Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"Your Majesty, I want to know, am I an anomaly? Am I a dragon?"

Chapter 160 The Domineering Dragon Girl Kisses Me

"You are not a dragon, little girl, and you don't deserve such a great title. Now, go back! Don't let your mind wander."

Jormungandr looked at the Celestial Wraith with an undisguised smile, a deliberately malicious glint in her eyes. Unfortunately, the Celestial Wraith's gaze was not directed at her, but at someone else.

"Your Majesty, I beg for your answer."

Wang Anzhi was even more troubled. How could he know the answer? But looking at the girl's stubborn gaze at the bottom of the steps, the words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn't bring himself to say them.

After hesitating for a moment, he firmly shook his head and said:

"No, Heavenly Maiden Ba, I assure you in the name of the Xuanyuan Clan that you are not a dragon, and as for other beings..."

Looking at the serious expression on Tiannvba's face, he slightly drew a sliver of his sword and cut his finger. Crimson blood dripped onto the ground, corroding a deep hole in the stone slab.

Soon, the hole in the ground seemed to be filled with that drop of blood, which looked like a flowing liquid gold, completely filling the hole until it finally congealed.

Seeing this scene, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He didn't expect that the blood flowing in his body was so dangerous, a hundred times more potent than "aqua regia," yet this dangerous blood maintained a special stability in his body.

Without thinking too much, he continued to say to Tiannvba, "...In fact, we are all different, and we all have this dangerous blood flowing in our veins."

The Heavenly Maiden Ba's face was somewhat pale. She said in a low voice, "No one has ever said this to me before." She quietly raised her head, looked at the Yellow Emperor on the platform, and lowered her voice even further.

"Even you never told me that."

"Of course I can't tell you, and I can't tell everyone."

Almost as if struck by a divine inspiration, Wang An subconsciously picked up on Tiannv Ba's words and launched into a brief, generous speech:

"We've traveled such a difficult path to get here, waiting until the internal strife among those ancient dragon races led to their demise, and only then did we make our appearance..."

Here, Jormungandr glanced at the Yellow Emperor but said nothing more.

Dragons are now considered "abandoned races," while humans or hybrids are the new masters of the new era.

Wang Anzhi continued, "...Who could accept that the judge who lives in the courtroom and judges sinners and demons has demonic blood flowing through his veins, and even has a grotesque face?"

"None of us can accept it, nor can we betray our own blood, so the only choice we have left is to keep it a secret."

When everything has completely settled, perhaps history will offer a new answer, even if that answer seems utterly absurd.

Wang Anzhi thought of the "orthodox" and "secret parties" of later generations. These two mixed-race organizations, which had once directly ruled humanity in the East and West, had both given up maintaining active rule in modern times and could only operate covertly in the shadows.

Furthermore, there is no trace of dragons or hybrids in historical records, which led to the complete separation of hybrid society and human society, which had been integrated since ancient times, into two separate societies in modern times.

This is the answer history has given.

Since the "people's view of history" symbolized by the "science" of materialism has been chosen, the "heroic view of history" representing the hybrid race has completely withdrawn from the stage.

The Heavenly Maiden Ba nodded blankly. She couldn't yet understand the deeper meanings contained in these words, but they did help her understand the answer she was seeking.

She wasn't the dragon I'd always been so insecure about, and that was enough.

As for the possibility that His Majesty the Yellow Emperor was deceiving her, Tiannvba did not make such a conjecture.

She bowed to the Yellow Emperor to take her leave, withdrew from the palace, and leaped off the cliff. Her long hair, which had been unfurled, seemed to dance like flames in the darkness, and her blue robes were like a paintbrush painting the night sky.

And so, the Heavenly Maiden Ba left the palace.

"So beautiful! Isn't it, Your Majesty?" Jormungandr sat down in front of the palace gate at some point. She propped her chin on her hand and carefully observed the departure of the Heavenly Maiden, sparing no praise.

