chu Zihang, who was squatting on the edge of the bed, looking sad. His voice was also low and deep, "How could I not feel sad when I suddenly saw my father lying on the bed after so many years, looking so helpless?"

Did he see it?

"I think I saw it."

Wang Anzhi looked at Chu Zihang by the bedside and said, "President, please move aside."

Chu Zihang then realized that his junior brother's purpose was the mysterious "boss," which was also what he wanted to know. He turned his body to the side and saw his junior brother directly remove the bed board that he was reluctant to damage.

Wang Anzhi acted quickly; it was too late for him to stop him.

A perfectly sealed hidden door appeared before their eyes.

Chapter 19 The Shadow of Odin

"What is this?" Chu Zihang was somewhat stunned, while Chen Motong, who was looking around and writing in profile, also felt a little embarrassed.

Neither of the two men—one the son of the room's owner, the other a professional profiler—discovered the hidden space under the bed.

"This is cheating!" Chen Motong looked at the hidden door and felt that his life was full of disillusionment.

"Senior brother, you must have read the script beforehand!" Xia Mi couldn't help but complain.

Even the Dragon King couldn't be omniscient and omnipotent, but Xia Mi was 100% certain that her senior brother hadn't collected any relevant information at all.

"I have indeed seen it." Wang Anzhi nodded seriously.

Chu Zihang looked at the lock above and gently pulled to open the hidden door. He moved cautiously, afraid that there might be some danger inside. In his eyes, his father was the most outstanding dragon slayer, a person who dared to wield his sword against the gods, so it was not surprising that anything would appear in his house.

However, it wasn't; it was just an ordinary hidden door.

A steel pipe was attached to the bottom of the hidden door. Without saying a word, Chu Zihang slid down the steel pipe. He had a feeling that his father's last words to him were here.

Wang Anzhi then slid down the pipe. It wasn't deep, only a meter or two. When he landed, it wasn't dark as he had imagined. The room was bright and spacious. Chu Zihang had already taken out a flashlight from somewhere and turned it on.

Wang Anzhi glanced around briefly; it was no different from what he remembered: neatly stacked vinyl records, Cuban cigars, old-fashioned cameras arranged in an orderly fashion, and even some fitness equipment…

It has everything you could want; compared to the rooms upstairs, this place is far too spacious.

As for the holographic projection beam, it did not appear even after Wang Anzhi scanned the area for a long time.

He breathed a sigh of relief. As he had expected, this was not a futuristic fantasy site where the master had not returned.

At this moment, Chen Motong also slid down, patted his shoulder, and said, "Junior Sister is still up there."

She then looked at the room in front of her and couldn't help but exclaim "Holy crap!" This was completely different from the image of Chu Tianjiao she had seen in the survey.

Soon, Xia Mi covered her skirt with her hand and slid down the pipe gently. Wang Anzhi caught her and placed her on the ground. She was as light as a feather and had no weight.

"Senior brother, am I heavy?" Xia Mi whimpered, hugging his neck.

“Very light.” Wang Anzhi said truthfully, then became somewhat puzzled. It wasn’t that he thought Xia Mi would be heavy, but rather that he hadn’t felt any weight when he hugged the girl, and the weight only reappeared after she landed.

As if sensing something secret, Xia Mi walked away with a grin. She looked at the room full of flamboyant items and tried her best to show surprise, but she still couldn't hide her disappointment.

This is not what she wanted.