Bai Mo and Na'er

On the Douluo Continent, in the northern reaches of the Heaven Dou Empire, wind and snow were the eternal theme.

The biting gale, like a tireless beast, tore at the bare branches of the Icebound Forest all year round, howling like ghosts in the night.

At the edge of this white land of death stood a village called Blackstone Village.

The village was small, its houses built from black stone found in the nearby mountains, squatting heavily in the snow.

In the village's most remote corner stood a thatched hut utterly out of place among the surrounding stone houses, trembling alone in the wind.

Inside, Bai Mo abruptly sat upright in bed.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, as though it were trying to break free from the cage of his ribs.

He gasped for breath. The air was cold and thin, stabbing painfully into his lungs.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, slid down his pale cheeks, and dripped onto the worn bedding, spreading into a small dark stain.

"Brother, did you have another nightmare?"

The faint movement woke the white-haired girl sleeping beside him.

She looked no older than five or six. Rubbing her drowsy eyes, she sat up.

Her voice was soft, still heavy with sleep.

The girl pulled a neatly folded, washed-out cloth from beneath her pillow, carefully leaned over, and gently wiped the cold sweat from Bai Mo's forehead.

The cloth was somewhat rough and uncomfortable against his skin, but Bai Mo did not move.

"Brother, are you all right?"

She asked again. Her purple eyes seemed veiled in mist in the dim light, filled with worry.

"I'm fine, Na'er. Brother is fine."

Bai Mo's voice was slightly hoarse. He raised a hand and reassuringly patted his sister's frail back. Through her thin clothes, he could clearly feel her protruding shoulder blades.

"Fufu."

A soft cry came from the little nest beside the bed, made from old clothes.

A small beast covered in smooth golden fur had awakened. It yawned, revealing a pink tongue.

It was only the size of a puppy, with a distinct vertical reddish-gold mark between its brows that made it resemble a majestic yet miniature lion cub.

The little beast stretched lazily, extending all four limbs, then sprang from its nest. Silent and nimble, it landed precisely on the wooden bed, dove into Na'er's arms, and eagerly licked her cheeks with its tiny tongue.

"Ha ha ha, Fufu, stop it! That tickles."

Tickled by the licking, Na'er burst into giggles, clutching Fufu as she rolled across the bed to dodge it.

The girl's clear laughter and the little beast's playful antics brought a little more life to the shabby hut.

Bai Mo covered his still-throbbing temple and quietly watched the scene before him.

The pain and sorrow brought by the nightmare were gradually dispelled by Na'er's laughter.

A warmth called peace slowly rose in his heart.

"Brother, watch Fufu. Na'er is going to make breakfast for you two."

After they finished playing, Na'er solemnly stuffed Fufu into Bai Mo's arms. Then, like a little adult, she swiftly put on her old clothes, which were patched in several places, climbed out of bed, and headed toward the corner of the room.

Fufu was surprisingly quiet and docile in Bai Mo's arms, merely watching him silently with its golden eyes.

Bai Mo stroked its smooth fur again and again, but his gaze followed Na'er's small figure.

First, she struggled to drag over a little stool that was nearly falling apart, climbed onto it unsteadily, and used a wooden ladle to scoop water from the half-full water jar.

Then, she squatted on the ground and carefully rinsed the few grains of rice in the bowl with her little hands, reddened by the cold.

Next, she skillfully lit dry grass and firewood in the crude stove, then set a chipped porcelain pot over the flames to cook porridge.

Every movement was orderly and practiced, practiced enough to make one's heart ache.

Watching all this, Bai Mo's thoughts drifted away.

He was a transmigrator from an azure planet called Earth, not a native of this world.

The beginning of his memories was waking up in the vast snowy fields outside Blackstone Village.

For some unknown reason, his body had shrunk to that of a child around four years old. The bone-splitting cold of the northern frontier had nearly killed him the instant he awoke.

It was the kind villagers of Blackstone Village who found and saved him.

Those simple, honest people not only gave him food and warmth, but also worked together to build this thatched hut for him, giving him a home that sheltered him from the wind and rain in this familiar world called the Douluo Continent.

Yes, this was the Douluo Continent.

A novel world that had existed only in the memories of his previous life.

And Na'er was someone he had found half a year after arriving in this world, while gathering wild vegetables in the woods outside the village.

When this girl, who also had white hair and impossibly beautiful purple eyes, and who called herself Na'er, told him that she had lost all her memories, a monstrous wave rose in Bai Mo's heart.

White hair, purple eyes, Na'er... Put those key fragments together, and they pointed to an incomparably noble, incomparably powerful existence from his memories.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down and convinced himself that it was merely a coincidence.

Because according to the "plot" he knew, that existence absolutely should not have appeared here at this point in time, in this manner.

That was right. Through his interactions with the villagers, he had already made a preliminary determination of which timeline this Douluo Continent belonged to.

The names the villagers mentioned most often were Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire, and the Star Luo Empire. This confirmed for Bai Mo that he had arrived in the timeline of the first part of Douluo Continent. After all, Spirit Hall still existed. He simply could not yet determine the exact time.

He also did not know whether Tang San had transmigrated here yet.

As for Fufu, Na'er had picked it up outside on a snowy day.

Because its cry sounded very much like "Fufu," Bai Mo named it Fufu after checking and confirming that it was female.

Of course, in order to confirm its sex, his face had been viciously scratched with several claw marks.

It was then that the blood he shed allowed him to discover the first, and strangest, abnormality of this body.

His blood was golden—golden like molten gold, dazzling and viscous, radiating faint warmth.

He could be one hundred percent certain that he had transmigrated with his body, rather than possessing some unfortunate person's body after his soul crossed over.

The palm-sized burn scar on his right buttock, left from when he had been fooling around with the neighbor's children as a child and sat right into a pot of boiling food, as well as the unique crescent-shaped birthmark on the inside of his left wrist, were both still clearly there.

These were irrefutable proof that this body was his own.

Yet this body had indeed undergone earth-shaking changes.

He touched his smooth white hair and recalled the pair of golden eyes, as though cast from pure gold, that he had seen reflected in a basin of water.

With his white hair and golden eyes, standing beside Na'er with her white hair and purple eyes, anyone who saw them would take them for a pair of pitiful biological siblings.