Lorne was stunned by this third arm. He was curious his new father called him a five-clawed golden dragon. Doing the math he realized if you counted his two feet and three hands, that added up to five. However, looking at his hands and feet he didn't see any claws.

All he saw were chubby baby feet and hands. The third hand was also cute, but it was bizarre. Unlike his other hands, he had three fingers and two thumbs. There was no top of the hand. The hand was flexible, and the fingers could make a fist in either direction.

The arm was unlimited in the directions it could bend. It went up, down, left, right, diagonal, it could even twist in a three-hundred and sixty degrees circle. Lorne thought this arm was more like a tentacle with fingers than an arm. It didn't even have an elbow!

Lorne discovered He could suck the arm back into his chest until only the hand was exposed, but the hand followed the contours of the chest. If he had a tight t-shirt on no one would be able to tell he had an extra hand. Convenient!

At that moment, Lorne wondered what he looked like. He saw a mirror to the right of his father, so he flew over and hovered in front of the mirror. Lorne was a little surprised by what he saw.

"I'm a Chinese Dragon Baby!" He exclaimed.

"I'm also naked!" Lorne said as he suddenly covered his nether regions. "Can I have some pants?"

Lorne's New father grabbed a onesie sitting on the table and put it on, Lorne. Lorne looked back at the mirror and noticed he was now dressed in a cutesy dragon sleeper. The opening for his face was in the middle of the open mouth of the dragon.

"A little on the nose isn't it father?" asked Lorne.

For the first time, smiles appeared on the faces of Lorne's new father and mother. The pair was ecstatic! The baby was a little strange, but he recognized his parents, or at least his father.

"Call me mother!" Lorne's new mother pleaded.

"Mother," Lorne said with a smile.

The pair danced around the room because they were so happy. Soon, Lorne was swept up in the celebration. Lorne was a considerate person. Any lesser person would have asked them to calm down and stop touching him. Mentally, Lorne was an adult. However, physically, he was a newborn.

Lorne recognized this pair expected a baby, not an adult. Their affection was real and so was their happiness. Never hit someone smiling at you. This is the second time Lorne had thought of this saying.

He owed gratitude towards this couple just as he owed his original parents gratitude. He had every obligation to behave like their child. He would do his best. Looking back at himself in the mirror he knew his role as a dragon baby wasn't going to be easy.

"Xiong'er, what did you mean by Chinese Dragon baby?" Lorne's mother eventually asked.

Lorne suddenly realized she might be talking to him. He looked back at her and pointed at himself.

"I'm Xiong'er?" Lorne asked.

"Yes," his mother said nodding her head.

Xiong'er is an interesting name Lorne thought. "What's my family name?" he asked.

"Ying," his father proudly said.

"So, I'm Xiong'er Ying," Lorne said.

"Ying Xiong," his father corrected.

"Oh yes, we're Chinese and our names are backward. Hey, didn't you just say my name is Xiong'er...?" Lorne asked.

"Xiong'er is an affectionate form of your name," said his mother.

"Oh, it's a silly name for kids. Got it," said Lorne, trying to wrap his mind around everything.

"Xiong'er, you once again called yourself Chinese. What's that?" Lorne's mother asked again.

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Lorne realized his mistake. He was using his thinking from his last world to understand this one. He was confusing the language, race, and culture in this world with his old one. ‘Was there even race in this place? Maybe everyone was Chinese here...or was race identifiable as dragons? Complicated.’

Lorne noticed his parents looking at him expectantly. Lorne figured he might as well be honest and explain things. These were his parents, and perhaps they would understand he was a traveler from another world. He hoped it wouldn't be too much of a blow.

If they took it weird he could always pretend it was silly baby talk he thought.

"Mother, Father, the truth is I am not from this world. I have already led a life before this one. In my world, I was an adult of 32 years old when I died. I hope you can understand if I don't seem too babyish but overly mature," said Lorne.

Unexpectedly, Lorne's new parents didn't appear shocked or disappointed. Instead, they started laughing. Both kept saying, "how cute," and his Father did an imitation of a little guy. "Hims a big thirty-two-year-old boy. Look at me I'm all grown up, I'm thirty-two!"

