“Man-goat, go to hell!”
This was Huo Yuhao’s last sentence in the Man-Goat game room.
An orphan since childhood, he opened his eyes to a familiar scene and instantly realized that he had died suddenly from pulling an all-nighter and transmigrated into the world of the Land of the End.
But just as he figured out what was going on, and was about to listen to the Man-Goat’s game introduction so he could obediently act as Xia’s sidekick, his head was suddenly blown off by that bastard in the goat mask.
Now, he had no idea what was happening.
He could only feel his soul being swept up by a giant blood-red bell, as if he had arrived in a completely different world.
Meanwhile, outside the Star Dou Great Forest, a frail teenager lay unconscious.
As his life force faded, his subconscious mind was left with nothing but deep unwillingness and the endless malice of fate.
[I heard the echo of fate!!]
The massive sound of a bell echoed throughout the entire Star Dou Great Forest.
The oppressive and fateful ring made countless spirit beasts tremble uncontrollably, forcing them to prostrate themselves on the ground.
Beneath the Lake of Life, the Silver Dragon King—possessor of world-shocking wisdom—suddenly awakened from her slumber.
The nine-colored dragon scales on her massive body shimmered with a dangerously captivating light.
Aside from the time ten thousand years ago when the world changed colors and the gods ascended, this was the first time she had ever felt the emergence of an uncontrolled power of fate.
Her enormous, thousands-of-meters-long body trembled, and the oppressive aura of the co-ruler of spirit beasts enveloped the entire Lake of Life.
“Di Tian, investigate this for me!” “Yes, My Lord.”
On the other side of the forest, a massive white grub was desperately hiding underground, fleeing toward the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.
A tall figure with long, aqua-blue hair was secretly monitoring the entire Douluo Planet from the Divine Realm’s core.
That’s right, this person was none other than the “Pure and Noble Sea God and pseudo-Asura God, temporary administrator of the Divine Realm’s core, totally-unselfish Tang San.”
Suddenly, a deafening bell rang in his ears.
The power of fate instantly fell into chaos.
The rising new star of Douluo was suddenly obscured by a mysterious power, preventing him from peering into it any longer.
“Who is it?
Who dares to ruin my grand plan?!
You have already found a way to die!” Tang San, the God King who supposedly never interfered with the lower realms but was currently using the Divine Realm’s core authority to monitor Douluo Planet, flew into a sudden rage.
Some time ago, he noticed a new star rising on Douluo Planet.
All his layouts had been properly arranged, and he was just about to intervene.
But now, fate had suddenly become blurry and shrouded in mist.
How was he supposed to guide the Child of Destiny of Douluo Planet onto the “right path”?
How could he successfully carry out his ten-thousand-year grand plan?
This concerned the revival of the Tang Sect and his own grand design.
His own daughter had secretly split her soul and been arranged to go to the lower realm; he had even laid backup plans involving his parents.
How could he be willing to let this go?
But before God King Tang could stabilize the chaotic power of fate in the Divine Realm’s core, the situation here had already caught the attention of the God of Destruction, who was constantly watching.
“Sea God, you actually dare to secretly interfere with the development of the lower realm?”
Tang San thought to himself that things were looking bad.
The God of Destruction was actually watching him.
By this time, most of the gods in the Divine Realm had also noticed the situation and were rushing over from their respective residences.
Xiao Wu—the Asura Sword Scabbard, star-fury, and lover who hadn’t even had time to fully resurrect—also came to Tang San’s side with a worried expression.
The gods who arrived split into two factions, standing beside the God of Destruction and the Sea God Tang San, respectively.
The God of Destruction looked furious.
The Divine Realm’s core had always been jointly managed by the five Great God Kings, but since the Gods of Good and Evil didn’t care about matters, the management rights had been temporarily handed over to Tang San.
The God of Destruction had just casually sensed the area, only to see the power of fate rioting on Douluo Planet under the core’s management, and coincidentally caught Tang San monitoring the planet.
How could this be allowed?!
Tang San hurriedly explained, “Destruction, I am also investigating this matter.
It’s not what you think.”
But the God of Destruction didn’t buy it at all and gave a cold snort.
“The evidence is conclusive, yet you still quibble.
If everyone in the Divine Realm acted like you, wouldn’t there be chaos?”
Xiao Wu wanted to explain things for her “Third Brother,” but she was stopped by a glare from the God of Destruction.
The meaning was clear: What are you?
A plush toy like you has no right to speak here.
“Sea God, your selfish desires are too heavy.
You no longer have the qualifications to manage the Divine Realm’s core.
Today, all the gods are present, and you have no defense.
Hand over the management rights to the Divine Realm’s core!”
How could Tang San be willing to become fish on a chopping block?
His mind spun, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure.
“Destruction, the Divine Realm’s core has always been managed by the five Great God Kings in rotation.
Now that Good and Evil are absent, you targeting me like this…
could it be that you covet the authority of the Divine Realm’s core?”
“Bullshit!” Destruction hadn’t expected this guy to be so shameless.
Just as the atmosphere reached a boiling point, the Goddess of Life stepped forward.
With a sigh, she walked to the God of Destruction’s side and gave Tang San a meaningful look.
“Alright.
The riot in the power of fate on Douluo Planet is not solely the Sea God’s fault.
The most urgent task is to untangle the power of fate and stabilize the Divine Realm’s core.”
Destruction huffed angrily, silently complaining about “Little Green”—whose side are you even on?
Why do you always speak up for this hypocritical Sea God?
Soon, the Divine Realm’s core stabilized under the joint efforts of the gods, but the “selfless” Sea God couldn’t deny the fault of secretly monitoring the lower realm.
