Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Deep within the Star Palace, four figures sat around a square table crafted from polished jade. The crisp, melodious clatter of mahjong tiles on the table created a strange contrast with the stillness of the stars outside the palace.

"bump."

Lin Yao from the Doupo Cangqiong world casually picked up an eight of bamboo, pushed over the two eight of bamboo in front of him, and stacked them beside him. Today, he was wearing his signature white robe, and the light of five-colored strange fire faintly flowed from his fingertips. The dignified high-level Dou Zun was now staring at the deck of cards in his hand with a furrowed brow, his expression even more solemn than when facing the Soul Emperor.

"I'm telling you," Lin Yao from the Kabuto world said, slapping his forehead with an energy bar in his mouth, "you really dare to mess with me. How many rounds has this been? Every time you mess with me, I inevitably lose. Don't you know that?"

Doupo Lin Yao snorted coldly: "You still have the nerve to talk about me? You've played three rounds of that hand and still haven't gotten a winning hand. You're holding onto your wind tiles like they're precious treasures, and you don't even dare to play a white tile."

"I'm just trying to get a set of all suits!" Lin Yao, the King of Card Fighters, said confidently. "You card players without dreams will never understand me."

Sitting opposite him in the Happy Star Cat World, Lin Yao sighed heavily. He pushed the tiles in front of him, his face full of despair: "I mean, why should I, someone who deals with cats and dogs every day, sit here playing mahjong with you bunch of lousy bastards? I've drawn eight rounds of tiles and I don't even have a single pair, just single tiles. What do you call this?"

"Call it 'No Hope of Winning'," Lin Yao from the Naruto world replied expressionlessly. Only a few chips remained of his pile, and he radiated an aura of chakra depletion. "I've almost lost all my allowance this month at this table."

"You call that losing? You call that paying tuition." Lin Yao from Doupo said, playing a five of bamboo.

"bump!"

Lin Yao's eyes lit up. He pushed down the two fives, then remained silent for two seconds. After looking at the remaining cards, he slowly played a nine of characters.

"I won!" Lin Yao, the King of Armored Fighters, slammed down the tiles in front of him. "A pure suit, a single tile of 90,000. Pay up, pay up!"

Hokage Lin Yao's expression instantly collapsed, as if the last ounce of life had been drained from him. Trembling, he pulled out his last few chips from his pocket and handed them over, muttering, "There's definitely a trap, you've definitely cheated..."

"What a load of rubbish." Lin Yao, the King of Fighters, chuckled as he accepted the chips. "You're the one who's good at throwing away winning hands. Six hands in a row now, you're the most reliable source of income among us."

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Happy Star Cat Lin Yao waved his hand, shuffling the cards while sighing, "Speaking of which, we're pretty unlucky. We're all respectable figures in our own worlds, and yet, after getting together to play mahjong, we haven't gotten a single good hand from start to finish. Is our luck cursed?"

"It really is true." Lin Yao from Doupo said thoughtfully as he arranged the mahjong tiles. "Logically speaking, with our soul strength, it should be easy for us to perceive the subtle differences on the back of the mahjong tiles. But I've observed this set of tiles carefully during this game, and the material of these tiles is special, blocking all detection methods. It seems that someone deliberately chose this set for us."

The four looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Just then, a soft cough sounded from behind them.

"Um... excuse me."

The four of them turned around at the same time, only to see a young man standing about ten feet behind Lin Yao from Doupo, looking down at the card game on the table with great interest. He was wearing a white robe provided by the Star Palace, and his face was handsome, with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny in his expression.

The man stood there quietly, seemingly watching for an unknown amount of time. Of the four present, even the weakest was a top expert in their respective worlds, especially Lin Yao from Doupo, whose mid-stage Heaven Realm soul power was incredibly sharp, capable of detecting even the footsteps of an ant within a hundred feet. Yet, this man had been behind him for so long without him noticing.

