The rift shimmered.
Blue and gold light swirled like smoke trapped in water, bending and folding around the form of a drifting soul—a speck of light adrift in the infinite dark.
Ethan Spencer's soul passed through.
There was no resistance. No sound. No fanfare.
Just a shift.
An instant of unbearable pressure.
Then—
Warmth.
A sudden, enveloping warmth, unlike anything he had felt in the vast, frozen emptiness of the dimensional gap.
The blackness behind him vanished.
The world around him was no longer an endless void—but a living vessel.
Walls of flesh. Rhythmic sounds.
The pulsing, echoing beat of a heart.
Soft. Deep. Protective.
He had entered a womb.
It was Ah Yin's womb.
The Same Woman he always wanted to Fuck
The rift had delivered him not merely into a world, but into a moment—a precise, intimate instant where life had only just begun. A spark of existence had taken root within a body—a forming embryo, fragile and unaware.
And into that spark, Ethan's soul poured.
Like ink seeping into paper.
Like breath into empty lungs.
The embryo pulsed weakly, a mere cluster of cells—barely more than potential.
But as Ethan's soul fused into it, the change began.
Not physical. Not yet.
But spiritual.
A surge of clarity moved through the forming life. The body, still microscopic, reacted to the soul's presence. The cells began to divide more rapidly, more smoothly. Patterns of growth aligned as if guided by a memory beyond biology.
It wasn't awareness.
It wasn't control.
It was assimilation.
Ethan's soul did not merely inhabit the embryo—it merged with it, fusing down to the deepest layer of spirit and flesh. He wasn't riding a body. He was becoming the body.
Within the darkness of Ah Yin's womb, there was no outside world. No time. No voice.
Only rhythm.
Only warmth.
Only growth.
And at the center of it all—a soul that was no longer just Ethan, but Ethan-Spencer-reborn.
He did not awaken.
He did not remember.
He simply became.
Ah Yin herself, far above and unaware, moved through the forest of her exile. Her body glowed faintly with the hidden power of a once-sacred Blue Silver Empress, but now… a new light pulsed faintly within her.
She didn't understand it yet.
She didn't know what kind of life had taken root inside her.
But it was there.
Growing.
Changing.
Alive.
And so Ethan's journey into Douluo Dalu did not begin with battle.
It began in silence, in womb-deep darkness, in the cradle of the woman who he always wanted to impregenate and had lewd thoughts for
He was no longer drifting.
He was anchored.
Bound to flesh.
Bound to time.
Bound to the slow, inevitable path of life.
Lets see whether Ethan Spencer will het his wish of fucking Ah Yin true in this life