Not, Bro, Which Era of the Dragon King Are You Fucking In?

In the Sun Moon Federation, Proud Arrival City, inside a simple yet tidy apartment.

Lin Nuo stood on tiptoe, gazing at the youthful face in the dressing mirror—a boy of about six years old, his features still carrying a hint of baby fat.

A sensation both familiar and strange traveled through his fingertips; he raised a hand to touch his own child-like cheek, falling into a brief daze: "Did I... transmigrate?"

The next second, a surge of memories flooded his mind like a bursting dam. The rules of a strange world and its history washed over his consciousness, causing a splitting headache.

A moment later, Lin Nuo steadied himself against the mirror. The confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by incredulous shock.

He had transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, but specifically the most unique era: the Legend of the Dragon King. The God Realm had vanished ten thousand years ago, and the former Sun Moon Empire had long since unified the entire Douluo Continent, evolving into the current Sun Moon Federation.

Soul Tools had reached their peak here, utilized by every household, and were even racing toward a near-uncontrollable trajectory that threatened to surpass Soul Masters themselves. The status of Soul Masters was quietly declining.

Before Lin Nuo could digest this earth-shattering information, a violent wave of dizziness struck his brain. The scene before him twisted and blurred rapidly, and in the next second, he plunged into total darkness.

"No way... I just got here, surely I don't have to transmigrate again?" This was the last thought that flashed through Lin Nuo's mind before he lost consciousness, and then he fell into complete silence.

He did not know how much time had passed when Lin Nuo slowly opened his eyes. What met his gaze was not the ceiling of the apartment, but a chaotic, hazy space.

In the center of this space, six ancient and majestic thrones were arranged neatly, emitting a faint glimmer.

Before him, five figures identical to himself stood quietly. Some stood, some leaned, their expressions varied, yet they all possessed the same brows and eyes as his own.

Lin Nuo rubbed his throbbing temples as countless fragmented memories gradually pieced themselves together. A moment later, he finally understood the situation: these five figures were actually products of his soul being split.

They had each inherited one of the five core authorities of his soul: Wisdom, Power, Right and Wrong, Life, and Fate. He himself, as the main soul, had inherited the most special authority: Time.

It was precisely because of the awakening of the Time authority that these five soul fragments had been inadvertently sent to different eras of the Douluo Continent. Now, it was the power of the Time authority that had gathered them back into this soul space.

After clarifying the cause, Lin Nuo snapped his fingers, the crisp sound echoing through the empty space.

The next second, the five previously silent figures opened their eyes. The confusion in their gazes faded quickly, replaced by a clarity similar to Lin Nuo's.

The five figures looked at each other. Without the need for many words, the bond deep within their souls allowed them to instantly understand their situation.

A moment later, the figure who inherited the authority of Right and Wrong spoke first. His tone carried a hint of probing, yet also a touch of certainty. He looked at Lin Nuo and asked, "In other words, we are all soul fragments you split off, inheriting authorities you cannot yet fully control, right?"

The youth who spoke had a coldness between his brows and was surrounded by a faint aura of righteousness, quite different from Lin Nuo's casual nature. He was Lin Xiu, who inherited the authority of Right and Wrong.

Lin Nuo nodded, his expression turning serious. He scanned the five figures before him and asked, "That's about it. Since everyone is awake, I want to ask: which era of the Douluo Continent is each of you in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure exuding a massive aura of power stepped forward. It was Lin Yan, who inherited the authority of Power: "I am in the era of Tang San, the very beginning of the Douluo Continent."

As soon as he finished, a youth standing to the side, whose eyes held a hint of intelligence and agility, took over. His tone was calm but could not hide the sharpness in his eyes; it was Lin Tian, who inherited the authority of Wisdom: "Like Lin Yan, I am also in the era of Tang San."

Hearing this, Lin Nuo couldn't help but show a look of envy, his tone full of longing: "You two were born in the best era."

He knew all too well what the era of Tang San meant. It was the most glorious era of the Douluo Continent, filled with the most opportunities: the precious immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the soul beasts and soul rings found everywhere, and even the supreme God positions. With enough strength and luck, anyone had a chance to strive for them. It was the era every transmigrator dreamed of, and the best Douluo era.

Lin Tian and Lin Yan nodded in unison, their faces showing a hint of agreement.

After the envy passed, Lin Nuo's gaze turned to the other two figures: Lin Rui, who inherited the authority of Life, had gentle features and was surrounded by a faint aura of vitality; Lin Fan, who inherited the authority of Fate, had a calm expression, his eyes seemingly hiding endless stars.

The two looked at each other and spoke one after another.

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

"I am also in the Peerless Tang Sect era, but in the Sun Moon Empire."

After hearing them, Lin Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, his tone carrying a hint of fortune: "It's a good thing you aren't in Shrek or the Tang Sect. Otherwise, I'd really be afraid you two would get brainwashed and end up working against me."

Lin Rui: "..."

Lin Fan: "..."

Both of them wore speechless expressions, silently complaining in their hearts: No, main body, how little do you think of your own soul?

Even if we are soul fragments, we wouldn't be that easily brainwashed, right?

But upon reflection, they had not yet fully awakened the main body's memories and were merely incomplete soul fragments. If they stayed in a place with such strong convictions like Shrek or the Tang Sect for a long time, it was truly possible they could be subtly influenced and eventually "brainwashed."

Thinking of this, the two fell silent, and the speechlessness on their faces gradually turned into a hint of agreement.

Lin Nuo ignored their complex gazes and turned his attention to the last one, Lin Xiu, who inherited the authority of Right and Wrong.

For some reason, he always felt an exceptionally strong bond with Lin Xiu, closer than with the other four.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing: "What about you? You didn't end up in the Ultimate Douluo era, did you?"

"..." Lin Xiu was silent for a moment after hearing this. He spoke slowly, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Unfortunately, it's not as you imagined. I am currently in the Legend of the Dragon King era as well."

"What?!" Lin Nuo's eyes lit up, his tone becoming instantly excited. He leaned forward two steps and asked, "Where are you?"

Lin Xiu answered truthfully: "The place I am in should be the Holy Spirit Cult, but the location is a bit different from what I expected."

"How is it different?" Lin Nuo asked immediately.

"It seems there is no Underworld Emperor here." As soon as Lin Xiu said this, the smile on Lin Nuo's face instantly stiffened.

A question mark popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask: "No, buddy, which part of the Legend of the Dragon King are you even in?"