Not Bro, What the Hell Era of the Dragon King Are You In?

The Sun Moon Federation, Aolai City. Inside a modest but tidy apartment.

Lin Nuo stood on tiptoe, gazing at his tender face in the full-length mirror. He looked about six, with a hint of baby fat still lingering around his eyes and cheeks.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sensation traveled through his fingertips. He raised a hand and touched his childish cheek, briefly losing himself in a daze. "Did I... transmigrate?"

The next second, a torrent of memories burst into his mind like floodwaters breaking through a dam. The rules and history of a strange world swept across his consciousness, and his head throbbed as if it would split open.

After a moment, Lin Nuo steadied himself against the mirror. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by sheer disbelief.

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, but to the most unusual era of the Legend of the Dragon King. The Divine Realm had vanished ten thousand years ago, and the former Sun Moon Empire had long since unified the entire Douluo Continent, evolving into the Sun Moon Federation of today.

Soul Tools had reached their pinnacle here. Every household had some familiarity with them, and their development was racing toward a direction that surpassed Soul Masters themselves and was nearly impossible to control. Meanwhile, Soul Masters were quietly losing their status.

Before Lin Nuo could absorb this earth-shattering news, a violent dizziness suddenly struck. The scene before his eyes twisted and blurred, then plunged into darkness the next second.

Seriously...? I just transmigrated. Surely I'm not about to transmigrate again? That was Lin Nuo's final thought before he lost consciousness. Then all went silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Nuo slowly opened his eyes. Instead of the apartment ceiling, he saw a hazy, chaotic space.

At the center of this space stood six ancient, imposing thrones in a neat row, glowing faintly.

Before him stood five figures who looked exactly like him. Some stood, some leaned against things. Their expressions differed, but their features were unmistakably his.

Lin Nuo rubbed his aching forehead as countless fragmented memories gradually came together. After a moment, he finally pieced together what was happening. These five figures were all the result of his soul being split apart.

Each had inherited one of the five most central authorities within his soul: Wisdom, Strength, Right and Wrong, Life, and Fate. As the main soul, he himself had inherited the most unusual one—the Authority of Time.

It was the awakening of the Authority of Time that had inadvertently sent these five fragments to different eras of the Douluo Continent. Now, the power of the Authority of Time had brought them back together in this soul space.

Once he understood what had happened, Lin Nuo raised a hand and snapped his fingers. The crisp sound echoed through the empty space.

The next second, the five figures, who had been silent until then, opened their eyes. The confusion in them quickly faded, replaced by a clarity much like Lin Nuo's own.

The five exchanged glances. They needed no words; the bond deep in their souls let them understand their situation at once.

After a moment, the figure who had inherited the Authority of Right and Wrong spoke first. He looked at Lin Nuo, his tone tentative but certain. "So, we're all fragments of your soul, and each of us inherited an authority you still can't fully control, right?"

The boy who spoke had a cool look about him, and an air of righteousness surrounded him. He was utterly unlike Lin Nuo, who was more easygoing. He was Lin Xiu, the one who had inherited the Authority of Right and Wrong.

Lin Nuo nodded, his expression growing serious. He swept his gaze across the five figures before him and asked, "That's more or less how it is.

"Now that everyone's awake, I want to ask: which era of the Douluo Continent are each of you in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure radiating immense strength stepped forward. It was Lin Yan, who had inherited the Authority of Strength. "I'm in Tang San's era, the earliest era of the Douluo Continent."

As he finished, a boy standing nearby, whose eyes held a hint of cleverness and liveliness, picked up the conversation. His tone was calm, but his gaze was sharp. He was Lin Tian, who had inherited the Authority of Wisdom. "I'm in Tang San's era too, same as Lin Yan."

Hearing that, Lin Nuo couldn't help looking envious. His voice brimmed with longing. "You two really were born into the best era."

He knew exactly what Tang San's era meant. It was the most glorious era on the Douluo Continent, brimming with opportunities. The rare Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Soul Beasts and Soul Rings everywhere, even the supreme Godhood—anyone with enough strength and luck could fight for them. It was the era every transmigrator dreamed of, the best era of the Douluo Continent.

Lin Tian and Lin Yan nodded in unison, both looking a little pleased.

Once his envy had passed, Lin Nuo turned his gaze to the two figures on the other side. Lin Rui, who had inherited the Authority of Life, had gentle features, with a faint vitality surrounding him. Lin Fan, who had inherited the Authority of Fate, looked calm, his eyes seeming to conceal endless stars.

The two exchanged glances, then spoke one after the other.

"I'm in the Peerless Tang Sect era, currently in the Heaven Dou Empire. I'm so hungry~"

"I'm in the Peerless Tang Sect era too, but in the Sun Moon Empire."

After hearing them, Lin Nuo visibly relaxed. His voice held a hint of relief. "Good thing neither of you is in Shrek or the Tang Sect. Otherwise, I'd be worried you'd get brainwashed and turn against me."

Lin Rui: "..."

Lin Fan: "..."

Both wore bemused expressions, silently grumbling to themselves: Seriously, main body, how little faith do you have in your own soul?

Even as fragments of your soul, would we really be that easy to brainwash?

But then they thought it over. They hadn't fully awakened the main body's memories yet; they were only fragments of a damaged soul. If they spent a long time in a place like Shrek or the Tang Sect, with such fervent beliefs, they might indeed be gradually influenced and eventually "brainwashed."

Thinking that, the two fell silent again, their bemusement gradually giving way to agreement.

Lin Nuo ignored their complicated looks and turned to the last one, Lin Xiu, who had inherited the Authority of Right and Wrong.

For some reason, he felt an especially strong bond between himself and Lin Xiu, stronger than the bond he shared with the other four.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "What about you? Don't tell me you ended up in the Ultimate Douluo era?"

"..." Lin Xiu fell silent for a moment before answering with a trace of helplessness. "Sorry to disappoint you, but it's not what you thought. I'm in the Dragon King era too."

"What?!" Lin Nuo's eyes lit up. He hurried two steps forward, suddenly excited. "Where are you?"

Lin Xiu answered honestly. "I seem to be in the Holy Spirit Cult, though the place is a little different from what I expected."

"How is it different?" Lin Nuo asked at once.

"It seems there's no Underworld Emperor where I am." As soon as Lin Xiu said this, Lin Nuo's smile froze.

A question mark popped into his mind. He couldn't help asking, "Bro, what the hell era of the Dragon King are you in?"