Doupo Lin Yao narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the newcomer. The other party's soul aura wasn't particularly strong, but it possessed an inexplicable quality, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly. He put down his mahjong tiles and asked, "Who are you? When did you arrive?"

"I've been here for a while now." The man smiled, a hint of apology in his voice. "I saw you were playing so intently that I didn't want to disturb you. This hand of cards... does have a problem. It's an 'anti-cheating entertainment set' automatically matched by the Star Palace, specifically designed to prevent cultivators from winning using soul power. Simply put, it's a hand of pure luck."

The four of them looked at each other again.

"So all we've been fighting for has been a gamble on luck?" Hokage Lin Yao's voice rose several decibels.

"What else?" The man shrugged matter-of-factly. "We're all Lin Yao, who doesn't have some special tricks? Star Palace probably provided this deck to prevent you from cheating. But..." He glanced at the four players' discard pile and couldn't help but chuckle. "Your luck is truly outrageous. All four of you have been giving away points, and after three rounds, not a single one of you has managed to win by self-draw."

Lin Yao from Doupo threw the mahjong tiles back onto the table, stood up, and carefully examined the uninvited guest: "You're also Lin Yao? Which world are you from?"

"It's a long story." The man pulled up a chair, sat down, picked up a spiritual fruit from the fruit plate, took a bite, and said indistinctly, "My original world... how should I put it, is completely different from the worlds you real people live in."

"How is it different?" Lin Yao, the King of Kabuto, became interested.

"My world is pretty absurd." The newcomer Lin Yao chewed on a spiritual fruit, slowly organizing his thoughts. "The level of technology is completely different from your world's battle qi and chakra systems, and the entertainment products in the whole world are extremely scarce. Novels, movies, and music are practically desert-level. In my world's countries, apart from the news broadcast and a few outdated programs, there's basically nothing to watch on the streets. Everyone's spiritual life is terribly barren."

"So?" asked Lin Yao, the happy star cat, tilting his head.

"So when I awakened my past life memories, I was bound to a Great Literary System." The newcomer Lin Yao shrugged. "That system was quite generous. It immediately gave me a huge amount of full text of classic Earth literature, such as 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' 'One Hundred Years of Solitude,' and 'Harry Potter,' you name it. The system let me earn points by copying books and novels, exchange them for various talents and abilities, and slowly get rich and become a great literary figure."

"Isn't this great?" Naruto Lin Yao blinked. "With a system and a cheat system, it's a standard start for a transmigrator, everything goes smoothly."

The newcomer, Lin Yao, stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice: "What's so good about it? On the third day after I awakened my memories of my past life, I was dreaming of reaching the pinnacle of life by writing novels when I went out to buy cigarettes and stumbled upon something—in the alley next door, two old men in Taoist robes were fighting. One of them made a hand seal with his left hand and released a fireball, while the other stomped his foot and the ground cracked open with a fissure three zhang long. The two of them were fighting so hard that the earth shook."

The four people: "..."

"I just squatted at the alley entrance and watched the whole thing." The newcomer, Lin Yao, said expressionlessly. "Then I realized that the world that seemed so respectable was actually full of demons and monsters. The city god who cleaned the streets, the mountain demons in the mountains, the water ghosts in the rivers—they were all real. Those so-called folk tales, like hearing someone call you not to turn around when you're walking at night, or encountering a bride in red in the deep mountains and forests—they're all fucking true."

He paused, his tone turning indignant: "What's the use of me writing novels in a world like this? Even if I wrote a hundred copies of 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' zombies would still bite me. Monsters don't care if you're a great writer. Even if you wrote 'War and Peace,' they'd still treat you like a side dish."

Upon hearing this, the other four Lin Yaos simultaneously revealed expressions of understanding. Lin Yao from Doupo nodded with deep feeling: "That's true. Strength is the only real thing; everything else is secondary."

Lin Yao, the newcomer, sighed: "So I threw that broken system aside and started to study Chinese martial arts, relying on the fragments I found when I awakened my past life memories."