Wang Anzhi felt somewhat tired. Even now, he still didn't know the origin of the Heavenly Maiden Ba. He looked at the Dragon Girl, responded, and then asked:

"Your Highness, can you now tell me the origin of the Heavenly Maiden Ba?"

Jormungandr laughed upon hearing this. She stood up, her back to Wang Anzhi, and leaned slightly out of the palace. After watching the Heavenly Maiden Ba disappear into the distance, she turned back and said slowly:

"My lord, aren't these all part of your plan? Why do you now want me to answer your questions?"

She slowly walked towards Wang Anzhi, her steps neither fast nor slow. Her bare, slender feet seemed to float in the air, never truly touching the ground, yet heavy footsteps still echoed within the hall.

Full of oppression.

"You still acknowledge me as your emperor?" Wang Anzhi did not answer the dragon girl's question, nor did he sense much of her deliberate display of dominance. He asked quietly.

Jormungandr grinned slyly, like a smug fox. “Of course, my lord, don’t forget, I have been calling your name all along.”

The dragon girl said, enunciating each word clearly, "Youxiong clan."

She pointed out, "It's not Liu Xiu, Liu Wenshu, or any other name, in this era..."

At this moment, the Dragon Girl had approached Wang Anzhi, her lips exhaling a fragrant breath, and whispered in his ear, her breath passing over his sword hilt and cheek:

"You are from the Youxiong clan."

When Wang Anzhi heard the words "Liu Xiu, Liu Wenshu," he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart. However, after listening to the Dragon Girl's entire speech, his thoughts calmed down.

He looked at the dragon girl, who was slightly back and observing him, and asked, "So? Where is this place? I think Your Highness Jormungandr should be able to give an answer."

The dragon girl shook her head, fiddling with her slightly disheveled hair. "I can't sense any respect from you. There's not a single trace of respect in your words, so..."

She drew out the last syllable, "I've decided to tell you the answer anyway."

Wang Anzhi was not surprised. Jormungandr was just like that. She seemed incredibly strong, but in reality, she was a very proud and arrogant girl. Even though her personality was incredibly changeable on the surface, she could not hide her inner fragility.

Seeing Wang Anzhi's confident expression, Jormungandr felt completely seen through. She muttered unhappily, then casually added:

"This is a dream, a dream that belongs to you, an extension of your memories."

Jormungandr puffed out her not-so-prominent chest and said with great pride, "And I extracted it from your memories and walked with you into this false dream."

"So, everything here is fake?" Wang Anzhi felt the cold hilt of the sword in his hand, but he wasn't surprised. He always had this sense of historical displacement whenever he was in a historical instance.

“I am now by the river outside Yanling,” Wang Anzhi said, as if suddenly realizing something, “and you are the boatman wearing the hat.”

“No,” Jormungandr rejected his statement, “you cannot simply distinguish the world you live in as a dream or reality.”

She asked, "Youxiong clan, do you know what the skeleton of the dragon race is made of?"

Before Wang Anzhi could answer, she gave her answer: "That's right, it's the Philosopher's Stone, a Philosopher's Stone formed from pure spiritual elements."

She pointed at Wang Anzhi, her gaze deep and unsettling: "I only wanted to trap you in a dream to find out your true nature, but I never expected that your dream would contain such a massive amount of spiritual elements."

Jormungandr deliberately emphasized the "massive amount," and Wang Anzhi finally understood just how much spiritual element he gathered each time he opened a historical instance. He seemed to be deep in thought:

"Then, with the help of the massive amount of spiritual elements in my dream, you brought me here?"

As he spoke, Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. Fortunately, he had established a system of mutual trust with his junior sister in real life. His junior sister didn't torment him like Jormungandr in the simulation, otherwise he probably wouldn't have any secrets left.

But soon, he changed his mind again. Was it because his junior sister hadn't "tortured" him like that, or had she already tried but hadn't gotten the answer she wanted?

He probably can't find the answer now?

But he also realized why he was there.

Jormungandr, the Dragon King, had his eye on him at some point and manipulated him while he was ferrying, eventually opening the instance for him ahead of schedule.

