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Douluo Dalu: Ōtsutsuki?

นักเขียน: Emerging

บท 1: Chapter 1: Wong Yazhu

*Ghasp* A girl opened her eyes with a gasp, her breath ragged as she breathed heavily. She shot up into a sitting position, holding her head as her eyes looked around, unfocused.

The last thing she remembered was a tree falling on her after lightning struck it on a rainy day. She died hearing the rain hitting the ground, and now she was awake?

"I didn't die---" She froze. This wasn't her voice. 'Injury?' She thought the injury from the tree might have caused her voice to change, but this was too different. Too feminine.

She touched his throat. No Adam's apple, and feeling around his neck, he found it skinny. Confused, he slowly looked down at his arm. Wheat-colored skin and hands as small as a child's.

A voice that wasn't his. An arm too small to be his. 'What is this?' He thought, confused and horrified. His hair fell in front of his face, causing him to jump back in fright, his back hitting the headboard of his bed.

"That fucking hurt!" Growling, he pulled his hair, only to wince in pain and let it go. "What is this?" He looked down at his body. He was dressed in a white gown on a small bed with a colorful bed sheet. 'Reincarnation?'

Once that thought entered his mind, a shock went through his body, going from his brain down to the tip of his toe and back up to his brain, causing his body to become stiff.

Memories flooded his mind like a tsunami, not painful but royally uncomfortable. He learned he had been reincarnated into the world of Douluo Dalu, a novel he had read in his past life.

He didn't remember much about the novel since he read it about three years ago, which was a shame. He was born in a world named Douluo Dalu,' a weird name for a planet, and on this planet, everyone has something called Martial Souls. Everyone receives their martial soul after awakening at the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony at age 6, and people who have soul power when their martial soul has awakened can train to become spirit masters.

The body was born six years ago in a village named Holy Spirit Village, a small village with roughly three hundred households. It is a vast expanse of farmland mainly producing grain and vegetables, which all goes to supply a nearby city, Nuoding City. This village is called Holy Spirit because, in legend, a hundred years ago, a holy ranked spirit's spirit master came from there, thus giving it its name.

From the body's memory, there is a boy living here known as Tang San, who he immediately recognized as the protagonist of the novel. 'But that doesn't matter.' The man laughed.

The real problem is that he had reincarnated into the body of a six-year-old GIRL! "Why?" He mumbled, reaching under his gown to search for his family jewels. There was only a slit there.

Once he felt it, he leaned over his bed and vomited on the ground. The bitter bile flowed from his mouth, splashing on the ground beside his bed. After a few seconds, he cleaned his mouth with his bedsheet, utterly disgusted.

He just touched a child's genitalia.

He knew it was his body, but it was disgusting. Utterly appalling. He sat back down on the bed, tears flowing from his eyes. Not only did he die a fucking virgin, not only did he die without once getting any girlfriends, he entered the body of a little girl.

Tears rushed down his eyes, with snorts flowing from his nose as he stared at the ceiling. "I should have stayed dead." He whimpered. He didn't want this new life. He really didn't. Life was already difficult back on Earth, and now he has come to this world where the strong rule the weak. He came to a planet ruled by the crazy woman, Bibi Dong.

He came to this world just to die in a few years as a cannon folder.

"Ah, fuck." He brought his knees to his face. "Should I kill myself?" As much as that thought came to his mind, he knew he was too cowardly to do it, just like how he was too scared to kill himself back on Earth.

He stayed there for a while before calming down. There was nothing he could do, and he was too pussy to kill himself, so might as well live in this world. Besides, Who knows if he might get a powerful martial spirit?

'Haha.' He laughed. "I doubt that." Even though he did manage to get one, the chance of him even having a soul power was even less. If he had a potentially powerful martial soul with no soul power, how could he cultivate it? He would have to live in this village as a farmer for the rest of his life until he died.

'Or I can marry someone rich---' The thought crossed his mind, causing him to let out another round of vomit over the side of his bed.

Just then, the door opened, and a young woman walked in. She stood around 162 cm tall with wheat-colored skin tone, black hair tied up into a bun, and a rather pretty face with narrow jaw, brown eyes, a green apron dress with a white long sleeve under shirt.

"Rise and shine--" She stopped when she noticed her daughter throwing up and rushed to her. "What's wrong, baby?"

She was worried as she saw her daughter vomiting with tears and snort staining her face. She quickly grabbed her daughter, who was about to fall off the bed, not caring that her clothes were stained with vomit.

"You are burning." The woman gasped, feeling the back of her daughter's hot neck. "When did you get sick, Wong Yazhu?"

Wong Yazhu didn't reply as he pushed his 'mother' away, staring at her confused. Being hugged out of nowhere was not something he was used to.

The woman looked at her daughter's confused face, smiling. "It's alright. I am right here." She grabbed her daughter's cheek, feeling the heat. "You must have eaten something bad when you were out to play."

The man started breathing heavily, and then his eyes rolled to the back of his eyes, blacking out.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, lying on a bed that was quite hard. He watched at the ceiling silently before slowly sitting up. He looked down at himself, noticing his clothes had changed. His 'mother' must have taken care of it.

He was also on a larger bed with a more bland, brown bedsit. He must have been moved while asleep. The man sighed, leaning his back on the headrest, staring at the window, the morning sunlight high in the sky.

He had calmed down. Now that he looked back, his reaction was a bit extreme. 'How could I immediately think of killing myself? Am I dumb?' he thought to himself. 'This is a new life, a chance to live a better life.' It was always like this. He would overreact, and after calming down, he would think back and feel stupid.

Still, he couldn't really get over the fact he was now in a girl's body. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he sighed once more. 'As long as I have a good martial soul- no. As long as I have soul power, I will be good.' Right now, what martial soul he gets doesn't matter. It's only his soul power he cares about.

