hotmtlnovel Chapter 12 Bloodline Seal?
Chapter 12 Bloodline Seal?
"Lu Mingfei," Professor Schneider suddenly spoke.
Lu Mingfei snapped out of his daze: "Yes."
"There are some things I need to tell you in advance," Professor Schneider said seriously. "About your lineage, about your parents, and why you were admitted to Kassel."
Lu Mingfei sat up straight, his heart starting to race again.
Is the truth finally about to be revealed?
Professor Schneider took a tablet computer out of his briefcase, turned it on, pulled up a document, and pushed it in front of Lu Mingfei.
That was a pedigree test report.
The name at the top is: Lu Mingfei.
The data below was dense and Lu Mingfei couldn't understand the technical terms, but the conclusion at the end was written in bold red:
[Pedagogy Rating: S (To be confirmed)]
S？
Although Lu Mingfei was unfamiliar with Kassel's rating system, he knew that the alphabetical order—S should be the highest level, right?
"S-rank?" He looked up, staring at Professor Schneider in disbelief. "Me?"
"Yes," Professor Schneider nodded. "These are preliminary analysis results based on your genetic sample. But pedigree rating isn't just about genes; actual testing is also required. So it's 'pending confirmation'."
"But...why?" Lu Mingfei asked, "If I'm S-rank, why didn't anyone discover it before? Why did I live such an ordinary life?"
"Because your father sealed your bloodline," Professor Schneider said. "He used an extremely complex alchemical matrix to suppress the dragon blood activity within you, making you appear like an ordinary person. This seal gradually loosens as you grow older, so we detected an anomaly at the age of eighteen."
Bloodline seal? Lu Mingfei recalled that whenever his father returned to China when he was a child, he would draw strange symbols on his forehead, saying they were "blessings." Now that he thought about it, those must have been part of the seal.
"Why seal me away?" he asked.
"To protect you," Nono replied. "High-purity hybrids are very vulnerable before they awaken, and are easily sensed by... certain beings. Your father hid you so that you could grow up safely."
"Something?" Lu Mingfei pressed. "What is it?"
Professor Schneider and Nono exchanged a glance and remained silent for a few seconds.
"Dragons, or other hybrids," Professor Schneider finally said. "High-purity bloodlines are a double-edged sword; they are both power and a curse. Many will want you—to use you, to study you, or… to destroy you."
Lu Mingfei broke out in a cold sweat.
"And my mother..." he began with difficulty, "was her death related to this?"
This time, Professor Schneider remained silent for even longer.
"We believe it's related," he finally said. "Ms. Jovie's death is very suspicious. On the surface, it's a mission accident, but many details don't make sense. Your father has been investigating, and he believes... your mother was silenced because of a secret about her lineage."
To silence them.
This word pierced Lu Mingfei's heart like an icicle.
"So," his voice trembled slightly, "my mother's death might be related to me? Because of her bloodline, or... my bloodline?"
"It's not certain yet," Professor Schneider said, "but it's one of the possibilities."
Lu Mingfei lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly together. His nails dug into his palms, bringing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
If his mother's death really was related to him...
So what is he? A jinx?
"Don't overthink it." Nono suddenly reached out and took his hand. "That's just a possibility, not a fact. And even if it's related, the one at fault is the murderer, not you."
Her hands were cold, but she was holding them tightly.
Lu Mingfei looked up and met her eyes. There was no pity in those dark eyes, only something firm—as if to say, "No matter what the truth is, I'm here."
At that moment, Lu Mingfei almost burst into tears.
He hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that someone would see the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said softly.
Nuonuo released her grip, leaned back in her seat, and casually looked out the window.
Professor Schneider continued, "Lu Mingfei, your father wants you to go to Kassel, receive systematic training, and master your own power. He also hopes... you can help him complete a certain research project."
"What research?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"The ultimate secret about dragon bloodlines," Professor Schneider said, "is...how to allow hybrids to gain full power without losing their humanity. If this research succeeds, it could change the entire landscape of the hybrid world."
"What if we fail?" Lu Mingfei asked.
Professor Schneider looked at him and said, word by word, "If you fail, you may die. Or... become something worse than death."
The private room fell into dead silence.
The only sounds were the train moving and Fingel's faint humming.
Lu Mingfei leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Too much information, too heavy a burden, was suffocating him.
S-class bloodline, parents' secret, mother's death, father's research, one's own destiny...
He's just an eighteen-year-old boy who was worried about his college entrance exam results yesterday, but now he has to face these things.
This is not fair.
But when has the world ever been fair?
[Brother.] Lu Mingze's voice echoed in my mind, soft and gentle, [Are you scared?]
"Hmm," Lu Mingfei answered in his mind.
"Do you want to give up? It's not too late to turn back. I can erase your memories and turn you back into an ordinary person, allowing you to live an ordinary life."
Lu Mingfei remained silent.
Give up? Go back to that small town, go to an ordinary university, find an ordinary job, marry an ordinary wife, have an ordinary child, and live an ordinary life.
It sounds safe and easy.
but……
He opened his eyes and looked at Nuonuo across from him. She was resting her chin on her hand, gazing out the window, her profile soft and beautiful in the halo of the wall lamp. Strands of red hair hung down, casually tucked behind her ears.
She looked at him again, raising an eyebrow: "What? Scared stiff?"
Lu Mingfei shook his head.
He then looked at Professor Schneider, then at Ye Sheng, and then at Fingel, who was humming a song outside the private room.
Finally, he looked at his hands.
These hands may look ordinary, but can they tear apart fate?
he does not know.
But he wanted to give it a try.
"I won't give up," he said to Professor Schneider, his voice soft but clear. "I want to know the truth. About my parents, about myself. I want to... become strong, strong enough to protect those I want to protect."
Professor Schneider looked at him, a hint of approval flashing in his gray eyes: "Very good. That's more like Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini's son."
The train continued its journey in the darkness.