"Chinese martial arts?" Lin Yao, the King of Kabuto, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. It seems there's a hidden cultivation system in my world, like traditional Chinese martial arts and kung fu, but it's deliberately concealed by something, and ordinary people would never come into contact with it in their entire lives. But when I awakened my memories, an extremely blurry image popped into my mind—it seemed like when I was very young, I saw someone perform a set of boxing techniques in front of me. That set of techniques stirred up some kind of power in the world, which I still remember vividly. However, that memory seems to have been sealed away; I struggled a lot to even vaguely grasp a trace of it." The newcomer, Lin Yao, said, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "I'm wondering, who sealed my memories? What is the person who sealed it trying to hide? What is the true truth of my world?"

He stretched and leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement in his voice: "To be honest, I'm quite curious now about what kind of parallel world my world is. It has technology, it has fantasy, it has demons and monsters, and even martial arts masters are hiding in the shadows. It's like a hodgepodge."

"Every world has its own rules," Lin Yao from Doupo pondered. "We, the Lin Yaos who have been wandering outside, will eventually have to return to our own worlds to find out the truth. The choice you're making now might be the fastest way."

The newcomer, Lin Yao, chuckled: "That's what I think too. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been pulled over by the Star Palace. So my plan is simple—since the literary path isn't working, we'll let our fists do the talking. A real man teaches those demons and monsters what reason is with his fists."

When he uttered the word "fist," a subtle surge of energy emanated from his body, like a sleeping tiger lurking within him. Although this tiger was still young, it already possessed the imposing aura of someone about to roar across the mountains and forests.

The four Lin Yaos exchanged glances, then simultaneously let out a knowing chuckle. This was what they all had in common—they never backed down in the face of the unknown and crisis.

"Good, good, good, that's spirited." Kabuto King Lin Yao gave a thumbs up. "But if you want to teach monsters a lesson with your fists, you'll have to pass the mahjong test first. Come on, there are five of us now, let's take turns, keep going."

He warmly invited the newcomer, Lin Yao, to sit down, and Lin Yao readily accepted, rolling up his sleeves and taking a seat at the table. However, it wasn't long before he discovered a terrifying reality—this deck of cards not only prevented cheating but also seemed to have some kind of "bad luck amplification" effect. His luck was even worse than the previous four players. After drawing a round of cards, he couldn't draw a single tile, unable to even form a complete sequence, let alone a single meld.

"Does this hand have a grudge against me?" The newcomer, Lin Yao, stared at the jumbled hand of cards in his hand, his face turning somewhat pale.

"Now you finally understand how we feel, right?" Hokage Lin Yao said with a knowing look, "This mahjong is all about mindset. You have to learn to accept your bad luck and live with it peacefully."

"Bullshit!" The newcomer Lin Yao decisively played a red dragon, "I'm definitely going to win this round!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yao, the player to his left and the "King of Fighters," silently pushed over the tiles in front of him: "I won. A single Red Dragon waiting for the winning hand."

Lin Yao, the newcomer: "..."

The five Lin Yaos played mahjong for an hour, each with their own wins and losses, but without exception, they all felt their blood pressure steadily rising. Just as they were shuffling the tiles for the seventh round, the enormous gate of the Star Palace suddenly lit up, and a massive figure of light slowly appeared at the entrance.

The five people stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked at the gate of light.

The shadow within the portal gradually solidified, eventually transforming into a large sphere of light about two meters in diameter. The sphere hovered in mid-air, its surface shimmering with a soft white glow, like a miniature sun. A blurry face vaguely appeared on the sphere, its features indistinct, bearing a remarkably human expression—a mixture of bewilderment and weariness, like an office worker forced to work.

"What the hell?" Lin Yao, the King of Kabuto, dropped the mahjong tiles from his hand onto the table with a thud.

Lin Yao from Doupo narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the sphere of light. He could sense an extremely complex spiritual power contained within it, and it was also filled with an indescribable aura of law, as if the sphere itself was the embodiment of a complete system of rules. He asked, "And who are you, Lin Yao?"