He could make do with whatever he gets as long as he can cultivate. "If I can cultivate, I will just stick to Tang San." he decided. Tang San was the protagonist. It might be dangerous following him since there are protagonists who bring either danger or fountains to those around them.

Tang San, however, was the latter. All his friends later became Gods, and if he stuck close, he knew he would become one too. "Yeah, that's right." He decided, a smile forming on his face. "Stick to mister reincarnation and become a God."

That was his plan. A plan with no backbone, but it was a plan nonetheless.

Turning his eyes from the window, the man climbed off the bed, almost falling due to the massive height difference. From 200 cm, he had shrunk to a measly 100 cm. He quickly caught himself by holding the bed, and it didn't take long for his mind to adjust to the body due to his memory.

Walking slowly, he made his way around the bed and stood in front of the window, staring at his reflection. The person that stared back at him had a small face with brown eyes, smooth, wheat-colored skin with some baby fat cheeks and black hair that fell on the shoulders.

A cannon folder appearance.

No special eyes or hair color. Just mundane. "Haha." He wasn't optimistic about getting any soul power. But staring at his appearance, it dawned on him.

He was now in a new body, the body of Wong Yazhu, a six-year-old girl. From Noah to Wong Yazhu. 'How did she die when I entered her body?' He thought, but just then, the door to the room opened.

Wong Yazhu looked back to see his mother walk into the room with a bowl filled with water and a towel.She had changed her apron dress to a brown one. "You are awake?" She asked, dropping the bowl and towel on the nightstand beside the bed and rushing towards her daughter.

Wong Yazhu smiled at his 'mother.' "Sorry for making you scared, mommy. I just had a nightmare."

"A nightmare made you vomit?" The woman, known as Wong An, asked, kneeling in front of her daughter and placing her forehead on Wong Yazhu's forehead. "Huh?"

"I am fine, mommy." Wong Yazhu giggled.

"You aren't hot anymore..." Wong An mumbled, moving her head back to stare at her daughter's bright eyes. "Just earlier, you looked extremely sick."

"It was a nightmare." Wong Yazhu repeated, frowning with downcast eyes. "I don't remember what I was dreaming about." She mumbled.

Noticing her daughter feeling down, Wong An quickly smiled, picking up her daughter by her side and standing up. "I made potage for you. I know you are hungry."

"I am, mommy." Wong Yazhu smiled, all her sadness washing away. "Mommy's potage is so good!"

"Haha, I knew you would like it." Wong An walked out of the room, entering a short hallway that led to two other rooms, one being Wong Yazhu's parents room and the other being the bathroom. On one end of the hallway was a door that led to the backyard, and the other end opened up to the living room. "You are just like your father. Always happy for portage."

"That's because it is the best food in the world." Wong Yazhu shouted, with her mother smiling.

Placing her daughter down on the dining table, she quickly dished out the portage for her daughter to eat, handing the little girl the spoon. "Eat while I hang the clothes to dry."

"Ok, mommy." Wong Yazhu picked up the spoon and began eating as her mother turned to leave.

She left the dining room, entered the hallway, and walked to the other end. Once the backyard door opened, Wong Yazhu's eyes changed, seeming to become darker, his back hunched, his whole demeanor changing from a six-year-old girl to the 20-year-old man he was. He was always a good actor, so acting like 'Prime Wong Yazhu' wasn't a problem, especially since he had all her memories.

He slowly ate the potage, which was stupidly bland. It tasted like shit compared to the food he had eaten back on Earth, but for this village, it can be considered 'exquisite.'

Swallowing the bland food, he began to think. 'From Prime Wong Yazhu's memory, tomorrow is the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, which will decide my fate.' He chewed the meat, swallowing it. 'I already know what I would do if I get soul power, but what about if I don't?'

That was a problem. He couldn't just stay in this village and farm for the rest of his life. He would die from boredom. He was already fidgeting because he didn't have his phone to use while eating. Staying here might just finally give him the strength to kill himself due to how boring it will be.

'Explore the world?' Yeah, nope. 'I will just be a walking balloon.' But if he can't explore, what CAN he do? "Nothing..." He mumbled. 'I guess I will just have to kill myself if I have no soul power. That would be as good as being dead.'

Pushing the depressing thought away, he got to the real problem. "Even though I have soul power, how should I get close to Tang San?" He asked himself.

There were about 13 around 6-year-olds in the village, and Prime Wong Yazhu was friends with a group of four girls. They normally see Tang San, who is always by himself, but she has never spoken to him. She only knows his name because she had overheard the village elder talking to him, telling his dad to forge a new shovel.

"I can just disguise it as me staying close to him because we are the only ones with soul power." He nodded. "Yeah, that works--"

His demeanor suddenly changed as he heard his mother rushing through the hallway. She entered the kitchen, water dripping from her hand as Wong Yazhu looked back at her mother, confused.

"What's wrong, mommy?" She asked, her spoon in her mouth.

Her mother looked around, asking. "Was someone in here?"

"Me?" Wong Yazhu asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"No, not you." Wong An shook her hand, mumbling. "It felt like there was someone else in this house."

She smiled at her daughter. "Looks like you have already finished your portage. Do you want more?"

Wong Yazhu quickly nodded. "Yes!"

Wong An cleaned her hand on her apron, walked up to the table, and picked up the plate to refill it. With her back to her daughter, Wong Yazhu frowned.

'I need to be careful.' He thought, and just then, Wong An's head snapped around, looking around at the kitchen while her daughter watched her mother in confusion. "What's wrong, mommy."

"Nothing." She frowned as she filled up the bowl. 'What's wrong with me?'