Lorne's mother laughed even more at the antics of his father. She held her sides and snorted a couple of times. Hearing his wife's laughter, Lorne's father ramped up his play acting.

Hiking up his pants he said lots of typical kid things like ‘he was a big boy,’ ‘he was hungry,’ and ‘he didn't want to take a nap.’ Lorne just sighed as he listened to the couple. Finally, the two stopped laughing and looked at the unimpressed Lorne.

"I don't get it," Lorne said.

"Xiong'er, son, thirty-two is really young for a dragon. You won't even hit puberty until you're around thirteen thousand years old," Lorne's father said.

Lorne was surprised by the ridiculously huge number. “Well, how long do I have to be a baby?" he asked.

"Just three or four thousand years," Lorne's mother said to her exasperated son.

"Three or four thousand years! You don't expect me to run around in onesies for four thousand years, do you?" Lorne asked.

"No, just a few hundred years," his father said seriously.

Lorne completely blanked at this. The Invincible Hero, doomed to several hundred years in a onesie. If all those humans who idolized him so much in the past could see him now. Lorne was really depressed. First, he spent ten thousand years in an egg, and now he would be treated as a baby for three or four thousand years.

A thought suddenly occurred to Lorne. "You two don't seem too upset I'm reincarnated, or is it because you don't believe me?" Lorne asked.

"We believe you, it's just not very surprising," said Lorne's mother.

"It's not surprising, why's that?" Lorne asked.

"It happens a lot among children born into my clan," said his mother trying to be patient.

"What clan is that?" Lorne asked.

"The Wu Di Clan," his mother said.

His mother's answer wasn't nearly as helpful as Lorne had hoped. Lorne's father, the Emperor, was right. He needed to learn how to ask better questions.

"Mother, you aren't a Dragon. Could you tell me what species our Wu Di clan is?" asked Lorne.

"Why would you say I'm not a Dragon?" his mother asked.

Oops, Lorne had too much information even for someone who reincarnated. He thought for a moment before responding. "I just noticed both father and I have horns and metallic colored eyes whereas you don't," Lorne said.

"What a clever baby, smart like your mother," Lorne's father said.

"You're right, I'm not a dragon. Not a dragon, like your father at least. My Wu Di clan is very special. We are a clan of Chamono Dragons.”

"Chamono Dragons?" Lorne repeated.

"Yes, it's a little difficult to explain. We are a hidden race," Lorne's mother revealed.

"Xiong'er, it's good you brought this up. We need to discuss the Hydra in the room," Lorne's father said.

"What's wrong father?" Lorne could see every time he called his father or his mother by their proper title, they were happy. He kept using the terms to bring them closer. Maybe they would be more willing to answer his questions.

"Xiong'er there are two things no one can know until you get strong enough to protect yourself or at least until you're strong enough to run away," Lorne's father said.

Lorne looked at his mother who had a worried look in her eyes. Lorne knew it was serious from the way his parents behaved. "Okay, what are those two things?" Lorne asked.

"The first thing is no one can know your mother comes from the Wu Di clan. They have been hunted for millions of years and are practically extinct. If anyone found out your mother was from Wu Di, they would do their best to capture her and then torture her to find the location of the rest of the clan. Do not ever reveal your mother's origins. As far as everyone is concerned, your mother is a half-dragon," Lorne's father said.

"Of course, I'll never say anything," Lorne said.

"The second thing is you're a Five-Clawed golden dragon. If word reached the Dragon Empire, they would take you away from us and we would never see you again. They would immediately launch an investigation into our family and would naturally discover the identity of your mother. Five-Clawed Golden Dragons are as mythical and unique as humans. They are almost impossible to find. The Dragon Clan would raise you like a little Emperor, but they would never let us near you, especially when they find out who your mother is. The main problem is I just don't know how to conceal your identity," admitted Lorne's father.

Lorne thought about it for a few moments before finally answering. "How about I do this," Lorne said.

Immediately Lorne's horns and irises turned silver. Lorne pulled down the onesie, so they could see his chest change as the little third hand vanished before their eyes. Lorne pulled the onesie back up as he looked at his parents. "How's that?" Lorne asked innocently.

Lorne's new parents were completely floored by this nonchalant action of their son.

"Holy Dragon Turd!" Lorne's father suddenly cried out.