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Whether I pursue the girl I like or how I compete with Gao Kui is my own business.
Now, get out! Get out of my house!
Caesar's eyes were as fierce as a hunting lion's, and he pointed towards the villa's entrance.
Frost stared at Caesar with a mixture of pity and anger: "Caesar, I thought you would grow..."
In the eyes of the Gattuso family, Caesar was a rebellious kid who, despite being of age to settle down, start a family, and take on responsibilities, still loved Ultraman Taro and Kamen Rider.
Having witnessed the power of the Northern Qi prince, Caesar has indeed matured: he now prefers the more mature Father of Ultra, but his inherent rebelliousness and naivety remain unchanged.
The phone screen on the computer desk suddenly lit up. Caesar ignored Frost, picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was a text message from Angers.
Putting away his phone and shutting down his computer, Caesar walked into the dressing room as if no one else was around, choosing an outfit for his upcoming meeting with Angers.
Frost was completely ignored.
Negotiations with Caesar have once again reached a stalemate, leaving Frost with no choice but to back down. He walked to the stairs, then turned back and said with deep emotion, "What I said earlier still stands. The family will wait for you to change your mind..."
"roll!"
Frost reluctantly shut up, turned around and went downstairs, but after taking only two steps, he was stopped by Caesar again.
"and many more."
"???"
"You just mentioned the gods of the new world, right?"
"correct."
“He once said that there is no other god but me. There is only one god, Uncle. Your words are far too blasphemous.”
Frost sighed, "Caesar, many mixed-race families, including our Gattuso family, are not religious."
"Yes, the Gattuso family is not religious."
Caesar gritted his teeth and sneered: "So why did you arrange my mother's funeral at Westminster Abbey?"
Your hypocrisy is disgusting!
Chapter 111 The Messiah Project
At 11:25 p.m., Caesar arrived at the new principal's office 5 minutes before the agreed time.
The original principal's office was very close to Valhalla; it was an inconspicuous building that looked like a garage from the outside.
Unfortunately, it was destroyed in the chaos of the battle between Gao Kui and John Wick, along with the rare books, valuable paintings and calligraphy in the principal's office, and the cableway connecting to the ice cellar.
Until the new principal's office is built, Angers will be working in a garage in a corner of the campus—this time, a real garage.
To Caesar's surprise, the office door was not closed, and there were even wisps of white smoke carrying the aroma of barbecue drifting out of the garage.
After politely knocking on the door and receiving permission, Caesar pushed it open and immediately looked up to survey the layout of the office.
The unfinished cement floor, the rusty corrugated steel roof, a brand-new Maserati Quattroporte and a Porsche 911 GT2 released at the beginning of the century parked in the corner, and some cables and plugs scattered on the cement floor, as well as some furniture and documents piled up haphazardly.
Aside from being a bit larger, it looks no different from a typical American family garage.
Of course, people are even more important to consider.
His gray hair was still neatly combed. Angers wore a pair of gradient brown sunglasses, rolled up his sleeves and tied an apron. He stood in front of the BBQ charcoal grill near the window, skillfully arranging the meat and vegetables on the grill.
At the far end of the garage, against the wall, stood a huge LCD monitor and several sofas. Two somewhat familiar-looking figures sat on the sofas, playing a console game.
Gao Kui and Chu Zihang looked like they had arrived at the principal's office quite early.
"The meat and vegetables will take a few more minutes to cook. Shall we find a place to sit down first?"
Angers looked up and pointed towards Gao Kui and Chu Zihang: "There's a cola machine and a juicer over there. If you don't like those, there are other drinks and wines in the fridge."
"I'll just have a Coke."
Seeing that Angers had no intention of talking for the time being, Caesar nodded, walked to the end of the garage, got a glass of iced cola, and then sat down next to Gao Kui and Chu Zihang.
Caesar then realized what the two were playing: a game released on the PS2 platform, *Yakuza 2*. He remembered the series, or more precisely, the first game in the series, a game set in the Japanese underworld.
