Transmigrating into Douluo: I Crossed into Legend of the Dragon King and Snatched the Silver Dragon King!

"Ah..."

As his consciousness rose from the chaos, the first thing Su Hui felt was the pain from before he blacked out.

He slowly lifted his heavy eyelids.

"Where... am I?"

The first thing his eyes settled on was a small figure sitting beside the bed.

A girl with silver hair falling over her shoulders and bright purple eyes.

Her fingertips still rested on a roll of gauze by the bed.

"Big brother, y-you're awake?!"

The girl spoke first, her voice soft and tinged with obvious nerves.

"I..."

Su Hui moved his fingertips. His throat was parched and tight, and all he managed was a faint, hoarse sound.

"Oh! Big brother, you want some water, right? I'll get it for you!"

The girl immediately understood.

She turned and picked up a cup of water from the low table beside her, then carefully held it to his lips.

"Gulp... gulp..."

The warm water slid quickly down his throat, easing the burning dryness. Only then did Su Hui feel alive again.

Once he had recovered a little, Su Hui finally had the leisure to look around the room.

The walls were whitewashed, with a half-height wooden cabinet in the corner. A few ceramic bowls sat on top.

The bed beneath him was made up with soft sheets.

Everything felt utterly unfamiliar.

He even saw appliances that looked like a television and an air conditioner.

This was a thoroughly modern room!

Its style was worlds apart from the outdated decor of the Douluo Continent where he had lived for the past ten years.

Fragments of memory pieced themselves together in his mind.

The golden light when he had risked everything to absorb a Hundred-Year Soul Ring, his Martial Soul's mutation, and someone stabbing him in the kidney...

He tried moving his body, and felt a tight restraint around his lower back.

The pain was gone, but he was still wrapped in layer upon layer of gauze.

Su Hui grumbled inwardly.

Heavens, all I did was absorb a Soul Ring. How did I end up one step from death?

He decided he would never pray to the heavens again.

"Click."

The door suddenly opened.

The black-haired little boy he vaguely remembered came in carrying a porcelain bowl. The sweet aroma of rice porridge wafted from it.

Seeing Su Hui sitting up, the boy's face lit with delight.

"Big brother! You're finally awake! That's wonderful!"

The boy's excited voice rang out, and the bowl in his hands nearly sloshed over.

He set it down and dashed out the door, his footsteps thudding across the floor.

As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, Dad, big brother's awake! Come take a look!"

A short while later, a middle-aged couple, neatly dressed, followed the boy into the room.

The man resembled the boy, with a tall, straight build and gentle features.

The woman had a gentle air about her and carried a medical kit.

"Young man, how are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

The man spoke first, his voice full of genuine concern.

The woman set the medical kit on the table and stepped closer. Her voice was gentle. "Does your lower back still hurt? If you're uncomfortable, you can tell me."

"Ahem."

Su Hui coughed twice to steady himself, then adjusted his position on the bed.

"My injury doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you for your concern."

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Um... may I ask who you are? And what... exactly happened?"

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The couple exchanged a glance.

They hadn't expected Su Hui, the person who had indirectly saved their son, to ask them that.

Could he, like Na'er, have lost his memory?

They collected themselves.

Calmly, they told Su Hui what they had learned from their son about what had happened.

A moment later.

After listening to the couple and the little boy recount everything, Su Hui sat frozen in shock.

The information he had received was simply too startling.

The events themselves were simple.

Some thugs had tried to abduct the girl. The boy had tried to stop them, but Su Hui had suddenly appeared and taken a knife meant for him.

The couple was deeply grateful to Su Hui for indirectly saving their child.

But the crucial thing, to Su Hui, wasn't what had happened. It was the names of these people!

The husband was called Tang Ziran, and his wife was Lang Yue!

The black-haired little boy was their son, named... Tang Wulin!

The silver-haired girl had lost her memory and called herself Na'er!

Lang Yue?

Tang Ziran?

Na'er?

Tang Wulin?

Those names made Su Hui's breath catch for half a beat.

Isn't this the part in Legend of the Dragon King where Tang Wulin finds Na'er being taken away by thugs and brings her home to adopt her?

But... that couldn't be right!

He had clearly been living in Skywater City in the year 2640 of the Douluo Calendar.

That was when Tang San was still studying at Shrek.

It was all the Douluo Continent, sure, but two whole millennia separated them!

Between Douluo Continent 1 and Douluo Continent 3: Legend of the Dragon King, there should at least have been Douluo Continent 2: Peerless Tang Sect!

