Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

The newcomer had a face similar to theirs but more mature and resolute, with black hair and black eyes, and skin that was bronze from years of exposure to the wind and sun.

He wore a set of thick, well-tanned leather armor with signs of wear, carried a longbow almost as tall as himself on his back, had a quiver hanging from his waist, and his right hand rested on the hilt of a simple yet subtly gleaming broadsword.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, carrying the wariness of a wilderness traveler and a hint of barely perceptible vicissitude.

His gaze swept quickly over the dragons and the Game of Thrones characters, finally settling on the flickering campfire, seemingly assessing the environment and potential threats.

"Where is this place? And who are you?" His voice was deep and clear, carrying a unique rhythm derived from an ancient linguistic habit.

Dragon Raelin and Game of Thrones Raelin exchanged a glance, and Dragon Raelin stepped forward, spreading his hands to indicate that he was harmless.

"Relax, friend. This is... a rather special place. I am Leylin, from a world where dragons and hybrids exist."

He pointed to his golden pupils, which were not lit at the moment, but their unusual color was still obvious.

Game of Thrones' Raelin chimed in, "I am also Raelin, from Westeros, a world of... swords, magic, dragons, and power."

He tilted his head slightly, letting the campfire illuminate his silver-purple hair and pupils.

Upon hearing this, the new hunter frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men's faces.

Gradually, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Despite their different clothing, temperament, and even racial characteristics, their facial features, especially a certain charm, resembled his own youthful appearance deep in his memory...

No, it bears a striking resemblance to that long-blurred face from a "past life".

An unbelievable thought arose in his mind. He was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke, his voice filled with tentativeness and disbelief: "My name is also Rayrin... I come from Middle-earth, and I am a Dúnedan ranger."

The wariness in Leylin's eyes hadn't completely dissipated: "Even so, how can you prove that you are not some kind of evil entity manifesting as an illusion, or a spell cast upon me?"

His experiences in Middle-earth made him wary of supernatural forces.

"Simple." Dragon Leylin extended his fist. "Let's touch. If we are truly reflections of 'the same person' in different worlds, then here, memories, knowledge, and even some power traits should be shared."

"These are the basic rules of this place, and the meaning of our meeting."

Lord of the Rings Leylin stared at the outstretched fist, then looked at the calm gaze of Dragon Leylin, and the "come and try it" expression on Game of Thrones Leylin's face.

He was not a reckless person, but his intuition and the incredible situation before him both pointed to this simple method of verification.

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly raised his hand, which was covered with calluses and small scars, clenched it into a fist, and gently touched it with the fist of the dragon Leylin.

hum-

A clearer and more powerful sense of resonance erupted instantly!

The consciousness of the dragon Leylin seemed to be pulled into a vast and ancient land.

He "experiences" life-or-death battles with orcs, trolls, and evil creatures in the wilderness.

Feel the heat of the furnace and the rhythm of the hammer when learning forging from the dwarves, and experience the tranquility and serenity when asking the elves for archery and knowledge.

Over seventy long years, the people of Dunedan have developed superhuman physical strength, endurance, resilience, and a keen sense of darkness...

Countless combat experiences, forging skills, survival wisdom, along with the calm temperament honed by time, surged forth like a tide.

"Holy crap! Over seventy?!" The moment they shared the connection, the dragon Leylin couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice before disconnecting.

His gaze towards Lord of the Rings, Rylai's, was filled with astonishment: "And... your experience is way too hardcore! It's like you've entered a hellish survival mode!"

Lord of the Rings, Leylin, loosened his fist and closed his eyes, seemingly processing the massive amount of new information flooding his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, there was less wariness in them, and more realization and complexity.

"The Dúnedan people, descendants of the Númenor people, are blessed with ancient blessings and a long destiny, thus possessing lifespans and strengths beyond those of ordinary humans, although these strengths are far less than those of their ancestors in this modern age."

He flexed his fingers, feeling the subtle changes occurring within his body: "Your power system... is very interesting, and quite unique."

"More than just fun!" Game of Thrones' Rayleigh couldn't wait any longer and raised his fist. "My turn! My turn! Let me experience the 'Superman's' physique too!"

Share again.

"You're far beyond ordinary people!" Rayleigh exclaimed after sharing his thoughts from Game of Thrones.

"That physical prowess, that fighting instinct, and that lifespan... If you were in our world, you'd be a living legend! If I had your physique, I would have ridden a dragon and kicked that madman off the Iron Throne long ago!"

Lord of the Rings, Rylai's, shook his head slightly: "Compared to true legends, I am still far from it."

"If I possessed the power of the legendary first Númenor, or even the Elves and the Maiar, I might have already ventured into Mordor to try and end that final shadow."

He then changed the subject, "However, the power you shared has indeed made me feel...much stronger. Both mentally and physically, this projected consciousness."

Dragon Leylin clenched his fist and carefully examined it: "Indeed, my mental strength has become much more solid, and my body seems to have gained more resilience and endurance."

"Now I feel more confident in dealing with the next generation and lower-level dragons. Of course, we still have to avoid the level of the first generation dragon king in its complete form."

Game of Thrones' Rayleigh was also brimming with confidence: "I feel much more confident now! With the combat experience and physique you shared, even if we encounter a fire dragon, we might not be without a fighting chance!"

Dragon Leylin stroked his chin, thinking of another question: "Speaking of which, in my memory, I once encountered a second-generation species, the sister of the one known as the 'Queen of Earth and Mountains.' Her strength was among the top of the second-generation species, and she could even hold her own against some of the weaker first-generation species."

"If only I could try my hand at it with her..."

"Stop!" Game of Thrones' Rayleigh quickly interrupted him. "Are you trying to test your skills? You're trying to reincarnate! Xia Mi may be called the strongest next-generation being, but that's just a joke. Take it easy, brother!"

Dragon Raylin chuckled, realizing he had gotten a little too cocky.

The three sat down around the campfire. The three "Leylin" from three different fantasy worlds began to share their experiences of their worlds, their insights into power, and their speculations about the possibilities of the future.

For the first time, three voices mingled in the gray fog, and the campfire seemed to burn even brighter.