Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 777 I, Gu Yuena, have always had a dream

Inside the cozy little shop.

"Waaaah~ When I first entered the academy and met Sister Xinglan, I... I became hopelessly infatuated with her."

Xu Lizhi sat by the window, with a high pile of empty bowls on the table in front of him. He wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and spoke in a choked voice, his voice thick with nasal tone.

"Even though I knew from the beginning that it might just be wishful thinking on my part, I still couldn't help wanting to stay by her side, to see her smile, and to stand up for her when she needed me..."

He picked up a bowl of freshly filled mung bean soup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The cool, sweet taste slid down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the bitterness surging in his heart.

"When Sister Xinglan accepted my confession, I knew in my heart that she might just be... just pitying me, feeling sorry for my appearance. But even so, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night, feeling like the happiest person in the world."

At this point, Xu Lizhi's voice suddenly rose, tinged with excitement, before quickly dropping again, "So I've been training relentlessly, working harder than anyone else, just wanting to become stronger, stronger still, so that one day she can truly see me and look at me with new respect..."

"But, but... Waaaaah~"

At this point, all her strength crumbled. Xu Lizhi slumped onto the table, her shoulders trembling violently, and scalding tears streamed down her round, fleshy face, hitting the edge of the empty bowl with a soft, shaky sound.

He grabbed a bowl of mung bean soup from the side and practically poured it into his mouth, as if he wanted to swallow all his grievances and resentment at the same time.

With his broad, calloused hands and robust physique, he actually finished a bowl full of mung bean soup in just one sip.

"I know... I know it's not Xinglan's fault. After all, with my body type, not many girls would like me..."

Xu Lizhi sniffed, trying to calm her voice, but before she could finish speaking, tears welled up again. "But, I really... really like her so much... Waaah~"

The dessert shop owner sitting opposite him put down his ledger, reached out and gently patted his shoulder, the warmth of his palm carrying a steady strength.

"Feelings are something you can never force."

The boss adjusted his monocle on his right eye and said in a gentle tone, "At least that girl named Xinglan didn't drag you along or keep you hanging on. Instead, she spoke frankly. That kind of honesty is actually quite rare."

"But, but..." Xu Lizhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but a sob got stuck in his throat, and in the end it only turned into a heavy nasal sound.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore." The boss smiled, picked up a bowl of mung bean soup that had just been served and handed it over, his tone light and cheerful. "Eat more, swallow all those sad things and let them digest with the delicious food, then you won't feel so bad."

"Boss, you're such a kind person." Xu Lizhi took the bowl, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice thick with nasal tone, yet filled with genuine warmth.

"You're welcome, boss..."

"I would be even more touched if you could stop handing me mung bean soup while secretly keeping track of my expenses."

Xu Lizhi sniffed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the boss's hand under the table, which was rapidly pressing the calculator. His tone was a mix of amusement and exasperation.

"Hey, young man, you can't say that." The shopkeeper paused, then raised his head confidently and waved the calculator in his hand. "Even close brothers have to keep clear accounts. I can't do business at a loss with my small business."

As he spoke, he frantically operated the cash register, the numbers on the screen constantly changing. "Look, he's already eaten over four hundred servings of mung bean soup. Young man, you've really broken our store's record. You're a living advertisement for this store."

Xu Lizhi looked at the ever-increasing number, then at the mountain of empty bowls on the table, and suddenly felt that the sadness in his heart had indeed been diluted a little.

I don't know if it's because they're worried about the money, or something else.

……

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound echoed in that secluded room of the Mingdu Gymnasium, carrying an indescribable rhythm.

At this moment, Gu Yuena had removed all her restraints and was completely honest with Nan Fusheng.

The gentle light fell on her, illuminating her delicate and lustrous skin, which was as smooth as mutton fat jade, giving it a faint glow. Every line of her body was like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist, combining strength and grace.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to move?"

