Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

[You were born at age 0.]

The hospital's delivery room was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the lighting was soft.

You feel a squeezing and pushing sensation, followed by a sudden burst of cool, refreshing air.

Unlike other newborns who immediately burst into tears, you lay quietly with your eyes open (though your vision was still blurry), trying to adjust to this familiar yet unfamiliar world.

The nurse, a little anxious, patted the soles of your feet lightly twice, and you finally burst into tears.

[You're faking that crying; after all, it has to be believable.]

Your consciousness is exceptionally clear, not a chaotic mass of instincts. Past memories are like a sealed scroll, not fully unfolded, yet undeniably present deep within your mind.

You know you've been reborn.

[Or, to be more precise, did you travel through time?]

Because the surrounding environment, the equipment in the ward, and the people's clothing are all similar to the "modern" you remember.

However, the key difference between time travel and rebirth lies in whether it's the same world.

You can't be sure immediately because the two tired yet joyful faces you see are almost identical to the faces of your parents in your memory.

They looked at you, their eyes filled with the excitement and bewilderment of becoming parents for the first time.

Your father and mother discussed it and decided to name you "Leylin".

The moment this name reached your ears, the last trace of doubt in your heart wavered—it was exactly the same as the name from your past life.

They looked alike, had the same name, and even their mother's soft, accented murmurs were identical.

A profound sense of absurdity intertwines with a strange sense of destiny.

"Consider it a rebirth," you thought silently in your swaddling clothes, "reborn about twenty-five years ago, before everything happened, at the starting point where everything was possible."

At one year old, you tried your best to play the role of an ordinary baby.

[Encouraged by their parents, they babbled and stumbled as they tried to take their first steps.]

This process is far more difficult and tedious than you might imagine. An adult's mind is trapped within a soft, powerless body; every seemingly simple movement requires immense patience to coordinate.

But you restrained yourself, observing and learning every detail of this new yet old family.

At age 2, you feel it's time to "speed things up" a little.

Constantly imitating a baby's thoughts and language can be exhausting.

[You begin to show interest in words and numbers, intentionally or unintentionally, playing with picture cards for toddlers, and then, to your parents' surprise, clearly reading the words on them, and even performing simple addition and subtraction.]

You're not deliberately showing off; you just want to end this state of ignorance as soon as possible.

However, this small gesture was nothing short of earth-shattering in the eyes of her parents.

They were incredibly excited, convinced they had given birth to a once-in-a-century genius.

[Immediately afterwards, a huge wave of "enthusiasm" surrounds you—they sign you up for all sorts of "children's potential development classes" and "early childhood education courses."]

And so, in a tutoring center primarily for "child prodigies" around seven years old, you, a two-year-old little bean, appeared.

The scene was quite comical at one point.

The parents' pride and boasting quickly spread the story among neighbors and relatives, turning "two-year-old prodigy Leilin" into a minor urban legend.

At age 3, the gears of fate began to turn dramatically.

[On an ordinary afternoon, your mother took you to your tutoring class. On the way, they ran into an acquaintance and chatted for a few minutes. In a moment of inattention, you were forcibly taken away and shoved into a dirty old van.]

Inside the vehicle were several men and women with lewd faces and fierce eyes. They bound your hands and feet with rough ropes and discussed which remote mountain village they would sell you to.

[Fear, real, chilling fear, grips you, but beneath that fear surges an even greater, boundless rage.]

[Anger at one's own powerlessness, anger at these villains who trample on life.]

Under this extreme mental pressure, you felt a burning sensation deep within your eyes, as if something had been ignited.

The field of vision suddenly became much clearer, the colors incredibly vibrant, and even the trails of dust particles in the air were clearly visible.

You seem to "see" that everyone inside the car is enveloped in a faint aura of a different color.

You seem to hear a long, resonant roar, and see a terrifying black figure larger than a mountain.

That... looks like—a "dragon"!

Immediately afterwards, a fiery and violent impulse surged uncontrollably, and you unconsciously focused on the man driving, cursing and swearing.

["Burn." You silently repeat to yourself.]

The next second, something horrifying happened.

[Without warning, a burst of intense orange-red flames erupted from the driver's side, accompanied by a deafening roar and shockwave, instantly tearing the entire bread truck to shreds and engulfing it!]

You feel an invisible force protecting you, shielding you from the impact and intense heat of the explosion.

You fell heavily to the ground several meters away, unharmed, only the rope snapped.

You get up, the golden light in your eyes slowly fading, returning to their usual black.

You stood there, your eyes coldly fixed on the burning wreckage and the motionless figures on the ground, your heart utterly indifferent.

The explosion attracted crowds and the sound of sirens.

The police quickly brought the scene under control and notified your family.

[Your mother rushed over in a panic, and the first thing she did upon seeing you unharmed was to let out a long sigh of relief, before belatedly realizing the lingering fear.]

She held your hand tightly, repeatedly thanked the police, and received a lesson on the importance of supervising children.

Looking at your mother's still-shaken profile, you feel little emotion, only a familiar sense of helplessness: her carelessness is exactly the same as in your previous life.

At age 4, you begin to try to take control of your life.

After experiencing abduction and a period of awakening, something deep within you has awakened, and you are no longer willing to completely obey your parents' arrangements.

