Douluo Continent: God Descends

Chapter 2 The Second Time Traveler

"Stars..."

Cocolia's voice was a little hoarse. She stretched out her arms and gently pulled Lu Xingchen, along with the silver trash can, into her embrace.

Her embrace was warm and firm, carrying a faint, reassuring scent of soap. Lu Xingchen's small body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, burying her face in Cocolia's chest, feeling that long-lost warmth.

However, Cocolia's figure was far too tall for a four-year-old child. Lu Xingchen's little face was immediately buried in the soft curves of her chest, and his little nose was completely covered, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Ugh... Cocolia's mom... can't breathe..." Lu Xingchen reached out her little hand and pushed haphazardly against Cocolia's chest.

Cocolia then realized what was happening and quickly loosened her grip. Looking at Lu Xingchen's flushed face, she smiled a little embarrassedly and gently ruffled his soft hair. "Sorry, sorry, Mommy hugged you too tightly."

Looking at Lu Xingchen's small hands still tightly clutching the trash can, she made a decision.

"All right,"

Cocolia looked at him, her eyes filled with resignation and affection, and said softly, "I won't throw this trash can away this time. But you must promise me that from now on you'll stay in bed and cover yourself with the blanket when you sleep, and you won't crawl into the trash can to sleep anymore, okay?"

She knew that this trash can was more than just an object to Lu Xingchen; it was a source of security for him, and forcibly taking it away would only cause deeper harm to his young heart.

What she could do was give him a truly warm home, and let him slowly understand that besides that cold metal bucket, there were things more worthy of his reliance and cherishing.

Lu Xingchen blinked his clear, big eyes, seemingly unable to believe that Cocolia would agree so easily. He looked at the trash can in his arms, then at Cocolia's gentle face, his little mind racing.

A few seconds later, he seemed to have made up his mind, nodded vigorously, and a bright smile appeared on his small face, like the sunshine after the rain, instantly dispelling the dullness in the lounge.

"Yes, yes! I promise!"

He raised a chubby little hand, making a vow-like gesture, "I promise I'll sleep obediently in bed from now on, thank you, Cocolia's Mom!"

Seeing his bright smile, Cocolia smiled too, a weight lifted from her heart. She patted his head again and said softly, "Good boy. Okay, go wash up now, the other children should be awake by now and ready for breakfast."

"good!"

Lu Xingchen responded and carefully pushed the silver trash can under her bed. Then, with her short legs, she ran happily towards the washroom, her small figure full of energy.

Cocolia stood there, watching his retreating figure, her smile gradually softening, but a trace of worry still lingered deep in her eyes.

She knew that to truly help this child, found in the trash can, emerge from the shadows of the past and grow up healthy and happy, she still had a lot to do.

At this moment, Lu Xingchen was standing in front of the faucet in the washroom, trying to turn on the water valve by standing on tiptoe.

"I managed to fool them. Luckily, I was born in a trash can, otherwise I really wouldn't have had a reason to convince Cocolia's mother."

The cool tap water gushed out, and Lu Xingchen scooped up a handful with her small hands and patted it on her face, instantly sobering her up.

I'm sorry, Mother Cocolia. He was once a noble spiritual dragon and a transcendent being.

Everyone knows he's a man who doesn't keep his promises!

Oh, it can't be called breaking a promise.

Because agreeing to sleep in bed doesn't mean he won't sleep in the trash can. At worst, he'll put the trash can on the bed and crawl inside to sleep. Anyway, he's not going to give up his personal trash can.

Cocolia's mother, I didn't lie!

After washing up, Lu Xingchen carefully dried the water off her face with a slightly worn but clean towel.

When he put down the towel and looked in the mirror again, a look of worry, completely out of place with his age, involuntarily appeared on his cute little face.

"It's been three whole years since I came into this world... I have a feeling that the future is a bit bleak."

He murmured softly, his small shoulders slumping slightly, as if bearing a burden that shouldn't belong to someone his age.

He, Lu Xingchen, is actually a "second time traveler".

In his first life, he was just an ordinary college student, living a life of going between the classroom, the cafeteria, and the dormitory every day. His biggest worries were final exams and his graduation thesis.

He once thought his life would continue in this ordinary way, until that sudden "great luck"—a bizarre accident—completely took him away from that ordinary world, and his soul fell into a strange and dangerous universe.

He traveled to the world of "Lord of Mysteries".

The game begins in Backlund, a metropolis known as the "Crossroads of the World," a place where prosperity and crime intertwine.

Even more outrageous, his arrival was not silent, but like a meteorite from outer space, he crashed into a dark alley in an extremely disheveled manner, and precisely killed a man who was in some kind of strange state.

Later, Lu Xingchen deduced from the remaining fragments of the spirit body and the clues in the surrounding environment that the unlucky guy was actually a demigod on the verge of losing control!

To be honest, it was so absurd and bizarre, but it really happened to him.

At first, Lu Xingchen knew nothing about the world he lived in.

When he saw the ominous crystal slowly emerging from the body of the "unlucky guy" who had been crushed to death, it seemed to contain endless mysteries.

His curiosity about the unknown, stemming from his university days, and a sliver of survival instinct led him to subconsciously believe it was a "good thing," so he didn't hesitate to put it away and hide it in his tattered clothes.

Unfortunately, the prosperity of Backlund never belonged to someone like him, an unidentified and penniless "black person".

Without identification, without survival skills, and even with a slight linguistic slurredness from the early stages of his transmigration, he quickly experienced the cruelty beneath the glamorous exterior of this "beacon of civilization."

In just two days, the former college student became one of the typical sights on the streets of Backlund—a true, penniless vagrant.

He slept under bridges, scavenged leftovers, and endured the scornful or pitying looks of others. Those days were the darkest and most humiliating time of his two lifetimes.

However, every cloud has a silver lining. Although he was penniless, through conversations with other homeless people and observations of his surroundings, he finally understood what kind of world he was in.