She looked down at Nan Fusheng, who was pinned beneath her, his face showing a mixture of humiliation and helplessness. A playful smile curled at the corner of her lips, her tone laced with unmistakable provocation. That smile was like a fleeting ephemera blooming quietly in the dark, both alluring and possessing an irresistible strength.

Although Gu Yue and Na'er were originally one, sharing half of the Silver Dragon King's power, they were completely different in personality.

Although Na'er's personality has a touch of childlike mischief, the gentleness and purity in her eyes when facing those close to her can easily melt people's hearts.

Gu Yue, on the other hand, is completely different. Her personality exudes an innate strength, as if she was born to be in control. She is used to having everything firmly in her grasp and will not allow any deviation from the predetermined path.

The title "Silver Dragon King" seems to be a tailor-made description for them—Gu Yue's personality leans more towards the majesty and decisiveness of a "Dragon King," while Na'er embodies the agility and gentleness of a "Silver Dragon."

Therefore, even in such an intimate moment, Gu Yue never considered showing weakness. Simply put, she enjoyed this feeling of being in control, like a chess player wielding the board, where every move was under her control.

She slightly raised her pert buttocks, then slowly lowered them, gently rubbing them a few times, feeling the fullness of the touch, and an indescribable thrill spread from the bottom of her heart.

A natural blush appeared on Gu Yuena's cheeks, like fine rouge spreading out. Her originally clear eyes were also veiled with a misty haze, and her purple eyes seemed to twinkle with starlight.

In a daze, a thought popped into my head uncontrollably—I, Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, have always had a dream, which is to become a superstar of soul beasts… Ugh!
Her thoughts suddenly returned, and Gu Yuena silently cursed herself for being momentarily influenced by Na'er's whimsical ideas.

She steadied herself and refocused on her deepest conviction:
I, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena, have always had two dreams. First, to lead the soul beast race to overthrow human society. Second, to revive the entire dragon race and let its former glory bloom again on this continent.

The first objective, the plan to overthrow human society, has now made significant progress.

Gu Yuena looked down at Nan Fusheng beneath her, a hint of undisguised pride flashing in her eyes. The man before her was no ordinary person; he was a member of the upper echelons of human society, wielding considerable power and influence.

But what was the result? In the end, he still submitted to her, and was trampled underfoot by her, the Silver Dragon King, more than once, showing obedience to her like a young beast.

This sense of conquest, of having humanity at her fingertips, was like the finest wine, intoxicating her and making her feel somewhat unable to resist.

Every time she takes the lead, every time she sees the other party unable to resist, it's like adding bricks to her grand plan, proving her strength and determination.

As for the second goal: to revive the entire dragon race?

Thinking of this, Gu Yuena's gaze unconsciously fell on her fair and jade-like lower abdomen.

Under the light, her smooth skin shone with a delicate luster, and on that smooth surface, tiny bumps would occasionally appear, as if some life force was surging within, trying to break free from its constraints.

"Mmm~" she murmured softly, a captivating blush rising to her cheeks. With a slight twitch of her body, the small protrusion vanished as if startled, returning to its previous calm.

The revival of the dragon race cannot be rushed. After all, the reproduction of the dragon race has never been an easy task. The more powerful a life form is, the lower its success rate in conceiving offspring. This seems to be an unchanging law of the universe.

As you can see, Di Tian, ​​as the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, has guarded the Star Dou Great Forest for ten thousand years, and has two equally powerful soul beast companions, Bi Ji and Zi Ji, by his side. However, after so many years, he has still not been able to have a descendant.

This alone is enough to show how difficult it is for the true dragon race to reproduce; it is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

As the Silver Dragon King standing at the pinnacle of the dragon race, her bloodline is pure and powerful, surpassing that of ordinary true dragons. The difficulty for her to reproduce offspring is far greater than that of other dragons.

From this perspective, she couldn't help but admire Tang San, the Sea God, and Xiao Wu. As beings of divine level, the fact that they could consecutively produce two offspring was a rare miracle in the world of the strong.

Time flows differently in the divine realm and the mortal realm; one day in the divine realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.