The blurry face on the surface of the sphere of light moved, seemingly making a wry smile: "Hello, I am also Lin Yao. However... there seems to be a slight discrepancy."

"A slight deviation?" Hokage Lin Yao repeated, "Your deviation sounds like it's not insignificant."

The ball of light was silent for a moment, as if organizing its thoughts: "This is a long story. I was originally a person, but I was struck by lightning in some accident, and when I woke up, I found myself as a... ball of light."

"Struck by lightning?" Lin Yao, the new martial arts student, blinked. "And then?"

"The key is what happened before I was struck by lightning." The voice of the light sphere carried a kind of helplessness etched into the soul. "That day, I was sitting in front of the computer, downloading some movies. Deep in the Star Palace, on the four sides of a square table made of polished jade, four figures sat around it. The sound of mahjong tiles clattering on the table was crisp and pleasant, forming a strange contrast with the silence of the stars flowing outside the palace."

"bump."

Lin Yao from the Doupo Cangqiong world casually picked up an eight of bamboo, pushed over the two eight of bamboo in front of him, and stacked them beside him. Today, he was wearing his signature white robe, and the light of five-colored strange fire faintly flowed from his fingertips. The dignified high-level Dou Zun was now staring at the deck of cards in his hand with a furrowed brow, his expression even more solemn than when facing the Soul Emperor.

"I'm telling you," Lin Yao from the Kabuto world said, slapping his forehead with an energy bar in his mouth, "you really dare to mess with me. How many rounds has this been? Every time you mess with me, I inevitably lose. Don't you know that?"

Doupo Lin Yao snorted coldly: "You still have the nerve to talk about me? You've played three rounds of that hand and still haven't gotten a winning hand. You're holding onto your wind tiles like they're precious treasures, and you don't even dare to play a white tile."

"I'm just trying to get a set of all suits!" Lin Yao, the King of Card Fighters, said confidently. "You card players without dreams will never understand me."

Sitting opposite him in the Happy Star Cat World, Lin Yao sighed heavily. He pushed the tiles in front of him, his face full of despair: "I mean, why should I, someone who deals with cats and dogs every day, sit here playing mahjong with you bunch of lousy bastards? I've drawn eight rounds of tiles and I don't even have a single pair, just single tiles. What do you call this?"

"Call it 'No Hope of Winning'," Lin Yao from the Naruto world replied expressionlessly. Only a few chips remained of his pile, and he radiated an aura of chakra depletion. "I've almost lost all my allowance this month at this table."

"You call that losing? You call that paying tuition." Lin Yao from Doupo said, playing a five of bamboo.

"bump!"

Lin Yao's eyes lit up. He pushed down the two fives, then remained silent for two seconds. After looking at the remaining cards, he slowly played a nine of characters.

"I won!" Lin Yao, the King of Armored Fighters, slammed down the tiles in front of him. "A pure suit, a single tile of 90,000. Pay up, pay up!"

Hokage Lin Yao's expression instantly collapsed, as if the last ounce of life had been drained from him. Trembling, he pulled out his last few chips from his pocket and handed them over, muttering, "There's definitely a trap, you've definitely cheated..."

"What a load of rubbish." Lin Yao, the King of Fighters, chuckled as he accepted the chips. "You're the one who's good at throwing away winning hands. Six hands in a row now, you're the most reliable source of income among us."

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Happy Star Cat Lin Yao waved his hand, shuffling the cards while sighing, "Speaking of which, we're pretty unlucky. We're all respectable figures in our own worlds, and yet, after getting together to play mahjong, we haven't gotten a single good hand from start to finish. Is our luck cursed?"

"It really is true." Lin Yao from Doupo said thoughtfully as he arranged the mahjong tiles. "Logically speaking, with our soul strength, it should be easy for us to perceive the subtle differences on the back of the mahjong tiles. But I've observed this set of tiles carefully during this game, and the material of these tiles is special, blocking all detection methods. It seems that someone deliberately chose this set for us."

