lovenovelstory Chapter 113 I'm not special, I don't want that kind of thing!
Chapter 113 I'm not special, I don't want that kind of thing!
Chapter 113 I'm not special, I don't want that kind of thing!
Revolution Square, Cuba.
Lucien sat on the ground, leaning against the base of the statue.
The square was quiet.
There are no living people, only Gundams.
The red uniforms lay scattered about, like toys strewn about.
Lucien is holding a tablet computer.
The screen is lit up, and a live stream is playing.
Washington, D.C., White House, press briefing room.
Nai Long stood on the stage, arms outstretched, revealing the scars on his chest and dazzling blond hair.
The camera was pointed at him, and the flash was on.
Then the dragon on the screen suddenly shuddered.
Lucien noticed the change in the expression on Milk Dragon's face.
From fear to repentance to fanaticism.
I saw Milk Dragon tear open his suit.
I saw a cross appear on his chest.
I saw fifty stars orbiting around.
As Lucien watched the Milk Dragon spread its arms and shout "America, destiny is clear!", he stared at the screen.
His eyes didn't blink.
The tablet's brightness was set to maximum, but the sunlight in the square was even brighter, causing the screen to reflect light.
But he could still see it very clearly.
It's different from the "Extreme Wave" he's familiar with.
Lucien tapped his fingers on the edge of the tablet.
He knocked three times.
Then stop.
"Lord."
He spoke, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself.
Do you prefer him?
It's not a question, it's a doubt.
He was fully aware of the power that his authority granted him.
Normally, the Milk Dragon can only break through to the same level as him, namely the [Limit Wave].
Because that's the path he took through his "Extreme Wave," that's his path.
But the milk dragon didn't.
The milk dragon gained different powers.
Even though he wasn't there, Lucien could feel the difference.
That's not a variation of "Extreme Wave," it's something entirely new.
Then there's only one possibility.
The Lord has truly taken notice of the Milk Dragon.
And they bestowed upon him a unique gift.
Lucien put down the tablet and placed it on the ground.
The screen is facing upwards, and the live stream continues.
He raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The sky was blue, cloudless, and the sun hung high in the sky.
"Lord."
He repeated it again.
The tone changed.
From a question to a statement.
"I will definitely strive to create my own unique art!"
Even in a moment of temporary wisdom, he doesn't know what to do.
But he knew he had found the end of his art.
It's not about killing, it's not about destruction.
It is an expression.
We express our loyalty to the Lord through blood, fire, Gundam, and ruins.
Let the Lord see in the most exquisite way.
He saw him.
The Lord saw him.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have given him the [Extreme Wave].
But the Lord saw the milk dragon.
The Lord gave the dragon something different.
Lucien is not jealous.
Not angry.
Just—expectations.
Because if the healer dragon is also a pawn of the master, and if the healer dragon also has powers, then this game will be more interesting.
He looked down at the tablet computer.
On the screen, Nai Long was still laughing, and the reporter was still snapping photos.
Lucien smiled too.
"Let's get even more hyped!"
He said that, then stood up and dusted off his pants.
He turned around and walked to the other end of the square.
There was a car waiting for him there.
He had to go back to prepare for his next performance.
Washington, D.C., White House, press briefing room.
The press conference has ended.
The reporters were asked to leave, and the door was closed.
Only Milk Dragon remained in the room.
He stood on the stage with his hands still outstretched.
Then slowly put it down.
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Look down at your chest.
A cross, with fifty stars.
The scar wasn't red; it was dark red, like an old wound.
When you touch it, the skin surface is flat, without any bumps, but you can feel the texture underneath.
Like a brand, imprinted on the bone.
He lowered his hand and walked to the wall.
There is a mirror on the wall.
He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself.
He is 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest.
His golden hair was dazzling, as if it were plated with gold.
The eyes are blue.
But now it's more than that.
He can now sense that he has taken a different path from the one he was originally supposed to take.
[Extreme Wave] is Lucien's path.
[Heaven's Mandate is Clear] is his path.
He knew that his previous choice was right.
I am truly the one chosen by this Lord.
Lucien was merely acting on behalf of the Lord, bringing the Lord's gifts to his side.
Therefore, he is the only one favored by the Lord.
And this power that belongs exclusively to him is proof of that.
Milk Dragon turned around, left the mirror, and walked towards the office.
He needs to think.
Think about what to do next.
Lucien is still in Cuba.
Lucien is still useful.
But Lucien and he have already gone down different paths.
He must sever ties with Lucien for the sake of the Lord's watchful eye.
but not now.
Because he knew that there was a difference in power level between Lucien and himself.
Lucien is Silver.
He just broke through, but he's still at the Bronze level.
One level below.
He did not act in a high-profile manner.
Instead, they returned to Lake and Sea Manor first.
The car drove into the manor gate and stopped in front of the main building.
Nailong got out of the car and went into the house.
There are people in the house.
Wife, children, a few close assistants, and a few trusted advisors.
There were twelve people in total.
They were all waiting in the living room.
They all stood up when they saw him come in.
Milk Dragon looked at them.
He didn't speak.
He simply raised his hand.
[The Mandate of Heaven is Clear].
It's not full power, it's a weakened version, a test version.
The effect was immediate.
The expressions on the faces of the twelve people changed.
From tension to daze, and then to frenzy.
Eyes wide open, pupils dilated, corners of the mouth turned up.
It wasn't a fake smile; it was a pure, heartfelt worship that welled up from the depths of one's soul.
They looked at him, at the star-studded cross on his chest.
Look at his dazzling blond hair.
Looking at his perfect physique.
Then they knelt down.
It wasn't forced; it was voluntary.
He knelt on both knees, clasped his hands together, as if in prayer.
Milk Dragon looked at them and nodded.
good results.
Now, he has his first real voters.
Although the quantity is small, it's enough.
He turned and went up the stairs.
Back in the study.
Close the door.
Sitting in a chair.
think.
We must cooperate first.
Lucien is still useful. The Cuban issue is not over yet, and the international reaction has not come. He needs Lucien to take the lead.
Only after I acquire another power will I have the ability to fight against it.
So it will take more time.
He decided to wait until after the rednecks attacked Washington, and after a grand ceremony, before ascending to the next class.
He'll be the boss then.
As for now, let's be polite and courteous for the time being.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The number is encrypted and connects directly to Cuba.
It rang three times before being answered.
Lucien.
Nailong spoke, his tone gentle, as if greeting an old friend.
"I saw the live stream."
On the other end of the phone, Lucien's voice came through, tinged with laughter.
"Congratulations, Milk Dragon."
"Thanks."
Nailong said, then paused.
"We still need you to continue things in Cuba."
"certainly."
Lucien said in a relaxed tone.
"This is my art."
"very good."
Nailong said, and then hung up the phone.
He put down the phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
A smile played on his lips.
There is light in his eyes.