What Was the First Thing He Said After Hatching? "Dad"?

Yu Chen's mind was a complete mess. I could accept transmigrating. I could accept becoming a rich second-generation heir. I could even endure becoming trash. But how did I end up... as a clawed lizard? A legendary dragon, no less?

Before he could recover from the enormous gap between his expectations and reality, an oppressive aura that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul instantly enveloped his entire body.

He instinctively raised his head.

Directly before him lay a colossal dragon beyond imagination.

The dragon stretched a hundred zhang long, its entire body covered in golden scales. Every scale seemed engraved with the inscriptions of the Great Dao, radiating a terrifying aura that made it hard to breathe. Those dragon eyes, even larger than the stars, looked down upon him from above.

In that instant, Yu Chen instinctively felt fear and wanted to retreat. But immediately afterward, a warm and majestic current surged from the depths of his bloodline, instantly soothing his panic.

The feeling was incomparably familiar, as if that creature was the source of his life.

"Is this... my father in this life?"

The thought flashed through Yu Chen's mind, and then the inherited memories within his bloodline flooded in like a tidal wave, automatically answering his doubts.

This terrifying giant beast before him was none other than the pinnacle of the Dragon Clan—the Golden Dragon King!

"Holy shit! The Golden Dragon King?!"

Yu Chen nearly lost it and cursed directly in his mind. Doesn't that mean... this is the God Realm of Douluo Continent? I reincarnated straight into the Divine Forbidden Land? And my dad is that unlucky Golden Dragon King whom Tang San screwed over so badly?

That realization instantly sent cold sweat pouring down his back.

Having read the original work, he knew the current situation far too well. The Golden Dragon King was trapped within the Divine Forbidden Land, a victim of that "Ten-Thousand-Year Grand Plan." And now that he had been born, didn't that mean he had gone from the beginner's village straight into hell difficulty?

Yet amid his shock, Yu Chen looked at the imposing giant before him, and an extremely inappropriate question suddenly popped into his mind. It lodged in his throat, demanding to be spoken.

He raised his head, blinked his innocent dragon eyes, and asked tremblingly in a childish dragon tongue—though he did not realize it himself:

"Um... Dad? This might be a little awkward, but aren't you... male? How could you... have a child?"

It truly was a biological mystery. Though he had heard of asexual reproduction in myths, seeing it with his own eyes still made his worldview collapse.

Hearing that childish and somewhat bewildered question, the corner of the Golden Dragon King's dignified dragon face twitched slightly.

"..."

This brat's first words after being born were actually that?

The Golden Dragon King snorted out two streams of white vapor, blasting Yu Chen right in the face. "You think I wanted this? This is the all-purpose application of divine power! Creating you took a hell of a lot out of me! Enough nonsense. Come over and call me Dad!"

The Golden Dragon King looked at the little fellow before him, no bigger than a puppy and currently staring blankly at his own claws. His enormous dragon eyes narrowed slightly as his divine sense silently swept across the young dragon's body.

A moment later, a fairly satisfied expression appeared on his dignified dragon face. He exhaled a warm stream of air through his nostrils and commented with a hint of arrogance:

"Mm... passable. Barely acceptable."

"You were born with the cultivation standard of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Although you did not inherit the peak strength of my prime, you at least look somewhat presentable."

The moment Yu Chen heard that, he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Passable? Barely acceptable?

Brother, wake up! This was a hundred thousand years! On Douluo Continent, that made one an overlord of an entire region, an existence capable of causing earthquakes with a stomp. If he casually went for a stroll, even a Titled Douluo would have to take a detour around him.

Yet to him, it was merely "somewhat presentable"?

This God King-level humblebrag was truly hard to stomach.

Yu Chen complained wildly in his heart, but his body was very honest. He could clearly feel that his tiny body seemed to contain a miniature nuclear bomb. Golden blood surged through his veins, and every inch of muscle brimmed with explosive power. This sensation made him feel that he could shatter a massive boulder with one swing of his tail.

"However..."

The Golden Dragon King changed the subject. His enormous dragon head lowered toward Yu Chen, and the pressure made Yu Chen involuntarily shrink his neck.

"Though you have strength, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has merely taken its first step toward maturity. The outside world is dangerous, especially those hypocritical gods. Every last one of them is more sinister than the next."

The Golden Dragon King spoke earnestly to Yu Chen, his eyes carrying the weathered look of a father burdened by life. At the same time, he naturally took the opportunity to instill hatred toward the God Realm into Yu Chen.

"You brat, remember this. Don't think your starting point is high just because of what you have now. Compared to those cheaters, we still need to be careful. Especially anyone surnamed Tang. See that? They're the mortal enemies of our Dragon Clan. In the future, if you see one, trick him whenever you can. Never show mercy."

Yu Chen froze for a moment as he watched the Golden Dragon King earnestly trying to "teach" him, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Why does this plot feel a little like an old father teaching his son how to become a qualified villain?

And that final line—"trick him whenever you can"—somehow made the whole tone feel completely wrong!

Wasn't this supposed to be the majestic dragon god I imagined? Why does he feel more like a seasoned old hand who has suffered too many losses?

"Dad, um... is that person surnamed Tang very strong?"

Yu Chen blinked and asked tentatively.

If my guess is right, the one surnamed Tang must be Tang San. The Tang Buddha.

"Strong? Strong my ass!"

The moment the Golden Dragon King heard that, he instantly flared up. His tail violently lashed through the void, triggering intense spatial tremors. "He only relies on those lousy laws of the God Realm Committee, plus that lousy Asura Sword! If I recovered my strength at my peak, I could tear their lousy God Realm in half with a single claw!"

"Ahem... of course, we are still in our growth phase. As I said, if a problem can be solved with schemes, don't use force. This is for the sake of preserving our strength."

The Golden Dragon King swiftly reined in his rage and returned to the appearance of a profound "wise man," waving a claw at Yu Chen.

"Enough nonsense. Since you've been born, I need to give you a name."

"What do you want to be called? Something like 'Tyrant Heaven' or 'Destroy Earth' is too tacky. Our Dragon Clan needs a cultured name."

Yu Chen had just opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the Golden Dragon King made the decision on his own.

"You'll be called Yu Chen. It sounds somewhat like the stars in the sky, and it has a scholarly touch to it. Suitable for... cough, suitable for approaching the target."

Yu Chen: "..."

He suddenly felt that this adoptive father of his might be even more unreliable than he had imagined.

But no matter what, he, Yu Chen, had transmigrated into a golden dragon with the cultivation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—and ended up with the Golden Dragon King as his father, a man who might have the air of a somewhat middle-aged dad but possessed overwhelmingly terrifying combat power.