Su Hui's mind raced.

The only thing that could have sent him two thousand years into the future... seemed to be his Martial Soul!

Could his Martial Soul, the Anywhere Door, really let him travel through time?

He was so caught up trying to make sense of the unbelievable situation that he didn't say a word for a long time.

Beside him, Tang Wulin grew anxious.

A thought nagged at him. Had secretly feeding his blood to big brother really caused something to go wrong with his body?

If so, he would feel so guilty!

"Big brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Wulin leaned toward the bed and asked softly, his voice full of worry.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue exchanged a helpless glance.

Somewhere, Tang Wulin had picked up the idea that "if you lose too much blood, you need a transfusion."

That part wasn't wrong.

But slitting his own hand and feeding Su Hui his blood wasn't a transfusion.

The strangest thing was that Su Hui's wound had really healed quickly.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue had taken the matter very seriously.

They weren't sure whether their son's blood was extraordinary or Su Hui's body simply had a strong ability to heal itself.

Tang Ziran collected himself and asked, "Young man, do you remember who you are? Where your home is? How did you suddenly end up in that alley?"

He and his wife were a little worried about Su Hui's state.

The confusion in his eyes reminded them of Na'er's condition after she had lost her memory.

"I..."

Su Hui came back to himself, his mind racing as he weighed his options.

In this situation, it wouldn't do to say he had come from two thousand years in the past.

Besides, he couldn't just reveal that he could travel through time.

He had no Soul Power, no backing, and was in a completely unfamiliar world two thousand years in the future. He might as well be running around naked.

Na'er's situation showed that these two people were kind.

Why not go along with the memory-loss story?

He composed himself, let just the right amount of confusion enter his voice, and said gravely, "I only know... that my name is Su Hui."

"As for the rest... I can't remember much."

"I only remember everything spinning. When I woke up, I'd been stabbed. Then I blacked out, and when I woke again, I was here."

"Brother Su Hui, you lost your memory too, just like Na'er?"

Tang Wulin blurted out in surprise, gripping the bed's edge as he bounced up.

"Mom, Dad, if that's the case, let Brother Su Hui stay with us too!"

He was overjoyed.

Of course, it wasn't because he was happy that Su Hui had lost his memory.

He was just glad Su Hui could stay with them, like Na'er. That way, he'd have two new playmates at home!

Na'er turned her purple eyes toward Su Hui.

With a hint of hope and curiosity, she asked in her soft voice, "Big brother, do you... have no home either?"

Her little hand unconsciously moved closer to Su Hui's, and a strange sense of closeness welled up inside her.

When she had woken up, her mind had been a blank. She couldn't remember anything.

Now there was someone else who had lost his memory just like her.

The unease that had been weighing on her heart eased somewhat, for no clear reason.

"..."

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue both paused slightly and exchanged another glance.

A little girl who had lost her memory.

And now a boy who had lost his memory, too—one who had saved their son's life.

He looked to be only ten years old. Without his memories, he had nowhere to turn and no one to rely on. It was pitiful.

Besides, he had taken a knife for Wulin. They couldn't leave that kindness unrepaid.

And the boy seemed sensible and steady, not the sort to make trouble.

Keeping him at home would also give Wulin and Na'er some company.

With a tacit exchange of glances, the couple quickly reached a decision.

Lang Yue said, "Since you have nowhere else to go, you can stay with us for now, if you don't mind."

"We're not well-off, but we can certainly manage one more place at the table."

Tang Ziran nodded too, his expression gentle. "That's right. Just focus on recovering here."

"You can think about the rest later, if your memories come back."

"Brother Su Hui, please stay!"

Tang Wulin looked at him with pleading eyes.

"..."

Na'er didn't say anything, but her fixed gaze was full of hope.

With the mood having reached this point, Su Hui naturally couldn't refuse.

He nodded. "Then... I'll trouble you..."

"Wonderful! Mom and Dad are the best! Brother Su Hui can stay!"

Tang Wulin cheered and jumped high into the air.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue smiled with relief.

Na'er took Su Hui's hand of her own accord.

It was soft, with a hint of coolness.

"From now on, we all have a home."

"..."

Seeing how kind everyone was, Su Hui felt somewhat guilty about lying that he had lost his memory.

But he hadn't had a choice.

Perhaps he would have a chance to make it up to them in the future.

"Wait... this world is the future. Can I still go back?"

Su Hui couldn't help wondering.