章 1: Chapter 1: The Clan of Po - The Breakthrough
Chapter 1: The Clan of Po - The Breakthrough
My name is Yang Potian, just an average working man.
How average? Well, I'm nearly 35, over a decade since I graduated from vocational college, and I've achieved... absolutely nothing. When I first stepped into society, I was full of hope, but now I'm drowning in debt. I've worked in factories, done sales, managed teams, and tried e-commerce. Over time, I've grown numb to it all.
Since I was a kid, my biggest passion has been martial arts. I've always dreamed of living the life of a martial arts hero. To pursue this dream, I learned martial arts, practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and even trained with weapons. Unlike most people who are drawn to swords and blades, I've always preferred firearms. To me, swords seem too small, not "manly" enough, while guns feel much more powerful. I've always dreamed of the days in ancient times when men would roam the world with a silver spear, riding on a white horse.
Nowadays, I spend my days at work and my nights alone in my rented apartment, watching TV, anime, or the occasional movie. Recently, I got really into Douluo Dalu, an anime filled with passion and energy. But as someone who's been through a bit, on my second viewing, I started noticing holes in the plot. I went back to read the original novel and then dove into countless fanfics, only to realize just how many plot gaps there were in the original story. It was almost enough to make my worldview collapse a little.
One day, out of sheer boredom, I was watching something in my rented room. Just when I was really getting into it, the power suddenly went out.
"What's going on?" I muttered in frustration. "Why does this place keep having blackouts? Did the circuit breaker trip again?"
I opened the window to check, and the other apartments still had power. So, I grabbed a wobbly old stool, stood on it to get a better look, and sure enough, the breaker had tripped. I reached up to flip it back on, but just as I did, a surge of electricity coursed through me. I was shocked so badly that I fell right off the stool and blacked out.
It felt like I was sinking into an endless darkness, unable to breathe. Was I... in an emergency room?
Suddenly, a burst of light pierced through my vision, followed by a cacophony of voices. "It's born! It's finally born!"
The next thing I knew, someone was holding me, and my whole world spun. I squinted, looking up, and realized I was in the arms of an elderly man. He had a rugged face with a prominent scar across it. His expression seemed oddly familiar. Isn't this Yang Wudi from Douluo Dalu?
I looked at myself and saw that I was cradled in his arms. I tried moving my hands and feet, but I was weak and small, like an infant.
Wait—these are baby's hands. What's going on? All I did was get a shock! How did I end up in the world of Douluo Dalu?
I tried to speak, but only managed a soft whimper, like a baby's cry. Then, everything went dark again as I drifted back to sleep.
Days passed in a cycle of sleeping and waking. I gradually came to understand that I'd somehow transmigrated into the world of Douluo Dalu, and I was now the grandson of Yang Wudi, from the Po Clan. My name? Yang Potian. My father's name is Yang Zhentian, and my mother's name is Niu Jinfeng. She's apparently from the Yu Clan, and she's tall, broad-shouldered, and just as strong as my dad. I even heard she's the daughter of Niu Gao, the clan leader of the Yu Clan.
I only gathered bits and pieces from overhearing conversations. After all, as a newborn, I couldn't exactly ask questions. For now, my main job was just to eat, sleep, and grow.
Luckily, my mom's strong frame meant she was more than capable of keeping me well-fed, so my days passed in blissful, uninterrupted sleep. Not that I could really change anything yet; I was still just a baby, unable to speak, and even my cries were weak and feeble.
At this time, the Haotian Sect was the most powerful clan in the world, with the Po Clan as its leading branch. Yang Wudi, my grandfather, was the Haotian Sect's elder of the outer sect, a high-ranking position indeed.
As the only grandson in the family, we had a constant flow of visitors. I saw many different faces, including clan leaders Bai He of the Min Clan, Titan of the Li Clan, and Niu Gao, my maternal grandfather, from the Yu Clan. I even saw some of the main members of the Haotian Sect, like Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Tang Hao's wife, Ah Yin. Just like in the anime, both Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were tall, powerfully built men radiating strength. Tang Hao looked nothing like the worn-down version of himself from Saint Soul Village; here, he was ruggedly handsome, no wonder he won over someone as beautiful as Ah Yin. Ah Yin was gentle and stunning, and even held me in her arms.
Too bad I was still a baby, unable to feel much of anything. My only impression of her was that she felt soft, full of life.
At least at this point, Ah Yin wasn't pregnant. For now, things were calm and safe. As for the future... well, I was just a baby. Nothing I could do about it.
My days continued in a blur of eating and sleeping. After six months, I started making sounds, managing to say simple words like "Papa," "Mama," and "Grandpa." The whole family was ecstatic, especially my grandfather Yang Wudi, who would spin me around in circles until I got dizzy. But he loved it.
I also started trying to walk, but I could only take a few wobbly steps, which reassured my mom that I'd be safe under her watchful eye.
Since I could now call out to people, I was weaned off milk. My mom, Niu Jinfeng, wasn't thrilled about it; she believed babies grow faster with more milk. But honestly, as a soul already over 35 years old, it felt strange to keep drinking breast milk.
My dad seemed happy, too, bringing home plenty of soul beast meat, making nourishing meat soups every day. I wasn't sure if he was happy for me or if he had other reasons, but these soups were incredibly rich in energy. After eating, I always felt revitalized, full of vigor. No wonder the foundations of children from noble families are so much stronger than average. Just the soul beast meat alone had much more energy than regular food, not to mention the training systems these families have in place.
After another six months, I was speaking more clearly and could walk on my own, with a smooth, steady gait. My mom, ever the protective one, hovered close behind like a mother hen.
(End of Chapter)
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