My Short-Lived Wife!

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"MiHoYo, you have no heart!"

"My short-lived wife!"

There were two Hydro Gods: one was a god, unseen by sun or moon; one was human, unheard of by divine name. For five hundred years, she deceived Heaven's Law and hid the truth from the Dragon King, all so Fontaine could welcome a new dawn.

A sword hung above her head, her jade feet danced lightly, and the sinner's dance whirled on.

Tears fell; the Authority returned. She declared that no one was guilty.

At the beginning of the prophecy, only one person could return.

At the end of the story, only one person had not returned.

Focalors & Furina

A sword hung above her head, and she danced gracefully, the sinner's dance whirling on.

Tears beneath the crown, suffering borne alone; one person performed the play for all.

As the youth watched the scene on his computer screen, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears. When Focalors died, even his heart trembled, and so did his hands.

If the God of Justice did not return the Ancient Dragon Authority, she would be unjust.

If she did not save the people of Fontaine, she would be unkind.

But this required her to endure five hundred years of loneliness, along with the cost of her own life...

Perhaps his grief was too overwhelming. The youth closed his eyes and never opened them again. His life simply came to an end.

"Outsider, your journey ends here!"

The world has rejected you!

"???"

While the youth was still dazed, he vaguely heard something, but he could not remember it clearly.

"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry."

"Neuvillette, don't be sad. Now that you have regained the Ancient Dragon Authority, you should be happy."

"Besides, I... we seem to..."

"Neuvillette..."

"Neuvillette."

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, Suotuo City.

"So that's why I'm called Neuvillette?"

The youth—no, Neuvillette—looked blankly at the old man before him as he spoke.

When he had first crossed into this world, he had been rather confused. Had he died?

By the usual logic, if one crossed over due to an accident, they would end up in some game they had played, or some novel, movie, or television drama they had watched before dying.

But he had clearly been playing Archons. Why had he crossed into Douluo Continent instead?!

Could it be because, when he had been bored, he had reread the original Douluo Continent novel?

The old man nodded and said, "Speaking of which, Little Neuvillette, you really were quite strange."

"When I found you, I was about to give you a name, but you kept muttering Neuvillette, Neuvillette."

"When I heard it, I thought it was a great name—far better than Lakesius! So I named you Neuvillette!"

Lakesius said with a smile.

For some reason, Neuvillette had suddenly asked about the origin of his name today.

Nearly six years had passed since then, yet Lakesius still remembered it vividly.

It had simply been too strange. A baby could actually speak!

That was also one of the reasons he had taken Neuvillette in as his adopted grandson.

Neuvillette froze. The memories of his previous life had only just awakened, the mystery of his time in the womb finally unraveling, and he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it all.

The old man before him was named Lakesius, a terrifying Soul Douluo-level powerhouse!

He was also the patriarch of one of the Eight Hidden Families.

Speaking of the Eight Hidden Families, one had to mention the Soul Arenas. Across the entire Douluo Continent, aside from the Soul Arena in Spirit City, which had no connection to the Eight Great Families, every other Soul Arena had been established by the Eight Great Families!

The Eight Great Families did not involve themselves in any conflicts on Douluo Continent. They simply focused on operating Soul Arenas, which was one reason no one had sought trouble with them to this day.

Besides that, their own strength was extremely important as well.

Every one of the Eight Hidden Families had at least one Soul Douluo-level powerhouse overseeing it, meaning they possessed no fewer than eight Soul Douluos in total!

Would anyone really need to offend or destroy such a force when it took part in no disputes whatsoever?

Do not underestimate a Soul Douluo. Even the sect masters of the Lower Four Sects were merely Soul Douluo-level powerhouses.

Lakesius had a rather odd yet free-spirited personality. Since Neuvillette was his adopted grandson, it was not strange that he did not share Lakesius's surname.

Besides, Neuvillette had been picked up off the street. He would not inherit their family's ancestral spirit, so was it not better that they did not share a surname?

At the very least, the direct descendants of the family would not object to Neuvillette's existence.

"Little Neuvillette, tomorrow is your sixth birthday. Don't feel any pressure. Even if you cannot become a Soul Master, this old man's pocket money is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life!"

Lakesius patted Neuvillette on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

At first, Lakesius had noticed that Neuvillette had been different from other children from birth—he could speak. Believing him to be extraordinarily talented and destined to achieve great things, Lakesius had taken him in as his adopted grandson rather than sending him to the Soul Arena's orphanage...

After all these years, Lakesius had long regarded Neuvillette as his own grandson. He had lived a free and unruly life without children of his own, and Neuvillette's appearance had brought some changes to his later years.

Spirit Awakening and becoming a Soul Master were the most important matters on Douluo Continent.

If Neuvillette awakened his spirit tomorrow but had no Soul Power and could not become a Soul Master, then with Lakesius's savings, let alone allowing Neuvillette to live comfortably for one lifetime, he could not spend it all even in several lifetimes!

Of course, that was assuming he did not spend recklessly.

Those words snapped Neuvillette back to his senses, and the corner of his eye twitched. Did he look like someone under pressure?

He had merely been wondering why he was called Neuvillette!

Forget it. Since I'm here, I might as well settle in. Everything from before has already become drifting smoke and passing clouds. Now that I've come to Douluo Continent, continuing to dwell on what happened before I crossed over would only be asking for trouble.

With that thought, Neuvillette no longer dwelled on it. Since fate had given him this name in this life, surely his spirit would not be too bad, right?

There was no helping it. Spirit Awakening was not something he could control. He was an outsider, an orphan, the sort Lakesius had picked up.

Neuvillette truly had no idea what spirit he would awaken.

"Old man, I haven't even awakened my spirit or tested my Soul Power yet. Why are you saying such discouraging things?"

Lakesius was stunned when he heard that. That was right—they had not even gone through Spirit Awakening yet, and he had already planned Neuvillette's backup path?

A Soul Master ought to press forward without fear.

"Hahaha... Little Neuvillette is right. Grandpa was wrong!"

"My grandson is exceptionally gifted. He could speak before he was even two months old. He absolutely has the makings of a Soul Master!"

Lakesius stroked his beard and declared this with high spirits.

The moment those words left his mouth, Neuvillette felt a chill run down his back, and his whole body went numb!

Dear Grandpa, could you please not raise a death flag at a time like this?

The last person who said his son had the bearing of a Great Emperor met a truly miserable end!

Neuvillette had no way to respond to that. His expression only grew increasingly strange, and his conflicted look left Lakesius completely puzzled.