I Am Dai Mubai

Comrades, I transmigrated, but I don't even have a system. How embarrassing!

At this moment, in the Rose Hotel in Suotuo City, Balak Kingdom, Heaven Dou Empire.

In a luxurious suite on the top floor, the air was thick with suggestive tension. Silk sheets lay scattered across the floor beside overturned wine glasses.

The entire room was a complete mess. It was obvious that it had just endured an earth-shattering "battle."

Two women curled up in the corner of the bed, their clothes disheveled and faces deathly pale. Bright red lipstick still stained their lips, but deep fear showed in their eyes.

"Young Master Dai... Young Master Dai, wake up!"

One of the women called out in a trembling voice. She extended her violently shaking fingers toward the golden-haired youth's nostrils. The instant she felt no breath, she jerked her fingers back.

"Someone help! Somebody, hurry!"

The youth lay on his back atop the bed, his golden hair messily spread across the pillow. His eyes were wide open, his pupils unfocused, and white foam still hung from the corners of his mouth.

This person was none other than the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, Dai Mubai—the third prince of the Star Luo Empire and the most flamboyant student in Shrek Academy.

Just moments ago, after indulging in extreme pleasure, Dai Mubai had suffered a sudden bout of sexual overexertion and was already on the verge of death.

"What do we do...? If Young Master Dai dies here, we... our entire family will be buried with him..."

Tears rolled down the cheeks of the woman who had spoken first, but she did not dare make a sound.

"Shut up!" The other woman forced herself to remain calm as she fumbled with her sash. "Leave now. Pretend we were never here and don't know anything!"

Before she could finish speaking,

a bolt of purple lightning suddenly flashed outside the window. Thunder rolled across the sky above Suotuo City, making their eardrums buzz.

But in the next instant, Dai Mubai suddenly sat bolt upright in bed.

"Cough... cough, cough!"

Dai Mubai coughed violently, like a drowning man finally dragged out of the water. His unfocused pupils rapidly contracted before finally focusing into a pair of clear eyes.

He looked around in bewilderment.

Silk bedding, a crystal chandelier, the suggestive fragrance in the air, and the scratch marks remaining on his chest.

"What happened? Where is this? Wasn't I... rescuing someone?"

Then, a sharp pain exploded in his head as two streams of memories surged into his mind.

Moments earlier, Dai Mubai had been a firefighter in a small southern city on Blue Star, having transferred into the profession after retiring from the military. He had no bad habits whatsoever.

A once-in-a-century flood had submerged the town where he lived.

While evacuating the civilians, Dai Mubai saw a child struggling in the raging current.

As an honorable disaster-relief worker, Dai Mubai had leaped in without hesitation. He supported the child's small body and pushed it toward the shore with all his strength.

Just as the child was being pulled onto the bank, a huge wave swept a fallen tree into Dai Mubai's head.

Dizziness. Suffocation. A whirlpool. Darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on this bed.

Immediately afterward, another long stream of memories—the original owner's—slowly surfaced in his mind.

The cold palace walls of the Star Luo Royal Family, the attention of countless people when the White Tiger Martial Soul awakened, the life-or-death competition between brothers, the frantic escape from the Star Luo Empire... In the end, he had settled in a place called "Suotuo City" and entered an academy called "Shrek."

"I... became Dai Mubai?"

He lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were slender, powerful, and sharply jointed, with fair skin.

These were not the hands he had once possessed, hands covered in calluses from frequent training.

Dai Mubai fell into a daze.

Seeing him "rise from the dead," the two women froze at first. Then delight appeared on their faces, mixed with a trace of greed born from surviving a disaster.

"Young, Young Master Dai? You... you're all right? Should we... continue?"

One of them asked tentatively, her tone containing both lingering fear and reluctance to give up this money tree.

Dai Mubai rubbed his temples as the original owner's memories continued charging wildly through his mind.

He remembered.