Ultimately, under the Goddess of Life’s mediation and Tang San’s compromise, it was decided that Destruction and the Sea God would each appoint a representative to jointly manage the Divine Realm’s core.
Tang San chose his Dai Mubai, the second-tier God of War.
Destruction chose the first-tier God of Destruction, Zhou Weiqing.
From this, one could see that although Tang San held the first-tier Sea God position and the God King seat of Asura, his foundation in the Divine Realm was far shallower than Destruction’s.
Before leaving, Destruction shot Tang San a disdainful look.
“Sea God, you’d better not do anything stupid again.
I’ll be keeping my eye on you!”
Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, and the other friends who had rushed over also took a deep look at the gloomy Tang San before turning to leave.
In this wave, the God of Destruction MVP’d, and Douluo Planet got a hard carry!
Dai Mubai patted Tang San’s shoulder without saying a word, and entered the Divine Realm’s core alongside Zhou Weiqing.
Tang San let out a muffled groan, his chest tight with pent-up frustration and nowhere to vent it.
He wanted to send a final notification to his parents still on Douluo Planet, but remembering the harsh words the God of Destruction had just left, he forced himself to endure it.
His hands, clasped behind his back, clenched until his knuckles popped.
His eyes were red.
He was furious right now!
“San…
Third Brother…” “Ah~”
Meanwhile, in the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
Having absorbed the tidal wave of memories in his mind, there was no confusion on his face—only profound relief and joy.
He had gone from that god-forsaken, despairing Land of the End to the “honest and simple” world of the Douluo Continent.
Moreover, he had replaced the Douluo world’s “Child of Destiny” who shared his name, Huo Yuhao.
What more could he say?
What can I say?
Standing up wearily and feeling his aching body, Huo Yuhao smiled again.
“The Bell of the End actually became my second martial soul?”
Although he didn’t fully understand the underlying mechanics, he had subconsciously heard that oppressive and fateful bell toll just moments ago.
“I heard the echo of fate…”
Huo Yuhao extended his right hand.
A blood-red giant bell materialized as his second martial soul.
There was no display screen, no sci-fi technological aesthetic.
The surface of the bell was engraved only with strange runes, the images of the twelve zodiac signs, and the totems of the four great sacred beasts.
As the bell rested in Huo Yuhao’s hand, it shimmered with the cold beauty unique to metal.
The exclusive echo of [Fate] had been engraved on the martial soul, the Bell of the End.
Huo Yuhao had a faint guess.
But now was not the time to space out; he would have plenty of time to test things later.
That massive bell toll earlier would inevitably have been heard by the terrifying entities deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
He needed to leave this place first and plan his next steps.
Glancing at the dead Wind Baboon nearby and the “White Tiger Dagger” on the ground, Huo Yuhao picked up the dagger, resisting the urge to mock its name.
Dragging his exhausted body toward the deeper parts of the forest, he muttered in a small but exceptionally solemn voice: “Don’t worry, original Huo.
I will avenge you.
Whether it’s the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion, or the soul of your mother…”
As a web novel enthusiast, Huo Yuhao was intimately familiar with the worlds depicted in many stories.
The “Tang Family Backyard” pentology—or trilogy, really—was one of the earliest works he had encountered.
While he couldn’t recite the plot backward, his memory of it was profound.
Of course, that was limited to the first three parts; as for the later stuff involving Lan Xuanyu, “Resurrect, My Love,” and the inexplicable beef with Bajie, he only treated it as a joke.
Now that he had replaced the Child of Destiny—the one with the most fortuitous encounters, favored by Douluo Planet, yet simultaneously the most tragically abused puppet manipulated by a certain pure, “selfless” God King—he knew exactly what he would face in the future.
Therefore, he definitely couldn’t miss the two massive opportunities waiting for him just ahead, which were crucial for his future rise.
He might have been willing to just be a sidekick next to Brother Xia back in the old world, knowing his own “hardware” was lacking.
But now that he was in the Douluo Continent—a world analogous to the “Industrial Revolution” era—he naturally had to play the game properly.
He was the real Huo Yuhao now.
Manipulate his fate?
That greatest tumor hindering the Douluo Continent’s development wasn’t worthy.
As for his future path, Huo Yuhao could only say he felt nothing for Shrek Academy.
Just thinking about the words “running laps around the field,” “fighting for food in the cafeteria,” “hundred-person communal toilets,” and “Universe Questioning Love Valley” made him shudder.
Compared to that academy—which only handed out empty promises, labeled itself the incarnation of justice, and held a standard of neutrality comparable to a certain “permanently neutral country” on Earth—he had far too many better options.
Was the Body Sect’s foundation in researching body martial souls not deep enough, or were they not protective enough of their own?
Was the Sun Moon Empire’s soul engineering technology not appealing, or was their wealth not staggering enough?
Only fools make choices.
The current Huo Yuhao naturally wanted it all.
Setting aside which faction to join for now—the Body Sect had always been mysterious and hard to find.
As for the Sun Moon Empire, that would require a separate plan.
Shortly after Huo Yuhao left, a young man and woman, looking to be around fifteen or sixteen, appeared next to the corpse of the almost-god-slayer, the most powerful ten-year spirit beast: the Wind Baboon.
The youth wore a purple martial outfit and had short blue hair, while the girl wore a pink dress and a ponytail, looking lively and cute.
It was the student-teacher romance cosplay “actors”—the sole surviving orphan of the Tang Sect with incredible talent, who was nevertheless obsessed with pursuing true love: Tang Ya and Beibei.