However, considering that Jormungandr's actions drew spiritual elements from his "dream" to open up this world, how will his Eastern Han Dynasty scenario end?

It's unlikely that both dungeons will end abruptly halfway through!

He quickly gave up the idea of ​​thinking about it, and everything became clear when he returned to reality.

Looking at Wang Anzhi who was deep in thought, Jormungandr nodded. "That's right, I came here through your dream."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Anzhi asked again, "So, is this place real or fake?"

“Of course it’s true,” Jormungandr said, her expression hardening with gritted teeth. Her gaze towards Wang Anzhi turned hostile. Pointing at the grand hall, as if venting her pent-up frustration, she spoke loudly:

"Because these are all things I've experienced, all of these are things I've been through."

The girl's voice echoed throughout the empty hall, her anger undoubtedly directed only at the master of the place.

Wang An subconsciously leaned back against the back of the throne, a comfortable feeling enveloping him. Fortunately, this was not the "Iron Throne" covered with spikes and swords. He felt that he had grasped the key.

In his mind's eye, Xia Mi's subconscious closeness yet strangely unfamiliar demeanor when they first met, and Constantine's meaningful and complex expression when they saw him...

At this moment, all of this seemed to have an answer. He swallowed slightly. "Your Highness Jormungandr, what is it that you want to say?"

"What is it?" The dragon girl glanced at him sideways, her expression disdainful, her teeth clenched, and she said with a cold laugh:

"Isn't it obvious enough? You Xiong clan, then let me explain it to you more clearly."

She took a deep breath and grabbed Wang Anzhi's shoulder. Wang Anzhi could even feel the dragon girl deliberately targeting his weak points, which was too easy for the king of the earth and mountains who controlled "power".

A soreness spread throughout his body, but the Dragon Girl pressed her forehead tightly against his, and in their similar dark pupils, only their own reflections remained in each other's eyes.

She said, "You sealed my memories, so that I can only recall them at the right time. Tell me, Youxiong clan, what do you think is the right time?"

Wang Anzhi was speechless.

Jormungandr continued, "Whenever you feel it's appropriate."

She said to herself, "When you need me, you will let me regain my past memories. When you feel that my regaining my memories will cause you trouble, you will choose to seal this part of my memories away."

The more the Dragon Girl spoke, the more powerless Wang Anzhi felt. Her words made him sound like a scumbag who cheated people out of money and sex and then left without a trace. He weakly replied:

"Then, Your Highness Jormungandr, why don't you choose to kill me to vent your anger?"

"Kill you?" Jormungandr scoffed. "Don't think I'm a fool. It's probably a relief for you!"

She said softly, "The Dragon Clan can rewrite the future, reshape reality, and naturally, erase history. These three powers are respectively held by three supreme beings. Tell me, where are you and me now?"

Wang Anzhi fell silent again. His junior sister was indeed very clever, but he himself was certainly fearless.

Seeing how intimately familiar he was with her, Jormungandr knew without a doubt how close the two were in "reality." Seeing his "do whatever you want, I'm fine with it" attitude only fueled Jormungandr's resentment.

Then, she suddenly lowered her head, pressed her lips tightly against his, pried open his teeth, and poured out her desire as if in revenge, with the greed and violence unique to the dragon race, as if a tiger had descended the mountain to devour Wang Anzhi completely.

On such a battlefield, there is no tenderness, only the desire to conquer.

After a long while, Jormungandr finally released her grip, licking her lips with an expression full of reminiscence.

"Long time no see! Mimir, the White Emperor's brother, I had no idea when you had completely inherited your sister's power."

Chapter 161 Teacher Da Ye's History Lesson: The Affairs of the Presbyterian Council

Seeing that the Dragon Girl was still unwilling and pretended to be provocative, Wang An took a step back and avoided the Dragon Girl's outstretched hand.

At the same time, he did not answer the Dragon Girl's questions, and could only remain silent.

"Speak up! You Xiong clan, why won't you speak?"