The four looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Just then, a soft cough sounded from behind them.

"Um... excuse me."

The four of them turned around at the same time, only to see a young man standing about ten feet behind Lin Yao from Doupo, looking down at the card game on the table with great interest. He was wearing a white robe provided by the Star Palace, and his face was handsome, with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny in his expression.

The man stood there quietly, seemingly watching for an unknown amount of time. Of the four present, even the weakest was a top expert in their respective worlds, especially Lin Yao from Doupo, whose mid-stage Heaven Realm soul power was incredibly sharp, capable of detecting even the footsteps of an ant within a hundred feet. Yet, this man had been behind him for so long without him noticing.

Doupo Lin Yao narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the newcomer. The other party's soul aura wasn't particularly strong, but it possessed an inexplicable quality, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly. He put down his mahjong tiles and asked, "Who are you? When did you arrive?"

"I've been here for a while now." The man smiled, a hint of apology in his voice. "I saw you were playing so intently that I didn't want to disturb you. This hand of cards... does have a problem. It's an 'anti-cheating entertainment set' automatically matched by the Star Palace, specifically designed to prevent cultivators from winning using soul power. Simply put, it's a hand of pure luck."

The four of them looked at each other again.

"So all we've been fighting for has been a gamble on luck?" Hokage Lin Yao's voice rose several decibels.

"What else?" The man shrugged matter-of-factly. "We're all Lin Yao, who doesn't have some special tricks? Star Palace probably provided this deck to prevent you from cheating. But..." He glanced at the four players' discard pile and couldn't help but chuckle. "Your luck is truly outrageous. All four of you have been giving away points, and after three rounds, not a single one of you has managed to win by self-draw."

Lin Yao from Doupo threw the mahjong tiles back onto the table, stood up, and carefully examined the uninvited guest: "You're also Lin Yao? Which world are you from?"

"It's a long story." The man pulled up a chair, sat down, picked up a spiritual fruit from the fruit plate, took a bite, and said indistinctly, "My original world... how should I put it, is completely different from the worlds you real people live in."

"How is it different?" Lin Yao, the King of Kabuto, became interested.

"My world is pretty absurd." The newcomer Lin Yao chewed on a spiritual fruit, slowly organizing his thoughts. "The level of technology is completely different from your world's battle qi and chakra systems, and the entertainment products in the whole world are extremely scarce. Novels, movies, and music are practically desert-level. In my world's countries, apart from the news broadcast and a few outdated programs, there's basically nothing to watch on the streets. Everyone's spiritual life is terribly barren."

"So?" asked Lin Yao, the happy star cat, tilting his head.

"So when I awakened my past life memories, I was bound to a Great Literary System." The newcomer Lin Yao shrugged. "That system was quite generous. It immediately gave me a huge amount of full text of classic Earth literature, such as 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' 'One Hundred Years of Solitude,' and 'Harry Potter,' you name it. The system let me earn points by copying books and novels, exchange them for various talents and abilities, and slowly get rich and become a great literary figure."

"Isn't this great?" Naruto Lin Yao blinked. "With a system and a cheat system, it's a standard start for a transmigrator, everything goes smoothly."

The newcomer, Lin Yao, stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice: "What's so good about it? On the third day after I awakened my memories of my past life, I was dreaming of reaching the pinnacle of life by writing novels when I went out to buy cigarettes and stumbled upon something—in the alley next door, two old men in Taoist robes were fighting. One of them made a hand seal with his left hand and released a fireball, while the other stomped his foot and the ground cracked open with a fissure three zhang long. The two of them were fighting so hard that the earth shook."

The four people: "..."

"I just squatted at the alley entrance and watched the whole thing." The newcomer, Lin Yao, said expressionlessly. "Then I realized that the world that seemed so respectable was actually full of demons and monsters. The city god who cleaned the streets, the mountain demons in the mountains, the water ghosts in the rivers—they were all real. Those so-called folk tales, like hearing someone call you not to turn around when you're walking at night, or encountering a bride in red in the deep mountains and forests—they're all fucking true."

