Chapter 83: Contact

Dawn.

Li Ang opened his eyes and exhaled slowly, ending his Qi cultivation.

'The rate at which mixed-bloods gain professional experience is far faster than that of Qi cultivators.'

Merely maintaining the Blood Surge state overnight had already raised his newly acquired 【Mixed-Blood】 class level to 【2/20 (14/200)】.

Li Ang had initially assumed all professions would require slow, gradual progress like the 【Qi Cultivator】 profession.

'If I could come into contact with the blood of pure-blooded dragons, I should be able to gain massive professional experience.'

'Unfortunately, even this alone isn't enough to meet the transformation requirement for becoming a Third Generation to qualify for the 【Dragon Vein Alchemist】 vocational transition.'

Mixed-bloods are mixed-bloods; pure-blooded dragons are pure-blooded dragons. No matter how much a mixed-blood raises their blood concentration, they can never become a pure-blooded dragon—their final fate will only be to become a Dead Servant.

Not the Deadpool from Marvel, but a dragon's puppet.

'So I still have to rely on alchemy.'

Thinking of this, Li Ang stood up and stretched his body.

Undeniably, the 【Mixed-Blood】 profession offered generous attribute bonuses.

Under the 【Mixed-Blood】 buff, Li Ang's current attributes had reached 【Physical Strength 4.2, Mental Strength 5.1, Energy 29.2】.

Compared to when he first entered the Dragon Clan world, this was a significant improvement—but still insufficient to ensure his survival in this world.

'I expect Cassell Academy will send someone to make contact with me today; the 【Geros Scale】 I had those black men sell must have already been exposed.'

'I still need to prepare for the possibility they turn hostile.'

Li Ang knew Cassell Academy would definitely investigate his background, but as a man with no roots, they could only uncover what he had done in Brooklyn over the past few days.

As expected, just after finishing breakfast, a knock came suddenly from within the presidential suite.

He stood and opened the door, revealing an odd pair: one old, one young.

The elder wore a disheveled suit; the younger had a face like a glacier.

"Hello hello." Before Li Ang could react, the old man squeezed into the presidential suite. "I'm Gudirian from Cassell Academy. What's your name, young man?"

Li Ang's expression unchanged, he stepped aside to let the glacier-like youth enter behind the burly old man, then gave his name.

"Li Ang."

"Oh oh, Mr. Li, nice to meet you."

Gudirian wiped his hands on his clothes, then grasped Li Ang's hands.

Notably, up to this point, both men had spoken in Chinese.

At this moment, Li Ang had already recalled the old man's information in his mind.

Gudirian—he'd forgotten what he taught, but it was this man who interviewed Lu Mingfei when he entered Cassell Academy.

As for the one trailing behind Gudirian—

That icy face could belong to no one but Chu Chu Zihang.

Wait—Chu Chu Zihang!?

A sudden chill ran through Li Ang's body; he didn't know whether Odin, that old schemer, was secretly watching Chu Chu Zihang right now.

But seeing the window still bathed in calm sunshine, with no signs of storm or elevated bridges triggering, he quietly exhaled in relief.

Chu Chu Zihang, too, noticed Li Ang's gaze fixed on him, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Before coming, he had already reviewed the man's dossier.

To be honest, without using a Speech Spell, he had no guarantee of victory.

At that moment, Gudirian broke the strangely tense atmosphere: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for yesterday's help—those brats in the Execution Department really were out of line."