Chapter 1 — Transmigration and an Unexpected Encounter
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Deep within a dense and eerie forest, a young boy around five years old lay unconscious on a grassy field, his small body sprawled out with arms open wide. His face was strikingly handsome for his age — smooth jade-like skin, bright lips, and a straight nose. The lingering roundness of his cheeks gave him an innocent, almost adorable appearance.
A faint movement stirred the grass around him as he slowly opened his eyes, groaning while holding his aching head. The dull pain made him wince before he began to glance around curiously at his unfamiliar surroundings.
"Where… am I? What's—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chilling gaze from behind. His instincts kicked in, and he quickly rolled to the side — just in time to see a terrifying creature staring back at him.
It looked like a wolf, but its fur was jet-black and glimmered faintly under the light. A single horn, dark as the midnight sky, protruded from its forehead. Its yellow eyes gleamed like twin stars — beautiful, yet filled with bloodlust.
"What the hell—? A wolf? Why does it look like that?!" the boy muttered in panic. His eyes darted around, searching desperately for anything he could use as a weapon.
Unfortunately, there was nothing. No sticks, no stones sharp enough to help him.
"Run," he thought, and his small body bolted into the forest.
Adrenaline surged through his veins as the wolf lunged after him, its claws digging into the soil. The boy darted through the trees, dodging branches and leaping over roots with surprising agility.
"I just woke up in some strange place, and now I'm being chased by a mutant wolf! What kind of rotten luck is this?!" he yelled in frustration while running for his life.
After several minutes, his pace began to falter. His lungs burned, and exhaustion took over. The wolf was close — he could hear its snarls just behind him.
When the beast finally pounced, the boy spun around and, with sheer desperation, drove a sharp rock straight into its eye.
The wolf howled in agony, thrashing violently. The boy didn't stop — he struck again and again until the creature convulsed and fell lifeless to the ground.
Panting heavily, the boy stumbled backward and collapsed, staring blankly at the wolf's corpse. Relief washed over him, but then his eyes widened.
A faintly glowing white spirit ring emerged above the beast's body. The energy it radiated was unmistakable.
"A… spirit ring? Don't tell me— I'm in Douluo Dalu?!"
The realization made his heart race. Quickly, he approached the corpse and broke off the wolf's horn, fashioning it into a crude dagger.
"Good thing I watched all those survival videos on that red app and TV," he muttered while skinning the wolf. "Guess they actually paid off."
As the sun began to set, the forest grew darker and colder. He gathered dry branches and twigs, managing to spark a small fire with two stones. When night finally fell, he searched for shelter and found an ancient tree with a hollow base. After ensuring no spirit beasts lurked inside, he lined the ground with dry leaves to make a makeshift bed.
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When he woke up, something felt off — his body was tightly bound by something soft yet firm. Looking down, he saw shimmering blue-silver grass with faint silver veins coiling gently around him, as though embracing him.
A shiver ran down his spine. It wasn't exactly fear — more like confusion and an odd sense of warmth. Carefully, he unwrapped himself from the grass, which immediately wilted a little before swaying shyly, almost as if it had emotions.
"Uhhh… what's with this grass?" he murmured, puzzled.
Ignoring it for now, he returned to the remains of the wolf and roasted some meat over the fire. As he ate, thoughts raced through his mind.
"Which timeline am I in? Douluo Dalu 1? 2? Or the Legend of the Dragon Kings? … If I had to choose, I'd rather be in the first or the last one — at least Tang San's influence isn't overwhelming there."
While mulling it over, an uneasy yet strangely familiar sensation stirred in his chest. He froze.
Something — or someone — was approaching.
He gripped his makeshift dagger tightly and shifted into a defensive stance, eyes fixed on the rustling bushes ahead.
Moments later, a small figure emerged. It was a young girl, roughly his age, with long silver hair that shimmered faintly with lavender hues. Her skin was as pale and flawless as polished jade, and her violet-silver eyes sparkled like gems beneath the sunlight.
Her expression was calm, serene — almost divine. The white dress she wore bore intricate silver dragon patterns, completing her ethereal beauty.
A single name flashed across the boy's mind.
"Gu Yuena?"
His heart skipped a beat. 'Then this must be… The Legend of the Dragon Kings.'
The girl blinked and tilted her head slightly before speaking, her voice soft and melodic.
"Hmm? Who are you? What are you doing in this forest?" she asked.
The boy straightened, still cautious. "Me? My name's Zhao Fan. I… got lost in this forest. I think I've lost some of my memories, too. What about you? Why are you here?"
"My name is… Na'er," she replied after a pause, a faint smile forming on her lips. "I'm heading to the nearby village to awaken my spirit."
"Na'er…" he repeated, feigning calm though his heart raced.
"Do you know where that village is?" Zhao Fan asked eagerly.
Na'er giggled softly at his sudden enthusiasm. The sound was gentle, crystalline — and for a moment, Zhao Fan found himself mesmerized.
In his past life, every Douluo Dalu fan agreed — Gu Yuena was the most beautiful woman in the entire series. And now, she stood before him in the flesh.
"Would you like to come with me?" Na'er asked sweetly. "It's better to travel together, don't you think?"
Zhao Fan nodded without hesitation. He looked around six years old — just the right age to awaken a martial soul. Deep inside, curiosity and excitement began to stir.
Soon, he would find out what kind of spirit he possessed — and more importantly, which part of this world's timeline he had truly landed in.
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To Be Continued…