When your parents try to use tutoring classes and teach you more "prodigy skills" to plan your future, you show strong resistance.

The threat of belts and slippers has returned, but this time, you find yourself easily dodging them.

The awakening of your Golden Eyes seems to have subtly enhanced your physical abilities, making your reaction speed and coordination far superior to that of ordinary children.

After a heated argument, you made a bold decision: to run away from home.

Relying on your hazy memory of the city and a composure far beyond your years, you surprisingly managed to take a short bus ride to your grandfather's house in the neighboring county.

When your parents, who had been anxiously searching for you for three days, finally found you at your grandfather's house, they were met with a stern reprimand from him.

The elderly man dotes on his grandson but disapproves of his son and daughter-in-law's results-oriented parenting style.

This incident became a turning point. Although the parents did not completely give up on the idea of ​​"cultivating a genius," their attitude softened considerably; at least, the frequency of using belts and slippers decreased significantly.

[Ages 5 to 15: These ten years are the time for you to earn relative freedom for yourself.]

You begin to consciously transform your past life memories into tangible assets.

Tell your parents which industries are about to boom and what investments are worthwhile.

At first, they dismissed it as childish ramblings and laughed it off.

Don't get discouraged. Use simple charts and newspaper articles you can find to give them a serious "analysis." Although those analyses may seem rudimentary, the trends they point to are often surprisingly accurate.

Finally, with the mindset of "making the child happy" and "it wouldn't hurt to give it a try," the parents took out a few hundred yuan and, following your instructions, gave it a small try.

That was in the late 1990s and early 2000s; several hundred yuan was not a small sum.

Unexpectedly, this attempt quickly yielded returns several times over. The parents were astonished.

They started taking your "suggestions" seriously, and the amount of money they invested gradually increased.

Under your "guidance," the family's wealth accumulated like a snowball, from barely making ends meet to a comfortable life, and then to a wealthy family owning several properties and substantial savings.

The rise in economic status has brought about subtle changes in the power dynamics within families.

Your parents still love you, but in many things, they are starting to listen to your thoughts more and are more tolerant of your "unconventional" ways.

You have finally gained the autonomy you've longed for.

You begin systematically training your body, learning every fighting and physical training method you can find.

Meanwhile, utilizing your family's resources and the gradually maturing internet (though the internet was not very developed in its early days), you secretly and tirelessly began to explore the source of your power and the hidden side of this world.

The golden glints that flashed before my eyes during the explosions, the strange ability to manipulate flames... these are definitely not the possessions of ordinary people.

The search was arduous and fraught with difficulties, with much information deliberately hidden or concealed beneath rumors.

But you persevered, piecing together chilling vocabulary from scattered ancient legends, unremarkable archaeological reports, and snippets of conversation on certain occult forums.

Hybrids, Words of Power, Dragons, Secret Societies... The Eight Snake Clan of Japan, the Gattuso Family of Italy, the Half-Dead World Tree, the Mysterious Kassel College...

These terms are like keys, gradually unlocking the door to the truth.

You finally realize that this is not the past of your original world, but a parallel world that seems plausible yet contains extraordinary powers.

You have traveled into the universe of "Dragon Raja".

[A dangerous world where the Dragon King may rise again and the Black King may destroy the world.]

[After the initial shock came a strong sense of urgency.]

You've started to actively seek ways to improve your skills.

However, reality quickly dealt you a blow.

In the world of dragons, increasing power is extremely difficult. Bloodlines are predetermined, the "Blood Rage" technique is dangerous and secretive, the "Path to Godhood" is more like a forbidden legend, and the "Nibelungen Project" is even more unattainable.

You possess partial, prophetic memories of the plot, yet you cannot find a practical, quick, and powerful path.

After a period of futile efforts, you feel a sense of weariness and confusion.

[“Since we have Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and other main characters to carry the main storyline, perhaps I, as an unexpected bystander, shouldn’t try to change too much?”]

This mindset helps you gradually relax.

You've decided to change your way of life.

Continue to leverage information asymmetry to optimize family assets, while fully enjoying this hard-won, affluent, and relatively free second life.

[Practice martial arts, study, read, travel, and experience the youth I couldn't fully experience in my previous life.]

At 15, you entered the prestigious local private high school.

Here, you met a special classmate.

His name is Lu Mang, but he insists on being called Chu Zihang.

He was academically excellent and handsome, yet he always appeared taciturn and aloof, keeping to himself, with an unyielding icy depth in his eyes.

Perhaps it was an inexplicable attraction, or perhaps it was a sense of shared affinity, but you've developed a strong interest in this aloof young man.

You took the initiative to approach him, and at first he reacted coldly, but your attitude was natural and sincere, neither trying to please him nor intimidated by his aloofness.

Over time, a peculiar, understated friendship developed between you.

You'll read books with him in the library (even though the types of books are completely different).

[Occasionally, we'll discuss schoolwork or unrelated topics.]

You know the story behind him, you know the fire burning beneath his silence, but you don't reveal it, you simply exist in his high school life as "classmate Raylin."

[On an ordinary morning that year, while you were memorizing English vocabulary at school, you suddenly felt your consciousness being drawn by something.]

Your consciousness seems to float in a void, a gray, misty space, surrounded by nothing but silence...