He paused, his tone turning indignant: "What's the use of me writing novels in a world like this? Even if I wrote a hundred copies of 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' zombies would still bite me. Monsters don't care if you're a great writer. Even if you wrote 'War and Peace,' they'd still treat you like a side dish."

Upon hearing this, the other four Lin Yaos simultaneously revealed expressions of understanding. Lin Yao from Doupo nodded with deep feeling: "That's true. Strength is the only real thing; everything else is secondary."

Lin Yao, the newcomer, sighed: "So I threw that broken system aside and started to study Chinese martial arts, relying on the fragments I found when I awakened my past life memories."

"Chinese martial arts?" Lin Yao, the King of Kabuto, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. It seems there's a hidden cultivation system in my world, like traditional Chinese martial arts and kung fu, but it's deliberately concealed by something, and ordinary people would never come into contact with it in their entire lives. But when I awakened my memories, an extremely blurry image popped into my mind—it seemed like when I was very young, I saw someone perform a set of boxing techniques in front of me. That set of techniques stirred up some kind of power in the world, which I still remember vividly. However, that memory seems to have been sealed away; I struggled a lot to even vaguely grasp a trace of it." The newcomer, Lin Yao, said, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "I'm wondering, who sealed my memories? What is the person who sealed it trying to hide? What is the true truth of my world?"

He stretched and leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement in his voice: "To be honest, I'm quite curious now about what kind of parallel world my world is. It has technology, it has fantasy, it has demons and monsters, and even martial arts masters are hiding in the shadows. It's like a hodgepodge."

"Every world has its own rules," Lin Yao from Doupo pondered. "We, the Lin Yaos who have been wandering outside, will eventually have to return to our own worlds to find out the truth. The choice you're making now might be the fastest way."

The newcomer, Lin Yao, chuckled: "That's what I think too. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been pulled over by the Star Palace. So my plan is simple—since the literary path isn't working, we'll let our fists do the talking. A real man teaches those demons and monsters what reason is with his fists."

When he uttered the word "fist," a subtle surge of energy emanated from his body, like a sleeping tiger lurking within him. Although this tiger was still young, it already possessed the imposing aura of someone about to roar across the mountains and forests.

The four Lin Yaos exchanged glances, then simultaneously let out a knowing chuckle. This was what they all had in common—they never backed down in the face of the unknown and crisis.

"Good, good, good, that's spirited." Kabuto King Lin Yao gave a thumbs up. "But if you want to teach monsters a lesson with your fists, you'll have to pass the mahjong test first. Come on, there are five of us now, let's take turns, keep going."

He warmly invited the newcomer, Lin Yao, to sit down, and Lin Yao readily accepted, rolling up his sleeves and taking a seat at the table. However, it wasn't long before he discovered a terrifying reality—this deck of cards not only prevented cheating but also seemed to have some kind of "bad luck amplification" effect. His luck was even worse than the previous four players. After drawing a round of cards, he couldn't draw a single tile, unable to even form a complete sequence, let alone a single meld.

"Does this hand have a grudge against me?" The newcomer, Lin Yao, stared at the jumbled hand of cards in his hand, his face turning somewhat pale.

"Now you finally understand how we feel, right?" Hokage Lin Yao said with a knowing look, "This mahjong is all about mindset. You have to learn to accept your bad luck and live with it peacefully."

"Bullshit!" The newcomer Lin Yao decisively played a red dragon, "I'm definitely going to win this round!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yao, the player to his left and the "King of Fighters," silently pushed over the tiles in front of him: "I won. A single Red Dragon waiting for the winning hand."

Lin Yao, the newcomer: "..."

The five Lin Yaos played mahjong for an hour, each with their own wins and losses, but without exception, they all felt their blood pressure steadily rising. Just as they were shuffling the tiles for the seventh round, the enormous gate of the Star Palace suddenly lit up, and a massive figure of light slowly appeared at the entrance.