"Is the protagonist of the second generation still Kiryu Kazuma?" Caesar felt that the protagonist controlled by Gao Kui looked familiar. Isn't this still Kiryu Kazuma?
On the screen, Kiryu Kazuma found a minor boss. After exchanging a few words, the performance ended. Each of them grabbed the shoulder of their suit jacket and ripped it off, revealing a physique no less impressive than Caesar's and a tattoo on his back. Then the fight officially began.
Gao Kui, fiddling with the game controller, answered Caesar's question with a sarcastic remark: "Now it's Kiryu Kazuma, in the future it's Kiryu Kazuma, it will always be Kiryu Kazuma, just like Girls' Generation."
One scapegoat after another, always getting inexplicably dragged into the main storyline.
He's got graying temples and terminal cancer, and Sega still manages to pull him out to sell nostalgia, and ironically, that nostalgia is pretty appealing...
After criticizing Sega's inhumane behavior, Gao Kui continued to criticize the writers of the Yakuza series. He said, "It's one thing to bring up Kazuma Kiryu to sell nostalgia, but I can understand that."
Why are all the appearances of Kiryu Kazuma so similar? He gets dragged into a conspiracy and saddled with a huge culpability as soon as he appears. Is our fourth boss of the Tojo Clan so lacking in prestige? Does he forget the lessons he learned?
Caesar and Chu Zihang couldn't understand what Gao Kui was saying at all. After all, Yakuza has only released its second installment, and there are still no sequels or remakes. Kiryu Kazuma's tragic fate of being blamed is only just beginning to emerge.
After a series of flashy moves, the mini-boss was successfully defeated, and the story progressed to a classic mini-game segment that no Japanese single-player game should miss: this time it was Japanese Mahjong.
"It's not the type of game I like, so I'll refuse it outright." Gao Kui, seeing that it wasn't a PR club, handed the controller to Chu Zihang with little interest.
The cool, aloof guy took the controller and his mind raced, taking over Gao Kui's strategy for the mini-game. He wasn't very familiar with the rules of Japanese mahjong, but at least he was willing to use his brain.
The two had a clear division of labor: they played the game together, with Gao Kui in charge of the action parts and Chu Zihang handling most of the must-try mini-games.
Caesar stared at the card game on the screen, calculating the probabilities of various card combinations, speculating on the other three players' hands, and comparing his deduced strategies with Chu Zihang's: there was no difference.
The reason why gambling games such as Texas Hold'em, Blackjack, and Mahjong have remained popular for so long is that they are not simply games of luck, but also require players to have strong calculation skills, psychological warfare skills, and logical reasoning abilities.
From a technical standpoint, Caesar and Chu Zihang are no different.
Five minutes later, Kiryu Kazuma on the screen knocked over the mahjong tiles. He won by self-draw, achieving a pure Nine Gates Lantern and double the yakuman.
"The BBQ is ready to eat, kids!" Angers called out to the three boys playing games in front of the grill.
After pausing the game, the three moved the folding table and chairs to the barbecue grill. Angers asked them with a smile how much salt they wanted and whether they wanted any other seasonings, like the kind old man on the KFC sign.
“Principal, you didn’t just call us over to treat us to BBQ, did you?” Caesar sat at the folding table, holding a plate of roasted pork ribs.
Angers did not answer Caesar's question: "Are you in a bad mood today?"
"I saw someone I didn't want to see." Caesar lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Angers.
"It's your uncle Frost, isn't it?"
Angers patiently brushed honey glaze onto the grilled meat with a small brush and said softly, "Judging from your state, you two must have talked a lot, and it didn't end very well."
You rejected his offer?
"I don't want to get too involved with the Gattuso family."
Caesar lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected: "I will decide for myself which path to take, and I will not accept Gattuso's charity, regardless of success or failure."
"While the Gattuso family certainly played a role in your selection as the beneficiary of the Nibelungen Plan, you are, in fact, a very suitable candidate."
“Aren’t there more suitable candidates than me?” Caesar raised his head and looked at Gao Kui, who was frantically slicing up his steak.
