Chapter 100: Klein Wants to Pull a Gacha

“Did a donkey kick your brain?” said a man with drooping eyebrows and a slightly comical face, raising an eyebrow. “You brought me back just for this nonsense?”

At a street stall, two dragons and a god sat on wooden stools, slurping down a bowl of Japanese ramen for 1200 yen.

After confirming the owner couldn’t understand Chinese, the three exchanged information in Chinese.

“Slooop~”

“Shall I send you back?” Old Lu chewed a few noodles, his gaze turning dangerous.

“Nah, better not…”

Whether as the Dragon King of Bronze and Fire or as Ronald Tang, He believed the beginning and journey could be bizarre—even absurd—but the purpose must not be nonsense.

The future Lu Mingfei became the Supreme, or rather, he always was the Supreme, then traveled back through timelines to save everything.

Good. Very spirited.

He’d seen plenty of Hollywood blockbusters, though all were pirated downloads—he’d never spent a penny at a theater—but that didn’t hinder his understanding of such sci-fi plots.

And now, present-day Lu Mingfei can travel to other worlds; this god who resurrected him, Su Shengguang Lin, also came from another world.

Oh ho ho, time-travel drama, isekai—not bad. He liked those too.

Finally, the future Lu Mingfei wanted to build a harem for his past self and conquer the world, but his brother, the Supreme, and present-day Lu Mingfei disagreed, so they recruited three allies from other worlds.

Now both sides are about to fight, so they resurrected him early to join the battle.

“Ah…”

The world changed too fast; this old dragon couldn’t keep up with the times.

Conquering the world wasn’t incomprehensible to a dragon’s dominant mindset, especially since this world had once been under the Supreme’s control, and He had the power to reclaim it all.

But this business of falling in love with humans…

For some reason, it felt absurd—even though as Ronald Tang he loved watching bikini girls, it didn’t stop Norton from finding this whole thing bizarre.

Could a Dragon King really fall in love with a human and want to have human babies…?

And the one involved? The Supreme, the pinnacle of dragonkind.

He was still confused.

“Who is this opponent?” Old Tang felt the ramen was too salty; imitating Old Lu’s eating style, he had Su Lin translate and ask the owner for a bowl of rice.

Morax, or Zhongli—a retired Earth God, now the Geo Archon and an immortal; Xiao Yan—a rejected-hero protagonist who can craft mushrooms and carries a grandfather as a power-up; Kleine Moretti—a semi-god of the weird, similar to Cthulhu-style.

After translating, Su Lin said to Old Tang: “Oh, by the way, I’m actually on their side too—but I won’t join direct combat. Maybe, perhaps. After all, my deal with Lu Mingze doesn’t include this.”

“And this fellow here is still my employer.”

“Damn…” Old Tang scooped up a bite of rice. “Your crew’s got some complicated elements.”

“How many tropes did you cram in?!”

Su Lin thought carefully. “Not that many.”

“Why’s the Archon also an immortal? Is he from the Sino-Western hybrid department too?” Old Tang felt other worlds really had everything.

“Forget it. Give me a phone and add me to the group. I’ll take my enhanced half-breeds as vanguard.”

“That McCullen…”

“Hey, that guy really ate his own brother, and now he’s eyeing me and Constantine. This debt needs settling!”

Old Tang’s eyes glinted with icy killing intent—he’d been scheming since awakening early, dragging them all into his plans, and now he wanted to devour Constantine’s dragon bones.

This fiend must be slain!

“No rush,” Old Lu finished his rice soaked in broth and wiped his lips. “Wait until your sister awakens. I’ve got a few things to handle these next few days—Su Lin will keep you company.”

“Which sister?”

“Jörmungandr.”

“She hasn’t awakened yet?”

“She woke up, then cocooned again.”

“Oh.”

After finishing the ramen, at the entrance of a mall, Old Tang shook his eyebrows while holding a new iPhone.

“Didn’t expect another upgrade—and the price went up too.”

“I’ll add you to the QQ group,” Su Lin said.

“Fine.” Even in other worlds there was QQ? This guy seemed awfully familiar with it.

【Golden Core Initiation Light God】 requests to add you as a friend.

Old Tang rubbed his eyes, confirmed he hadn’t misread, then glanced at Su Lin—the East Asian face.

“What’s wrong?” Su Lin asked.

“Do you guys all do this?” He pointed at the phone screen’s ID: “You into cultivation?”

“It’s not about trends—I really am a Golden Core cultivator,” Su Lin replied, then added: “Want to see my flying sword?”

“No thanks…”

Old Tang understood, at least a little, about diversified development.

【Dragon King of Bronze and Fire, Norton】 joined 【Beloved Family】

【Dragon King of Bronze and Fire, Norton】: Hello, oh hi, howdy—who came up with this stupid group name?

【The Supreme】: I did.

【Dragon King of Bronze and Fire, Norton】: So tacky.

The half-breeds watching the messages dared not speak, their minds filled with doubt—wasn’t Norton already defeated?

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“This is Ronald Tang. These are the people I mentioned earlier.”

“Zhongli.”

“Klein Moretti.”

“Xiao Yan.”

“Hello, I’m Norton—you can also call me Ronald Tang.”

Late at night, Su Lin said he was going out for late-night snacks, and Ronald Tang followed.

“Pleasure to meet you!” Klein strode forward and warmly shook Old Tang’s hand. “Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Perfect, neither have I. Want to grab a couple of beers later?”

“Sure.”

Every time Su Lin saw Klein, he felt something was off—how to put it? No matter what Klein said or did, he always wore the demeanor of a kind, gentle man.

Even in the group chat, he’d occasionally agree: “That’s right,” “Makes sense,” “Learned something.”

Was he always like this? This behavior—smoothly navigating human society, high emotional intelligence, getting along with everyone—

Su Lin looked at Zhongli and Xiao Yan, pointed at Klein, and asked: “Has he been unusually warm toward you lately? Compared to before?”

Hearing this, Klein stiffened his spine but maintained his cheerful facade using the Clown and Faceless Man’s abilities, chatting casually with Old Tang.

Zhongli thought for a moment. “Come to think of it, he paid for everything during our afternoon shopping.”

Xiao Yan added: “Even though it was all Lu Mingze’s money, he dragged us to karaoke.”

Su Lin stepped closer to Klein, eyes filled with mockery, studying the bookish, harmless-looking youth.

“So you’re about to ascend to Sainthood, huh? Little Su offers his congratulations in advance.”

“Master, you’re too kind—it’s still far off, very far off.”

“When’s the promotion?”

“.” Klein, seeing the situation, answered honestly: “Probably this month—the potion’s nearly digested.”

“Given our relationship, wouldn’t it be easy for you to pull a historical projection?”

“I just want to raise the success rate—fifty percent versus ninety-nine percent makes a big difference in battle,” Klein said, glancing at Old Tang, who looked utterly confused. “And adding more characters to the gacha pool wouldn’t hurt.”

“???”

(End of Chapter)