He had won a match at the Soul Arena tonight and was in high spirits, so he had come to Rose Hotel to "save two fallen maidens," but it turned out this body seemed to have gotten a bit too excited.

"I'm fine." Dai Mubai replied hoarsely. He grabbed a bag of Gold Soul Coins from beside the bed and tossed it over. "That's enough for tonight. You two can leave."

The two women caught the money bag and looked as though they had been granted amnesty. They hurriedly put on their clothes and scrambled out of the room.

At last, the room fell silent. Only then did Dai Mubai realize that he was completely naked.

He lowered his head and examined his new body, raising an eyebrow.

Hmm?! Not bad equipment! Very good indeed!

Dai Mubai smiled, rose, and entered the bathroom to wash this newly acquired body.

He walked over to the mirror and looked at the youth reflected within.

His golden hair fell to his shoulders, and he was already close to 1.8 meters tall. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the sharpness characteristic of a beast martial soul between his brows.

Under the lights, his Evil Eyes glimmered with a faint golden sheen. The White Tiger's wildness and the nobility of royalty had fused together in a strange harmony.

After dressing neatly, Dai Mubai sat alone on the sofa and gazed at the deep night outside the window, beginning to digest this absurd situation.

Douluo Continent.

He had not been unfamiliar with this world in his previous life. He had watched the anime several times and heard plenty of fanfiction about it. He could say that he knew the plot by heart.

The current timeline was just after he had arrived in Suotuo City and enrolled in Shrek Academy, three years before Tang San's arrival.

And his identity was actually Dai Mubai, the captain of the Original Shrek Seven Monsters.

This identity was quite excellent.

Even Tang San, the chosen son of destiny, had to respectfully call him "Boss Dai" before rising to prominence.

It was only later, after Tang San became powerful, that "Boss Dai" changed into "Mubai."

There was nothing he could do. When one's strength was inferior to another's, respect was built upon strength.

Dai Mubai sighed softly.

Objectively speaking, this body's talent was exceptionally high.

He possessed the top-tier beast martial soul, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, along with Innate Soul Power at rank nine—only one step away from Innate Full Soul Power.

If he did nothing and simply held tightly to Tang San's coattails, he could still obtain immortal herbs in the future, enjoy beautiful women in his arms and the blessings of having multiple wives, inherit the God of War Godhood, and reach the peak of life.

The price would be serving the Tang Family as a dog for generations to come. Especially ten thousand years later, when Tang San trained his descendant Huo Yuhao, it was practically the same as training a dog.

Dai Mubai recalled those events, and his knuckles tightened unconsciously.

Moreover, as an outsider, he, like most people, felt that Tang San's actions were incredibly hypocritical.

The line "I only kill evil soul beasts" was downright laughable.

When he was weak, it was "I'll atone for my father's sins." Once he grew powerful, it became "What crime has my father committed?"

He came from a sect that made its living through assassination and sneak attacks, yet he always claimed to be upright and aboveboard.

...And there was so much more!

In the end, Douluo Continent became the Tang Family Continent, and the divine realm became the Tang Family Divine Realm.

Actually, wanting power was not a problem. The problem was that after doing it, he still had to keep proclaiming his own purity and righteousness.

And buried even deeper within Dai Mubai's memories was a cold terror.

His elder brother Dai Weisi's relentless pressure, the overt and covert attacks in court, the brutal competition within the Star Luo Royal Family—losers would have their cultivation crippled and be imprisoned for life.

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai slowly clenched his fists. His knuckles turned white from the force as he muttered under his breath,

"Since I've been given a second life, why should I still be content to remain beneath others?"

"Tang San, in the original story, you treated Dai Mubai well and even gave him an immortal herb. But what does that have to do with me?"

"In this life, I want to improve too badly. All I can say is... I'm sorry."

He stood and walked to the window, the glint in his eyes gradually sharpening.

"I, Dai Mubai, will never be a slave!"