Chapter 108: Came to Tokyo? Of Course You Have to Go to Akihabara (Request

At this moment, more than a month had passed since Wu Xian was transported to the Dragon Clan world.

During this not overly long period, Wu Xian had accepted the enrollment invitation from the headmaster of the Cassell Academy—Hilbert Jean Anger—and, through the headmaster’s connections and the original host’s wealth, managed to end his senior year at Shilan Middle School ahead of schedule.

All that remained was to wait for the appointed time, after which he would depart for Chicago, USA, to become a freshman at that dragon-slaying academy.

Before this, aside from occasionally dealing with Cassell’s various investigations and the so-called preparatory classes, Wu Xian spent most of his time familiarizing himself with the power surging within him due to his external aid, living a fairly fulfilling life.

By the way, the current timeline sits between Dragon One and Dragon Two; the Fire Dawn arc has concluded, and next comes the Eye of the Mourner—the storyline centered on a certain little dragon girl.

And now, Wu Xian’s presence in Tokyo, Japan, was certainly not for tourism… well, there was a bit of that, but mostly, he had come for the power of the Snake-Divided Eight Families and the White King.

To be perfectly honest, since acquiring the miraculous space as his overpowered external aid, Wu Xian’s mindset had grown just a tiny bit inflated.

Leaving aside other matters, purely in terms of self-preservation, he was confident that, aside from the unidentified Lu Mingze and the unfathomable Odin, no single individual in this world could pose a lethal threat to him.

In other words, even if he did nothing at all in the future, he would most likely survive peacefully until the grand finale.

Yet, as the reincarnated Wu Xian himself had said, if there was a chance to gain more power, there was no reason to casually abandon it.

Otherwise, what difference would there be between himself and a salted fish? Would this external aid not have been wasted?

After careful consideration, Wu Xian decided to skip directly to the map—head to Japan first to conclude Long San’s storyline, seize the White King’s authority and power, then return to Cassell Academy and watch the clouds roll by as a detached observer enjoying the show.

These were Wu Xian’s original plans; while not utterly flawless, with his current strength, they were nearly certain to succeed.

It was only after disembarking from the plane and seeing the Japanese beauty sitting in the front passenger seat, introducing herself as Sakuragi Mai, that Wu Xian realized this Tokyo trip might not go as smoothly as he imagined.

“Has Lu Mingze already targeted me? But… why?”

As Wu Xian thought this, a flicker of doubt arose in his mind.

He had always appeared utterly ordinary—his combat skills and spell abilities had never exceeded the limits of a half-blood.

The only anomaly was his blood purity, which seemed slightly higher than average, possibly surpassing Class A.

Otherwise, a month ago, Wu Xian would never have received a personal invitation from that old madman, Anger.

But even so, it shouldn’t have drawn the interest of that little devil.

Or was there some special secret hidden within him?

After reviewing the entire Dragon Clan plot for a long time and finding no answer, Wu Xian finally decided to abandon thought and wait for events to unfold naturally—this, too, was his confidence in his own strength.

At that moment, the black extended limousine suddenly stopped—it had arrived at their destination: the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel, a five-star hotel and one of Tokyo’s most luxurious.

“Money really is wonderful.”

Through the car window, Wu Xian gazed at the hotel building ahead, exuding luxury with understated elegance, and sighed again. Then, the door beside him was opened from outside.

Immediately, Sakuragi Mai’s refined face appeared in his field of vision, smiling at him.

“Mr. Wu, please step out. We have reserved the presidential suite for you at the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel. In half an hour, you may enjoy lunch.”

“Mm, thank you.”

Wu Xian nodded, a look of satisfaction crossing his face, indistinguishable from that of an ordinary tourist.

Seeing this, Sakuragi Mai’s eyes flickered slightly, then quickly returned to normal. She instructed the hotel doorman to collect the luggage and, with a graceful sway, walked ahead of Wu Xian, guiding him toward the VIP elevator corridor.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wu, may I ask about your travel plans? This will help us prepare adequately.”

Suddenly, Sakuragi Mai spoke, her tone casual and relaxed.

“To be honest, I have no fixed travel itinerary.”

Meeting Sakuragi Mai’s curious gaze, Wu Xian paused briefly, then smiled: “But since I’ve come to Tokyo, it would be a shame not to visit Akihabara… yes, that’s settled.”

…

“Young Master, we failed… One-third of the Bronze and Fire King’s dragon bones have been auctioned off by the Catulus family under the name of Caesar Catulus.”

At dawn, inside a black SUV near Dongjingwan, the youth nicknamed “Raven” looked up from his laptop resting on his lap and spoke to the young man seated in the front passenger seat.

“Mm, I understand.”

Genji Sō’s tone was calm; he knew this time, he truly could not compete.

Even if he were currently the head of the Snake-Divided Eight Families, he could not casually spend tens of millions of dollars on an expensive “decoration.”

Reality was not one of those fantasy novels where billions were spent to please a heroine; tens of millions in liquid assets were still a substantial sum even within the Snake-Divided Eight Families.

Moreover, the Snake-Divided Eight Families’ influence extended only within Japan; beyond this island nation, neither their wealth nor power could compare to the Catulus family’s reach.

Ultimately, his participation in this online auction was solely for his sister.

His sister, destined to die young, could not be cured by any modern medical technology; the only hope lay in the bones of one of the Four Kings—the Bronze and Fire King.

But even if he failed this time, it didn’t matter—Cassell had acquired two complete dragon bones.

For half-bloods who had never truly killed a Dragon King, this was an enormous quantity, and many would want a share of this feast.

If not this time, there would be another chance.

“Young Master, there is something I must report to you.”

At that moment, Raven seemed to have received an email.

After reading its contents, his expression changed slightly; he hesitated, choosing his words carefully before reporting cautiously to the front seat.

“Speak.”

Genji Sō frowned slightly, a growing sense of unease forming in his chest.

“Just now, the family received word that Lady Uesugi… she has escaped again.”

“I expected as much.”

Genji Sō rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed: “Have family members follow her from afar—avoid drawing her attention. When I return, I’ll bring her back myself…”

Lady Uesugi—the girl he regarded as his younger sister—had spent nearly all of her past decade in the family hospital due to her condition; though born in Tokyo, she had no idea how to navigate its streets.

Including this time, this was her ninth time running away, yet she had never gone farther than the intersection outside their family building; this time would likely be no different…

“Probably not.”

Raven looked embarrassed: “This time, Lady Uesugi ran much farther—and our people… seem to have lost track of her!”

“…What about Kaguya? Has it locked onto her location?”

At that moment, Genji Sō’s expression finally turned grave.

“No—it appears a powerful hacker or AI has blocked Kaguya’s surveillance. But we found this in Lady Uesugi’s room.”

Raven turned his laptop screen toward Genji Sō; a photo was displayed.

“Uh… this is… Akihabara?”

(End of Chapter)