Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 461 - 99. The Urban Dragon King’s Close Bodyguard Son-in-Law of the School Beauty

Chapter 461: 99. The Urban Dragon King’s Close Bodyguard Son-in-Law of the School Beauty

"Alchemy Club?"

Li Aozi glanced at the other person:

"The freshman handbook says alchemy is a third-year course, right? Isn’t it a bit early for freshmen to be getting involved with the Alchemy Club?"

"Oh, don’t worry, little bro—our school doesn’t have a specific alchemy category. If you want to play, just play. The Alchemy Workshop is open to all teachers and students."

The purple-haired girl giggled as she spoke enticingly:

"A fully open Alchemy Workshop, the only one in the world. Want to avoid being ripped off by magic potion merchants? Want to create your own alchemical girlfriend? Just join the Alchemy Club, and you can conduct research with senior students and professional alchemists. Even after graduation, you can still come back to use the workshop’s facilities. That’s a benefit no other club offers!"

"Sounds great! But I have a question." Li Aozi nodded: "With such good benefits, your club should already be famous nationwide, right?"

"Ahem, of course, our Alchemy Club is quite well-known..."

"Since it’s so famous, you shouldn’t need another member like me."

"Hey, hey, hey, what’s that logic? Wouldn’t a normal person be attracted to our reputation?"

Li Aozi stood up:

"Freshman registration isn’t over yet. I’ll go register first, see you around."

With that, Li Aozi quickly made his exit, leaving at light speed.

Alchemy? Are you kidding me?

Alchemy impoverishes three generations, raising pets ruins a lifetime.

The two most notorious career paths at Starry Abyss: [Alchemist] and [Hunter]

If [Mutant] is like a roguelike game filled with random fun, requiring constant trade-offs and evaluations to create a suitable mutation project, often bringing unexpected surprises,

then alchemy and pet-raising are pure gambling. Random attributes, complex materials, intricate disciplines, unreliable theories—combined together, it’s either producing defective modern industry products or constant explosions.

Li Aozi didn’t want to hang out with people who depend on their moms for food deliveries. It’s not scary to be poor, but messing with this kind of thing ensures there’s no way to bounce back.

"Don’t run, classmate! I haven’t told you our club’s address yet, it’s in Building 16, Room 801. Don’t forget to come pick up a small gift, even if you don’t join the club, at least come support us..."

The purple-haired girl’s shout gradually faded away, and Li Aozi finally relaxed. He walked to the registration area, where there were far fewer people now, just a few young men and women in line.

To Li Aozi’s surprise, this campus was equipped with a Higgs Field. As soon as he neared the teaching building, the system notified him that his arcane energy output efficiency had dropped by 50%—compared to the field generator on the Velazquez Battleship, the effect of this magical civilization’s field was much weaker.

Though it didn’t affect him much, using arcane energy in this environment was basically broadcasting to the whole school: "I’m a Mutant."

—As an [Echoer], he already made enough noise; if he seriously went all out in a fight, the whole universe would hear it clearly.

In a way, that could be considered a flaw of the profession.

Li Aozi queued up at the back of the line. Ahead of him was a curly-haired Tanas boy, and the others in line were all from other planets.

The teacher handling the registration was polite, holding a Magic Network Tablet, fingers dancing in the air to operate runes. He looked up at the blue-skinned young man in luxurious clothes before him:

"Solis Jam the Second from the Zuzhan Royal Court?"

"That’s me." The blue-skinned youth nodded slightly, exuding an aura of privilege.

"Please show your identification, sir." The teacher used a respectful tone: "Look this way, hmm, alright, mental power verification is correct. The College of Diplomatic Relations is to the east."

"Okay, thank you."

"Welcome to Baizhu Star, may our campus make you feel at home."

The blue-skinned youth smiled lightly. After collecting his student documents, Li Aozi saw that two Delta Rank bodyguards followed closely behind him. A graceful maidservant stepped forward to take his luggage, and surrounded by servants, the blue-skinned youth left the registration hall calmly and modestly.

"How does it feel, seeing something new?" The boy in front of Li Aozi said, patting his shoulder with an unsurprised look on his face.

"Isn’t there a rule against students bringing servants and security guards?" Li Aozi asked curiously.

"Yes, students can’t. But diplomatic VIPs can." The curly-haired boy chuckled: "That guy’s a prince from the Zuzhan Royal Court—don’t be surprised, their king is very prolific, they have over a hundred princes like him. Coming as a diplomatic envoy and a student together, of course, it’s grand."

"Seems like there’s always a loophole in the rules," Li Aozi remarked indifferently.

"Hey, bro, that’s not quite right." The curly-haired boy shook his head: "Rules are rigid, but dead-set rules can’t account for every situation. People like that can cause diplomatic issues. We’re at war, and we need all the strength we can get, so special cases have to be treated accordingly."

"You’re pretty sharp." Li Aozi looked ahead, where a tall girl with blonde hair, golden eyes, and scales on her cheeks took her documents and left briskly, without even a basic greeting, showing great arrogance. The teacher, on the other hand, remained calm and indifferent.

This was quite unusual—magical civilizations typically valued respect for teachers highly. In past times, the status of a mentor was almost on par with that of one’s parents, so much so that even now, Crystal Tower’s laws still stipulated that ’killing a mentor’ was a crime more heinous than murder.

Li Aozi couldn’t help but feel curious:

"Doesn’t even give face to the teacher, who is she?"

"Dialan Alexandra Dukejin."

The curly-haired boy blurted out, his eyes showing a hint of awe:

"She’s not an ordinary person, known as the ’Golden Princess.’ A rare hybrid of Dragonborn and Titan. Even though she has no power, no parents, she can enjoy unimaginable wealth just because of her bloodline..."

As he was speaking, the girl in the distance suddenly turned her head, glaring coldly at the curly-haired boy—who quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes, his expression still natural, but clearly trying to hide his inner tension.

The girl’s gaze swept over the curly-haired boy and Li Aozi beside him, lingering briefly on Li Aozi before turning away.

"Dragon Titan? That’s incredibly rare!" Li Aozi didn’t even notice the Dragon Titan’s gaze, he was just slightly amazed: "Do you know her bloodline composition?"

Once the Dragon Titan left, the curly-haired boy relaxed his grip on his clothes and scratched his head: "Not too sure. People say her mother was True Dragon Breed, but which kind, no one knows. Her father’s lineage is more obvious; you can tell just from her appearance."

"Hmm, it is quite obvious." Li Aozi watched the Dragon Titan’s departing figure: "Rongjin Titan. Being a tier higher than a True Dragon of the same level gave her a humanoid appearance, suppressing her maternal bloodline."

"The dragon race’s bloodline is so noble, and Titans are top warriors—being able to merge two top bloodlines means her existence is extraordinary." The curly-haired boy commented: "If she were born in a recognized interstellar civilization, she’d get ten or a hundred times the treatment—weird that she chose this university instead of continuing her studies in a narrative-level civilization?"

Li Aozi didn’t respond.

Dragon Titans are indeed rare. Genetics isn’t just simple addition; it could even mean inheriting the defects of both parents.

Typically, inheriting top tier bloodlines without experiencing genetic degradation is considered fortunate. Often, the offspring of dragons and titans turn out to be either horrific, idiotic dragon beasts or corrupted giant sub-breeds with violent tendencies, posing great danger.