Douluo Dalu 2: Reincarnated as the Auspicious Beast

"I think I dreamed of a little girl with pink and blue hair…" Wang Dong furrowed his brows, trying to recall the nightmare he had just experienced.

The dream had already become somewhat blurry. The more he tried to remember, the more everything within it slipped away, like sand held in his palm, sifting through his fingers. The harder he tried, the more indistinct it became.

Yet, the eerie and terrifying feeling remained deeply imprinted in his mind, clear as ever.

It was like having a spider clinging to his back or a toad crawling across his foot—just the attempt to recall it sent chills down his spine.

He remembered that his dream was filled with large, indistinct, yet dazzlingly vibrant colors—gold, blue, pink, green, purple… The silhouettes, unclear yet strikingly vivid, swayed through his dream.

But those brightly colored patches were like the random scribbles of a child or as if someone had smeared them into a blur. There was no discernible pattern or meaning. Wang Dong couldn't make sense of what those color blocks represented, but he distinctly felt a sense of loss within his dream—like he had lost something incredibly precious.

The only clear figure in the dream was a beautiful girl, about his age, with long, wavy pink and blue hair, wearing a pink dress.

She moved freely among the dazzling color patches, proud and unrestrained, like a young bird nurtured by love, or like a joyful breeze—carefree and untamed.

With just one glance at her, Wang Dong felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if she were his long-lost sister… No, even more intimate than that.

Wang Dong even felt that the girl was himself.

The perspective in the dream was strange. At times, he seemed to be watching the girl from above, and at other times, he was the girl, seeing the vivid world through her eyes.

In truth, Wang Dong had never told anyone that every time he looked into the mirror, the pink and blue-haired boy staring back at him always felt unfamiliar.

He always had the strange feeling that this was not how he was supposed to look.

Sometimes, he even experienced an odd sense of displacement—almost as if he was supposed to be… a girl.

For example, he liked pretty dresses and hair accessories. Whenever he saw others wearing them, he would take an extra glance, wondering if they would look good on him.

Or, when he went to the restroom, he would feel an inexplicable discomfort seeing other boys there.

But he never understood why he had these thoughts… Could it be that something strange had happened in his past?

Yet his childhood memories were like a thick fog—whenever he tried to recall them, he came up with nothing.

A few days ago, he had written to his two fathers at the Haotian Sect to ask about this. Their response was that he was born weak and had suffered a severe illness at the age of three, which had caused some memory loss. His parents had left the sect in search of medicine to cure him.

Wang Dong wasn't entirely convinced by this explanation. He had always felt that his memory was excellent—ever since a month before school started, he hadn't forgotten a single thing. So why couldn't he remember his childhood at all?

He had a vague feeling that his two fathers were lying to him… But that was probably just his imagination. Those two loved him more than anything—how could they possibly deceive him?

"…So, was it that little girl who did something?" Seeing Wang Dong lost in thought and silent for so long, An Wen couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked.

"Huh?" Wang Dong blinked, snapping out of his daze before continuing, "Not really… After I saw that little girl, I also saw a blurry green forest. In the middle of the trees, there was a golden soul beast running. It was huge, kind of like a big dog… or maybe a wolf. I can't quite remember, but I do remember that it was beautiful—pure golden, like the radiance of the sun."

"And then?" An Wen raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Then I seemed to hear a man speaking… but I can't remember exactly what he said." Wang Dong hesitated before adding, "But that part isn't important."

Taking a deep breath, his voice trembled slightly. "The little girl and the soul beast both disappeared, and I saw a monster."

A faint trace of fear and disgust flickered in Wang Dong's pink-blue eyes.

"What kind of monster?" An Wen pressed.

Even Jiang Lan's expression showed a hint of curiosity.

"It was like… someone forcibly mashed that golden soul beast and the little girl together. They melted into each other, forming something new." Wang Dong rubbed his arms, murmuring softly, "Just thinking about it doesn't sound that terrifying. But… do you understand that feeling? One moment, I saw the little girl and the golden soul beast, both living happily. Then, in the next moment, they melted together like two scoops of ice cream, becoming one dirty, grotesque thing."

He shivered.

The monster in the dream had the body of the golden soul beast, but its head was covered in long, damp, wavy pink-blue hair—like strands of wet seaweed draped over its golden fur.

It exuded a chilling, deathly aura.

The golden soul beast's sharp snout had no fangs; instead, it had rows of perfectly white, human-like teeth, making it even more unsettling.

Bizarre and grotesque.

And those eyes—the monster's eyes were a blank, ghostly white, with no pupils. Yet in the center of each eye, there was a golden mark.

What kind of mark was it? Wang Dong couldn't recall such details anymore.

"Then… the monster spoke. It said, 'Big brother, come play.'" Wang Dong murmured. "I don't know why it said that, but it was truly eerie…"

"Doesn't sound that scary," An Wen shrugged.

Wang Dong opened his mouth slightly.

In the end, he still didn't tell them about the second half of his dream—it was simply too absurd. He had dreamed that the stitched-together monster had replaced him.

He watched as the four-legged beast stood upright like a human, blending into his group of friends, completely taking over his identity.

In the dream, his friends accepted the creature without question, fully believing that the stitched-up abomination was him. As he recalled this scene, an overwhelming panic surged within him.

Suddenly, a slender, cool hand covered Wang Dong's eyes.

"Everything in dreams is false—don't be afraid," Jiang Lan said.

Her cold, clear voice was like a refreshing spring, yet it carried a certain unwavering strength that dispersed the unease in Wang Dong's heart.

A sense of security washed over him.