"What does this have to do with me?" Gao Kui looked up with a puzzled expression, his cheeks bulging and completely filled with honey-glazed roasted meat.
Mental illness does not equal low emotional intelligence; Gao Kui's emotional intelligence is actually quite good when he's not having an episode. Angers and Caesar were clearly discussing Caesar's family's private affairs, so Gao Kui remained silent the entire time.
Unexpectedly, Caesar suddenly brought up the topic of him.
"The Nibelungen Project has been a key project for Kassel in recent years. Its core concept is to concentrate resources to cultivate a hybrid monarch who can rival the next generation of the humanoid dragon king."
The so-called half-blood monarch is...
Angers gave a brief overview of the Nibelungen Plan, and then added, "Caesar believed that you were a better executor of the Nibelungen Plan than he was."
"Brother, you're generous." Gao Kui extended his fist towards Caesar, and Caesar, without saying a word, bumped fists with Gao Kui.
"So that's me?" Gao Kui suddenly turned to look at Angers, wanting to confirm.
“Yes and no.
"Regarding the Nibelungen project alone, no mixed-race person in Kassel is more suitable than you. Everyone has seen how outstanding you are. Even considering your mental state, you are more suitable than Caesar."
As for mental state, as long as it is not completely out of control, it is not a problem for mixed-race individuals.
Caesar remained expressionless, neither sad nor happy. Therefore, the Gattuso family had indeed played a significant role in his temporary selection by the Board of Trustees as the executor of the Nibelungen Project, which was ahead of Gao Kui in the hierarchy.
Gao Kui held his head high, casually flicked his hair with the grace of an Indian AAA masterpiece, and said modestly, "I don't need you to emphasize how excellent I am, Principal. Who doesn't know that?"
"However, I have other plans for you."
Angers changed the subject and said in a gentle tone, "The Nibelungen Project is indeed a key project in Kassel in recent years, approved by the Board of Trustees, but you don't need it, do you?"
Besides the Nibelungen Project, Kassel has another key project, codenamed "Project Messiah." That's a project I specifically prepared for you; it won't take up resources needed for the Nibelungen Project, and the two projects can proceed concurrently.
The Nibelungen Project aims to cultivate hybrid monarchs comparable to humanoid dragon kings, so what does the Messiah Project want to cultivate?
Gao Kui raised his head and looked at Angers in surprise.
“I noticed your special qualities a long time ago. Although I can’t confirm whether you have any connection with the one in the Bible, that’s not a bad thing, is it?”
Angers smiled and shrugged: "Kindness, generosity, and compassion—how dazzling and unforgettable those wonderful qualities are."
Whether you are or not, we are happy to see you put His ideals into practice, reenact His deeds on earth, and grow into a messiah belonging to this era and to humanity.
Gao Kui understood what Angers meant.
Angers could not definitively say whether he was the Son of God, but he did not hesitate to treat him as such, nurture him, and guide him to grow into a man as great as Emmanuel in the Bible.
"Thank you." Gao Kui nodded earnestly and respectfully.
Chu Zihang lowered his head and silently peeled the honey-glazed steak, feeling a little guilty and a little sad. He knew that Angers had lied to Gao Kui, but Angers had no choice but to do so.
The Son who first descended and the Son who returned are completely different.
The Second Coming Son is the Glorious King, a continuation of Emmanuel in the Bible, and the destroyer of the world who, according to biblical prophecy, will inevitably carry out the final judgment at some point in the future.
Angers deceived Gao Kui by deliberately confusing the first coming of the Holy Son with the second coming of the Holy Son, hoping that Gao Kui would repeat the deeds of the "Mediator between God and Man," or at least not go in the direction of the originally planned "Glorious King."
Will it succeed?
Chu Zihang did not believe that Angers would succeed. Angers had already clearly dissected Gao Kui's true identity: a Son equal to the Father, a genuine religious God.
The Father is Jehovah, and the Son is also Jehovah, but the Father is not the Son. Chu Zihang already understands very well what kind of existence the religious God is.
Self-existent and eternal, present and everlasting, omniscient and omnipotent, beyond concepts...