Dragon God In The Douluo Continent

When Xie Yulong reached the Dormitory Seven door, loud voices echoed from within.

He paused briefly, raising an eyebrow.

> "Sounds lively."

The door was half-open. He stepped forward and peeked inside.

The room was massive—easily over three hundred square meters in size. Beds were lined in rigid rows, about fifty in total. But only eleven had bedding. The rest were barren metal frames. Inside, children aged seven to twelve were scattered around, laughing, wrestling, tossing shoes—chaotic and free.

His entrance didn't go unnoticed.

The moment he crossed the threshold, every sound ceased. A dozen young eyes turned to him in unison. Their gazes swept over his snow-white hair, finely woven black robes stitched with silver thread, and the calm, effortless grace in his stride.

The silence wasn't awkward. It was reverent.

> "Noble."

They all thought it.

A broad-shouldered boy, clearly the oldest, stepped forward cautiously. "This is the dorm for working students. If you're looking for the advanced dorms—"

"I'm in the right place," Xie Yulong replied softly.

The boy blinked. "You… what?"

"I'm a working student," Yulong said with a faint smile.

Gasps followed. Confused murmurs spread like ripples.

A smaller boy whispered, "Did he say… working student?"

Xie Yulong looked around and shrugged lightly. "I came here to experience what it's like. Don't treat me like an outsider. Just treat me like anyone else."

The atmosphere eased. Shoulders dropped. Jaws unclenched.

"…You're weird," someone muttered, but with a grin.

The older boy gave a tentative nod. "I'm Wang Sheng. Martial soul: War Tiger. I'm the boss around here."

He patted his chest, half-proud.

"Name and spirit?"

"Xie Yulong. Martial soul: Dragon God."

The words landed like a thunderclap. Every head snapped up.

"Dragon what?"

"Did he just say God?"

Wang Sheng's brows twitched. "You serious? That sounds... ridiculous."

"Spirit hall accepted the name" Yulong replied plainly.

Now jaws dropped.

Wang Sheng coughed into his fist. "Ahem. Right. Well, we've got a rule here. The strongest is the boss. You're new. If you want the title—fight me."

His tone wasn't hostile. Just proud.

"No soul power. No martial soul. Fair?" Yulong offered.

Wang Sheng's grin widened. "That's how it should be!"

The others backed up to form a loose circle.

Whispering buzzed through the air like flies.

"New guy's gonna get floored."

"War Tiger's strong, man…"

Xie Yulong stepped into the center.

Wang Sheng charged in with practiced speed, fist aimed for Yulong's shoulder.

But in a blink, Yulong shifted—caught the wrist, twisted slightly—

> Over-the-shoulder throw.

Wang Sheng landed flat on his back with a muffled thud. It was clean. Gentle. Devastating.

Silence.

The dorm was frozen.

Wang Sheng blinked up at the ceiling. "...I blinked."

Yulong offered a hand. "You can keep the boss title if it matters."

Wang Sheng let out a sheepish laugh and took it.

"Nah. You're the boss now."

No complaints. No drama. Just a fact.

Right then, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Tang San stepped through the doorway—and froze.

His eyes landed on Xie Yulong standing amidst the crowd. For a second, he thought he was in the wrong dorm.

But seeing the basic robes on the other students… he realised he was in the right place.

> What is someone like him doing here?

Before Tang San could speak, Wang Sheng stepped up with a grin. "I'm Wang Sheng. Spirit: War Tiger. Head of Dorm Seven… well, I was."

Tang San nodded politely. "Tang San. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

A brief wave of stunned murmurs followed.

"Blue Silver Grass?"

"That weak plant?"

"Does that even awaken soul power?"

Their stares grew sceptical—but this time, none of them dared mock too loudly.

Wang Sheng grinned. "Let's not judge. We just had someone drop Dragon God as his martial soul. Anything goes now."

The whispers died instantly.

Tang San's eyes flickered toward Xie Yulong again. Dragon God?

Before he could ask, Wang Sheng motioned toward him. "This guy's Xie Yulong. Newest member. Also our boss. Don't let the clothes fool you—he's here to 'experience life.'"

Understanding dawned in Tang San's eyes.

> So that's it. He chose this.

A hint of respect slipped into his expression.

Wang Sheng added one more thing. "Our rule still stands: strongest is boss. If you want the spot, you gotta beat him."

Tang San hesitated. The thought was tempting… but then he remembered the sensation at the gate. The invisible pressure.

He let out a soft breath. "...I'll pass."

Wang Sheng laughed. "Smart guy."

Tang San quietly found an empty bed and sat down.

> Dragon God… I'll find out more soon enough.

At that moment, a voice rang out:

"Is this Room Seven?"

All heads turned.

A girl stood at the doorway.

She looked no older than Tang San, but her presence lit up the room. Rosy cheeks, neatly dressed in plain clothes, long black hair in a scorpion braid that swayed behind her. She was pretty—not in a delicate way, but in a glowing, honey-peach kind of way. Her bright eyes shimmered with curiosity.

The boys stared, stunned into silence.

Tang San whispered to Wang Sheng, "We live together?"

"Yeah. No gender separation at this age. Weird year—first no working students, now two boys and a goddess."

Then he grinned and nudged Xie Yulong. "Boss. Your time to shine."

Yulong glanced lazily. "I'm not here to scare bunnies."

The girl stepped forward, still smiling. "Hello! I'm Xiao Wu—Wu, as in dance."

Wang Sheng smiled. "Welcome! I'm Wang Sheng, martial soul: War Tiger."

She giggled. "Mine is Soft Bone Rabbit. A cute little white bunny."

Several boys exchanged glances—but remembered their earlier lesson and held back commentary.

Wang Sheng nodded. "We've got a rule here. The strongest is the boss. You wanna be the boss, you gotta defeat the current one."

Her eyes sparkled. "Ooh! Who's boss now?"

He pointed toward the window. "That guy—Xie Yulong."

Her eyes followed.

She saw him.

And she stood stunned.

Her soul trembled.

Her smile faltered, ever so slightly.

Inside her, her martial soul stirred—not in fear, but reverence.

She didn't understand why.

But she knew one thing.

> He's dangerous.

> He's familiar.

> He's the apex.

And Xie Yulong?

For the first time, he looked at her—truly looked.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, something ancient stirred between predator and prey.

Only this time… the prey was smiling.