Chapter 75: Astonishment—Xia Mi Is Not Jormungandr!

In that moment, Xia Mi was stunned. She stared blankly at the woman whose bearing was as imperious as an empress—the way she walked, her exquisite features, her haughty expression. All of it was so familiar. That’s me! No, wait, this can’t be right. Why is there another me? Why is her aura identical to mine? Why does her authority and presence resemble mine at my peak? Such an air, such demeanor—these are not things an ordinary person could ever imitate. She seems almost like the real me, the true Jormungandr!

If she is Jormungandr, then who am I?

Xia Mi gazed at the woman in utter confusion, her expression shifting again and again. At that moment, her mind trembled, her soul teetered on the brink of collapse. She turned her head stiffly to look at Chu Zihang beside her, feeling the power within him—the power from her own dragon bones—once more confirming that it was her strength, the power of Jormungandr, not someone else’s. This is my power. This is Jormungandr’s power. Then who on earth is she?

“Don’t be afraid.”

Rarely perceptive, Senior Brother seemed to understand. He gently embraced Xia Mi, his eyes tender as he looked at this lost girl, whispering softly in her ear, “It’s alright, Xia Mi. Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

“Oh.” Xia Mi replied quietly, then, without a word, nestled into Chu Zihang’s arms, pressing her forehead against his warm, solid chest. She thought to herself: Perhaps, whether I am Jormungandr or not is no longer so important.

She had never been one to yearn for power; it was romantic love she truly desired. If this love could transcend even the boundaries of life and death, nothing could be better. It was for this reason that Xia Mi had buried her dragonbone power deep within Chu Zihang’s body. Power was important, yes, but not all-important. If she could quietly enjoy being loved and cherished, then being a second generation hybrid wasn’t so bad.

After all, she was just a second generation hybrid.

Chu Zihang stroked Xia Mi’s soft back, his gaze resting on the distant Jormungandr, exuding tenderness and unwavering reliability. He knew well that almost everyone present was a Dragon King: he himself was the King of Bronze and Fire; Lu Mingfei and Jormungandr were the Kings of Earth and Mountain. But Xia Mi... she was just a weak second generation hybrid. Although the strongest of her kind, with vast knowledge and unique powers, in the face of a Dragon King’s presence, it was only natural for her to become disoriented. As her lover, it was his right and duty to protect her. That was his responsibility.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei was also shocked. He couldn’t comprehend why such a woman would suddenly appear—her appearance and demeanor were exactly like the real Jormungandr, just as Norton had described.

Could it be... that she is the true Jormungandr, and Xia Mi is only her substitute? Or perhaps, I am the real Jormungandr and she is my substitute, and only Dragon Kings can see my double?

No, no, no! She calls herself Jormungandr and says I am Fenrir—we are the Kings of Earth and Mountain. So am I truly Fenrir? Lu Mingze once said I am something higher than the four monarchs; I shouldn’t be Fenrir at all.

And yet—where did this Jormungandr come from? She doesn’t seem fake... On the contrary, Xia Mi, with her hopeless infatuation, seems more like the impostor. This empress-like woman is the real Jormungandr; perhaps Xia Mi is just someone who stole her power.

Yes, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. After all, how could a Dragon King be obsessed with love? It’s only natural that she isn’t a Dragon King!

Xia Mi must be an ordinary second generation hybrid who, by some means, stole Jormungandr’s dragonbone power. Later, that power was stolen once more by Chu Zihang and my Evil Eye, ultimately creating the current Chu Zihang.

If that’s the truth, it explains why Xia Mi’s reaction to her power being stolen wasn’t as intense as I expected. Because it was never hers to begin with, so even after losing it, she merely sulked with Chu Zihang, pouting like a little girl and staying at his house—never once trying to reclaim her power, as if she didn’t care at all.

It all makes perfect sense! The idea that Xia Mi was Jormungandr was only my own conjecture, based on Norton’s stories of a powerful female first generation hybrid. There’s no actual evidence; the dragon bones she stole might not even be Jormungandr’s—they could belong to Constantine...

Wait, Constantine!?

In an instant, Lu Mingfei’s mind was struck as if by lightning. He swallowed nervously, thinking: If Xia Mi really did steal Constantine’s dragon bones, and now Chu Zihang, this imitation Constantine, is using Constantine’s power to meet Norton, telling him, “I’m your own brother”...

My God!!

I can’t even imagine how furious the Monarch of Wrath would be upon seeing Chu Zihang.

This is bad—very bad!

“My foolish little brother, what are you thinking about?” Jormungandr smiled at him, her fair, jade-like fingers gently brushing his cheek. The fondness in her gaze made it seem as though he truly was Jormungandr, and Lu Mingfei was Fenrir.

Lu Mingfei composed himself and, with furrowed brows, asked, “Am I really Fenrir?”

“My foolish brother, you’re always like this, unable to distinguish reality from fantasy. After all these years, you haven’t changed at all,” Jormungandr sighed helplessly. She turned her head to look at Chu Zihang. “Constantine... No, you’re not. There’s something wrong with your state.”

At that, a chill ran through Lu Mingfei. His worst fears seemed to be coming true. If even Jormungandr called him Constantine, perhaps Senior Brother really did steal Constantine’s power.

It’s over! It’s all over!

“I am Chu Zihang now,” Chu Zihang replied calmly.

Lu Mingfei had once told him that a Dragon King who hadn’t awakened his memories was simply his old self, and that not being Constantine but Chu Zihang was normal. It was also reasonable for Jormungandr to notice something amiss. On the contrary, if she didn’t, it would be stranger—no Dragon King should miss such things.

Perhaps—she truly is the real Jormungandr!

At this thought, Chu Zihang’s arms tightened around Xia Mi, as if holding her more firmly could give the girl a greater sense of security.

(The chapter ends)