Judging from the time when Tang San and Xiao Wu ascended to the Douluo God Realm, at most forty years have passed in the God Realm, yet they already have two children, Tang Wutong and Tang Wulin.

Is this what makes Blue Silver Grass and Soft Bone Rabbit so special?
Blue Silver Grass is known for its tenacious vitality, spreading across the land and endlessly regenerating; while Soft-Boned Rabbit seems to be born with a strong ability to reproduce.

Tang San and Xiao Wu, as beings possessing royal bloodlines in their respective races, perhaps they completely inherited the advantages of their races. Even after becoming gods, were these advantages not suppressed?
Unable to figure out the key point, Gu Yuena stopped investigating and turned her gaze back to Nan Fusheng beneath her.

Feeling his body trembling slightly from the strain, and his growing exhaustion, she knew in her heart that he was about to reach his limit.

"Then..." she was about to say something, completely relinquishing control of the situation.

"Dududu-"

Just then, the soul communication device that had fallen to the side suddenly rang urgently, breaking the delicate atmosphere in the room.

The screen lit up, and the three large characters "Fors" were clearly visible, appearing particularly glaring in the dim light, like an intruder from the outside world.

“Um, Gu Yue…” Nan Fusheng’s voice was tinged with nervousness and hesitation as he cautiously looked up at her, his eyes full of questions.

"can."

Gu Yuena didn't stop him; she simply flicked her finger, and the soul-guided phone on the ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, automatically flying up and landing steadily in Nan Fusheng's hand. Her tone was calm and even, but a hint of amusement flashed in her eyes.

Nan Fusheng lay on the carpet, somewhat embarrassed, and answered the call, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Hello, what's up?"

Fors's voice came from the other end of the communicator, tinged with doubt and concern: "Where are you? Your match today should have been over long ago, why haven't you come back yet? Xiaoyan and the others are waiting for you."

"Ah, me." Nan Fusheng was about to explain when a suppressed tremor involuntarily escaped from his throat.

He looked up abruptly and realized that Gu Yuena had been giving Nan Fusheng a sly smile.

Fors's voice, tinged with obvious doubt, came through the soul communication: "What's wrong? You sound strange. Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, it's probably because the signal here is bad." Nan Fusheng gritted his teeth and tried to keep his voice steady, but fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.

"When will you be back?" Fors didn't seem to suspect anything and just continued to ask, "Xiao Yan and the others personally made your favorite dishes and are just waiting for you to come and eat."

"You guys eat first. I have something to do here, so I might be back a little late," Nan Fusheng said haltingly.

"Are you really alright?" Fors's voice finally carried a hint of suspicion. "Also, what's that strange noise coming from your end? It sounds... not right."

"It's because there's a construction site nearby, that's why there's this noise, it's normal."

"Is that so?" Fors's tone still carried a hint of uncertainty, but she ultimately did not press the matter further.

"Of course that's how it is," Gu Yuena sneered inwardly, but a glint of excitement flashed in her eyes.

I'm currently holding your man down, helping him with a "major project" that concerns the future of the dragon race~

Hearing Fors's clueless voice on the other end of the phone, and looking down at Nan Fusheng, whom she had firmly controlled and who dared not even make a sound, a strange sense of stimulation and excitement surged through Gu Yuena's body like an electric current, making her breathing involuntarily rapid.

She leaned forward slightly, her lips parted slightly, and made several clear mouth gestures to Nan Fusheng: "Don't hang up, keep talking to her."

What's going on here? It's so wonderful and captivating!
Gu Yuena's mood grew increasingly pleasant, a strange emotion mixed with possessiveness, a desire to conquer, and a secret thrill spreading through her heart, intertwining with the intimacy before her.

"Offer your life force for the revival of the dragon race, human."

Gu Yuena silently recited a phrase in her heart, a hint of the majesty of the Silver Dragon King flashing in her eyes. Her delicate body also flushed with a captivating blush due to this extreme emotional fluctuation, shimmering with an alluring luster under the lamplight.

(End of this chapter)