The Japanese branch of the Dragon Clan's world doesn't report to headquarters.
In fact, most of the agents sent by HQ to the Japanese branch end up being tormented by the locals there.
To HQ, the Japanese branch is like a land shrouded in black mist.
Aside from regular reports claiming "everything is normal," they get nothing.
Even Norma's authority management system can't reach Japan, because Japan has its own cloud supercomputer: Kaguya-hime.
Ren Asakura suddenly seemed to think of something amusing and continued speaking.
"Those guys are quite the characters. But what's even more interesting is that the clown is the one behind everything. Whether it's the final boss or the protagonist group, their leader turns out to be the clown. The guy's addicted to role-playing! But more than the clown's acting, I appreciate his despair after falling from the highest peak. Anyway, let's all head to Japan! I've hidden all the secrets there."
"Are you the Pirate King or something?" Nono chimed in.
Ren Asakura thought for a moment and grinned, replying, "Pirate King doesn't sound bad!"
The information he brought lifted a corner of the veil over Japan's mysteries.
This is a country where the underworld is legal.
Every mixed-blood member of the Japanese branch holds a dual identity—both gangster and agent.
"Oh, right, right," Ren Asakura clapped his hands excitedly.
"I especially want a few of my audience members to come: Chu Zihang, Caesar, Nono, Angers, and Fen-dog… You guys are my most anticipated viewers!"
Fingal, who had just been spectating, looked completely baffled.
How did this end up involving him?
He was about to be demoted to F-rank.
Just a useless leftover in the academy.
Held back for years.
He was just a gossip journalist—he wanted nothing to do with missions that involved slaying Dragon Kings!
"What are you staring at? Yeah, you, Fingal! You damn paparazzi, you have to come! I've reserved the best audience seat just for you."
"Boss… can I not go?" Fingal raised his hand, trembling.
"Sure! Then get ready to have a Dragon King throwing a rave on your head!" Ren Asakura grinned, amused.
At that moment, the vice principal extended a hand and patted his proudest student.
"When we say you're going, you're going! Don't be a coward. When you die, I'll throw you the fanciest funeral ever."
Fingal looked like he was about to cry from injustice.
"Our call ends here. Don't forget to come to Tokyo! Watching a city launch into the sky up close should be quite the experience."
With that, Ren Asakura hung up.
The meeting fell into silence.
Then Norma's voice chimed in:
"The target has vanished. I've activated the most advanced tracking protocols, but I still can't find any trace he left behind."
Angers waved his hand.
"I understand. Looks like we'll need to pay Japan's branch a visit. The secrets they've hidden have attracted something serious."
…
Ren Asakura ended the call.
"The audience is invited. Next is financial support—I'll go find a sponsor, raise a little funding."
If you're going to raise hell, go all the way.
He quickly dialed another number.
This one belonged to the Dragon King of Sky and Wind.
When the Dragon King World rebooted, his identity was finally revealed.
Odin—was the unseen Dragon King of Sky and Wind.
In that rebooted world, Chu Zihang didn't go to the Arctic to look for Odin…
But to find the Black King—Nidhogg.
The Black King, Nidhogg, is a planetary-level lifeform born from Earth itself. The reason it cannot be truly killed is because once one Black King dies, the Earth will inevitably give birth to another.
Odin, the King of Sky and Wind, devoured Fenrir—the King of Earth and Mountains—and the false White King, Herzog, thereby inheriting their powers. Through alchemy and modern technology, he broke the four monarchs' inability to sire pureblood descendants and established his own family.
In the Dragon Clan's world reboot, the plan to search the Arctic Ocean for the Gate of the Gods was orchestrated by him. He lured in a massive number of hybrids, offering them up as sacrifices to the Black King.
Awaken the Black King—then take the chance to kill it.
At the same time, his family declared war on Cassell College and other hybrid families across the globe.
To be precise, it was more like one-sided slaughter.
The family of the King of Sky and Wind is the Gattuso family.
And the true identity of the King of Sky and Wind—is Pompeii Gattuso.
Caesar's old man.
A world-class playboy.
Of course, when acting as the King of Sky and Wind, he goes by the name Macallan.
Now think about his proudest son, Caesar.
A next-generation dragon hybrid, and what can he do? Summon a weasel demon with zero offensive power.
It's laughable.
As for why Herzog is called a clown—
it's because his entire life was manipulated by the King of Sky and Wind. He was merely a lab rat for Macallan's experiment to replicate the power of kingship.
The White King was the closest being to the Black King.
If you could steal the White King's authority, then perhaps you could even usurp the Black King's.
But poor, clueless Herzog was still smug, thinking he was an unstoppable force.
If he hadn't been useful, the King of Sky and Wind would have tossed him aside long ago.
The call connected quickly.
While it was daytime in the East, it was night in the West.
And what does a world-class playboy do at night?
On the other end of the call came the soft, alluring voice of a woman.
Ren Asakura: "...!"
Ever since Lu Mingfei established his Foundation, his five senses had been greatly enhanced.
So he perked up his ears and listened quietly.
"Who is it? Don't you know it's extremely rude to disturb someone at this hour?"
A man's lazy voice came through the phone.
The man was none other than Pompeii Gattuso.
The current head of the Gattuso family.
Master of several critical global economic sectors.
"Apologies, Mr. Gattuso, for disturbing you at such an… intimate hour. I hope I didn't ruin your performance. But I must say, your tastes are even heavier than our Indian brothers'. They, at least, are a nation famed for romantic freedom—loving across species, falling for lizards, hens, even motorcycles. That's at least understandable. But the Dragon Clan is a noble race—does your dignity really allow interspecies love?"
The sarcasm dripping from Ren Asakura's voice made Pompeii Gattuso visibly irritated.
It had been a long time since anyone dared speak to the head of House Gattuso like that.
"You bastard, do you even know who I am? Running your mouth like that—do you believe I won't kill you right now?"
Gattuso's tone was indifferent.
Whether as the King of Sky and Wind, or as the head of the Gattuso family, either identity was enough for him to say such words casually.
And if Ren Asakura had been an ordinary person, he would've really done it.
"…Oh? You want to kill me? Did it ever occur to you that your careless little threat might annoy me so much I decide to kill you instead? Mr. Macallan, King of Sky and Wind—or perhaps I should say, Mr. Pompeii Gattuso, head of the Gattuso family—would you mind if I addressed you like that?"
Ren Asakura's tone turned cold.
What he hated most was people trying to act superior in front of him.
As for threats—
Why would a god care about the threats of a crawling insect?
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