manynovel Chapter 1 Golden Sky
Chapter 1 Golden Sky
(PS: This is the author's revised version of "Dragon Raja: The Last Principal of Kassel". The original version could not be published on Qidian platform due to copyright issues. Please forgive me. The story has been significantly adjusted. The parallel world in the golden screen is actually the future world outside the golden screen, with multiple female protagonists. Please refrain from criticism if you don't like it.)
The rain was heavy, with large raindrops pounding on the ancient stone pavement of Kassel College, splashing up a misty spray.
The night was deep, but the area in front of the boys' dormitory was far from peaceful.
A blinding red flash of lightning tore through the rain curtain, accompanied by the deep, fierce roar of an engine. A red Ferrari F430 came to a steady stop in the puddle in front of the building with an almost ruthless drift. The wheels rolled over the water, splashing up droplets that shimmered like tiny fountains under the streetlights.
The car door swung open like an eagle's wing, and a girl in a tight leather outfit with fiery red hair jumped out. Rain instantly soaked her hair, and a few strands clung to her fair cheeks, but she didn't care, simply brushing them behind her ears.
She tilted her head back, cupped her hands to her mouth, and shouted at the top of her lungs towards the brightly lit dormitory building. Her clear voice pierced through the sound of the pouring rain and reached every window.
"Anyone going to Chicago? Leaving tonight!"
In an instant, the Amber Pavilion seemed to be thrown into a lake with a boulder, causing an uproar.
Countless heads popped out of the windows, their excited, curious, and eager eyes fixed on the red figure below. Quiet whispers drifted intermittently through the rain:
"It's Nuonuo! Chen Motong!"
"The red-haired witch personally recruited her to go to Chicago?"
"Quick! Pack your things! This is your chance!"
"Wait, is there any special mission in Chicago tonight? I haven't received any notification..."
"Who cares! Does Nono need a reason to call for help?"
The commotion was spreading. Some lights suddenly went out, followed by the rustling sound of people hurriedly packing their luggage; some people leaned out and waved downstairs; some even rushed out of the corridor with backpacks on their backs, ready to go downstairs for the job interview.
Amidst the commotion, a blond figure stood out prominently before a magnificent floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor.
César Gattuso, the student council leader and undisputed star student of Kassel College, was holding a glass of aged whiskey, his gaze fixed intently on the figure standing in the rain below. The amber liquid swirled gently in the glass, reflecting his sculpted profile.
Nono's flamboyance, her untamed spirit, and her freedom that disregarded all rules attracted him like a magnet. Caesar admired this almost domineering vitality, a vibrancy he had never seen under the strict rules of the Gattuso family.
A haughty smile played on his lips as Caesar set down his wine glass and elegantly drew a richly decorated gold Desert Eagle pistol from his waist. The Gattuso family crest was intricately engraved on the gun, gleaming luxuriously under the indoor lights.
He didn't even lean out; he simply raised his hand casually, gazing at the deep night sky outside the window.
boom! boom! boom!
A sharp gunshot rang out suddenly, drowning out the sound of rain and noise, carrying an undeniable declaration. Three bullets shot into the night sky in a triangular formation, their trajectories drawing brief but clear airflow paths in the rain, as if proclaiming to everyone: this girl is someone Caesar Gattuso cares about.
After the gunshot, Caesar casually tossed his pistol to his respectfully standing attendant, Percy, and braced himself against the windowsill with one hand. His long legs were already on the windowsill—it seemed he was about to leap from this several-story-high place and appear before Nono in the most shocking way.
At this critical moment—
A sudden change has occurred!
Without any warning, a soft yet incredibly pure golden light suddenly burst forth from the rain-soaked ground, centered on the open space in front of the Amber Pavilion!
It wasn't the stark white of lightning, nor the dim yellow of lamplight, but a warm, profound light, as if from the primordial chaos of antiquity. It started as a single point, then rapidly spread, like ripples created by a pebble thrown into water, covering the entire open space in front of the Amber Pavilion in the blink of an eye.
Even more bizarrely, the golden light didn't dissipate; instead, it seemed alive, transforming into countless golden streams that surged against the torrential rain towards the dark sky. Raindrops appeared to solidify within the golden light, forming millions of suspended golden pearls. The scene was magnificent and sacred, as if a slumbering dragon deep within the earth had opened its eyes, or as if some ancient ritual had been accidentally triggered.
All the noise and activity came to an abrupt halt at that moment.
A head poking out of the window, hands preparing luggage, Caesar's figure about to leap out, Nono gazing up at the sky... all frozen in time. Time seemed to have been paused at this moment, only the golden stream of light continued to surge upwards, defying the laws of physics and the laws of nature.
Golden light gathered and flowed in the night sky, like living liquid outlining the celestial canvas. The streams of light intertwined and swirled, eventually transforming into a colossal light curtain stretching across the heavens. The light curtain stabilized, resembling a top-tier giant projection, with delicate, runic golden patterns flowing along its edges, while the central area displayed a clear image.
Several lines of clear and ancient characters appeared above, each character seemingly containing an indescribable power, with faint dragon-shaped phantoms moving between the strokes:
[A Look Back at Lu Mingfei's Legendary Life: Lu Mingfei, the Last Principal of Kassel]
Lu Mingfei?
Upon seeing this name, most teachers and students were stunned, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Lu Mingfei? Who?
Does Kassel College even have such a person? Or is he a future... final principal? Are you kidding me!
The current principal of Kassel is Hilbert Jean Angers, the legendary dragon slayer, the master of Time Zero, and a living fossil who led the Secret Service since World War II. After him… how could it be someone I've never even heard of?
"Lu Mingfei? Never heard of him."
"Chinese? The name sounds Chinese."
"The last headmaster? Does that mean he'll be the next headmaster after Principal Angers? That can't be..."
"What exactly is this golden canopy? A word of power? A product of alchemy?"
"No... I can't sense any elemental fluctuations at all!"
Whispers rose from every corner, but were kept very low, as if afraid to disturb this incredible sight.
Among the crowd, only two people showed a dramatic change in expression.
The principal's office is on the top floor of the office building.
Hilbert Jean Angers was leisurely sipping his black tea, his silver hair meticulously combed, his elegant suit jacket casually draped over the back of his chair. He stood by the window, watching the commotion below with interest—Nono always brought surprises, and Caesar's reaction was exactly what he expected.
But the moment the golden light appeared, the blue-and-white porcelain cup from Jingdezhen during the Qing Dynasty in Angers' hand suddenly stopped.
Then, when the words "Lu Mingfei" appeared on the screen, Angers' fingers gripping the cup handle tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning slightly white. A few drops of scalding tea splashed onto his neatly pressed suit trousers, but he seemed oblivious.
For the first time, his eyes, weathered by a century of vicissitudes and always carrying a touch of cynicism, revealed an incredulous shock, along with a deeply buried, barely perceptible complex emotion. There was surprise, doubt, and confusion in his eyes, but more than anything, there was a sense of... "It's finally here?"
"Lu Mingfei..." Angers murmured the name, his voice almost inaudible, "So soon... no, the timing is wrong. This is..."
His gaze was fixed on the light screen, while his other hand unconsciously reached for the inside pocket of his suit—where an old pocket watch was always kept, its case engraved with intricate patterns; it was not only a timekeeping instrument, but also a kind of token.