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The thunderous cheers and applause instantly ignited the entire venue!
Countless freshmen stood up excitedly, offering their sincerest respect and fervor to the newly crowned king!
Lin Che has successfully won the overall championship in this year's freshman ranking competition!
The awards ceremony after the game was brightly lit.
Student council president Sun Zhe personally went up on stage and handed the heavy championship trophy, symbolizing the highest honor, to Lin Che.
He looked at the junior who had defeated his own younger brother, his eyes filled with pure admiration, without the slightest hostility.
"Lin Che".
Sun Zhe's voice is steady and magnetic.
"Are you interested in joining our Sun family's combat department after graduation? I guarantee you will receive top-tier resources from the family hierarchy."
This invitation is enough to elevate any ordinary trainer to stardom in one fell swoop.
However, Lin Che simply smiled, his gaze falling on the special certificate beside the trophy, which emitted a faint golden light.
"Thank you for your high regard, Chairman."
He spoke, his voice not loud, but unusually firm.
"But I have things I have to do."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes, but he quickly understood.
True geniuses always find their own path.
He nodded and said no more.
Lin Che gripped the trophy tightly in his hand, and even more tightly the ticket to his goal.
At this moment, the clamorous cheers, the attention of the crowd, and the readily available wealth and glory all faded from his world.
Only one thing remained in his mind.
A perfectly clear goal.
He wanted to use this golden certificate, which he had earned through his championship title and which granted him the highest level of authority, to push open that long-sealed, mysterious door.
Dragon's Secret Vault!
Then, for your infant mini-dragon, seek a true gift that can rewrite the limits of its bloodline and place it at the very top of the dragon-type starting line!
Chapter 53 Dragon-Type Secret Vault, a Clue Pointing to the East Blue! Arriving at the Port, the World of Elite Trainers!
The hustle and bustle and passion of the freshman ranking competition have eventually turned into dust in history.
Lin Che's name, along with his Arcanine that sealed the victory in the finals, is no longer just a synonym for champion.
It is a monument.
A monument that is currently insurmountable in the hearts of all the freshmen, and they dare not even imagine how to overcome it.
As the ultimate reward for this honor, the door to the legendary "Dragon Vault" was finally opened for him.
An elderly professor with white hair and an unusually steady gait personally led him toward a heavily guarded building deep within the academy.
"Squeak-"
The heavy stone gate, which required two people to push, slowly opened, and a fragrance of ink, mixed with the unique aroma of old paper and the scent of history, wafted out.
Lin Che stepped inside.
The anticipation in his eyes froze slightly the moment he saw what lay behind the door.
There are no mountains of rare treasures here, nor any dazzling legendary props.
What comes into view is an ancient, solemn, and even somewhat empty circular library. Countless books are neatly arranged on towering bookshelves, with only dust motes floating quietly in the air.
This collection contains all the research materials and documents on Dragon-type Pokémon from ancient times to the present.
"Child, the knowledge here is far more valuable than any prop."
The old professor's cloudy eyes saw through his slight disappointment, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
He raised his withered hand and pointed to the vast bookshelf.
Go find what you want.
Lin Che's breathing calmed down.
He bowed deeply to the old professor, completely suppressing the unrealistic fantasy in his heart.
He began to navigate through the sea of books, his fingertips tracing the spines of each thick volume, his mental focus intense as he searched for any clues about the [Dragon Scales].
Time slips silently through our fingers.
Finally, he found his target in a leather document written in extremely ancient hieroglyphs.
The document is made of rough material, but the handwriting has a power that seems to penetrate the paper.
The above records that, in addition to being a key token for the evolution of the Seadragon race, the purest type of Dragon Scales also contains a trace of the dragon's original power that can be traced back to ancient times!
This power can purify the bloodline of dragon-type spirits and directly stimulate their dormant talents deep within their genes!
Lin Che's heart clenched.
This is precisely the perfect foundation he planned for the Mini Dragon!
He immediately looked down, trying to find the origin of this purest scale, but the records in the literature ended there.
There was no location, no clues; it was like a story that had been abruptly cut off.
He frowned slightly, a strong sense of regret welling up in his heart.
Just then, the [Eye of Truth] system, which had been dormant in his mind for a long time, suddenly emitted a soft sound without warning!
It caught a faint, almost negligible energy fluctuation in the description of "primordial power" that he was focusing his gaze on!
[Ding! Key trajectory detected...]
[Analyzing...]
Analysis complete!
A pale blue virtual screen instantly unfolded on Lin Che's retina!
The faint trace extracted from the ancient text was magnified infinitely in the system's vast database, eventually transforming into a golden stream of energy.
Like an arrow released from a bow, it pierced through the virtual map and pointed precisely at the East China Sea!
The target is an unknown sea area marked with a skull and crossbones on all publicly available nautical charts as a "no-go zone"!
The area is shrouded in terrifying storms and thunderclouds year-round.
On the map, three large, elegantly written ancient seal characters highlight the fearsome reputation of that sea area.
Dragon's Roar Islands!
……
That night, in the dormitory.
Lin Che pushed open the door and calmly informed everyone of the decision he had just made.
"what?!"
Chen Hao was lying in bed watching videos when he heard these words. He jumped up from the bed as if he had been electrocuted.
"Brother Che, are you crazy?!"
His voice trembled slightly from shock.
"Dragon's Roar Islands?! That place is a forbidden zone where no one can return! I heard my dad say that even Elite Four level trainers don't dare to venture into that stormy sea area easily!"
"I must go."
Lin Che's tone was completely calm, as if he were stating something perfectly normal.
This calmness is more powerful than any passionate words.
"Then...then we'll go with you!"
Chen Hao panicked, pacing back and forth by the bed, and grabbed his phone.
"I'll have my dad send over a military exploration vessel right now! Safety is absolutely guaranteed!"
"Need not."
Lin Che shook his head, glanced at his two other roommates who also looked worried, and declined the offer.
"Too many people can actually reduce efficiency."
One sentence plunged the entire dormitory into a deathly silence.
Chen Hao froze in mid-air, his hand still holding the phone.
For the first time, they felt so clearly and so cruelly the gap between themselves and Lin Che.
It wasn't just the strength of the elves, nor just the wisdom of battle.
It is this courage to challenge forbidden zones alone, and to regard dangers that everyone fears as opportunities.
It is that foresight that has already set its sights on the distant future.
They were still basking in the glory of their victory in a school competition, while Lin Che had already set his sights on the distant horizon that even the Heavenly King had to be wary of.
In silence, Chen Hao slowly put down his phone.
The three people in the dormitory clenched their fists simultaneously, their knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
An unprecedented, intense sense of urgency burned within them like a flame.
We must train like crazy!
I must become stronger at all costs!
Only in this way, perhaps one day in the future, will they be qualified to truly catch up with that already far ahead figure, instead of feeling so superfluous and powerless to even lend a helping hand, as they are now.
The farewell to the airport was brief and decisive.
Faced with his roommates' words of advice, which were tinged with envy and worry, Lin Che simply nodded calmly.