Rebirth in Holy Soul Village
Cold.
An endless coldness swallowed his entire body.
Lin Yuan felt as though he were sinking into a dark ocean without end.
His consciousness faded little by little.
The final thing he remembered—
Was the deafening horn of a truck.
Rain poured heavily across the street.
A frightened woman stood frozen in the middle of the road while tightly holding a little girl in her arms.
Then—
Without thinking—
He rushed forward.
…
“Big brother!”
“Watch out!!”
…
Bang!!
His body was violently sent flying through the air.
Groceries scattered across the wet street.
Pain spread throughout his body like shattered glass tearing through flesh.
Then came darkness.
Complete darkness.
…
…
Birdsong echoed softly through the air.
A faint scent of grass drifted nearby.
Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
A wooden ceiling entered his vision.
He stared blankly for several seconds.
“…Where am I?”
His voice sounded childish.
Very childish.
Lin Yuan’s pupils suddenly shrank.
He immediately raised his hands.
Small.
Tender.
The hands of a child.
“What the hell?!”
He abruptly sat upright.
At that moment, a sharp headache exploded inside his mind.
Large amounts of unfamiliar memories flooded into his consciousness.
A small village.
Fields.
Mountains.
An old man.
Holy Soul Village.
After a long while—
Lin Yuan finally understood everything.
He had transmigrated.
And not just anywhere.
This was the world of Douluo Dalu.
For a brief moment, his breathing stopped.
Then excitement erupted inside him like wildfire.
“Douluo Dalu?!”
“Spirit masters?!
Spirit rings?!”
“Then doesn’t that mean…”
A bright light exploded within Lin Yuan’s eyes.
“Gold finger!”
Like countless protagonists from web novels, Lin Yuan instantly became excited.
System.
Grandpa in a ring.
Supreme inheritance.
Ancient bloodline.
Anything would do.
But after several hours—
Nothing happened.
“…System?”
Silence.
“…Activate?”
Nothing.
“…Supreme sign-in?”
No response.
“…Old grandpa?”
Still nothing.
Lin Yuan’s mouth twitched.
Outside the room, footsteps approached.
The wooden door creaked open.
An elderly man carrying a bowl of soup walked inside.
The old man wore simple rough clothes, his face filled with wrinkles from age and hardship.
Yet his eyes were warm.
“You’re awake?”
Lin Yuan quickly calmed himself.
This old man was the village elder—
Old Jack.
The same Old Jack from the original story.
“I found you unconscious near the spirit beast forest several days ago,” Old Jack said kindly.
“Young child, where are your parents?”
Lin Yuan became silent.
After inheriting the body’s fragmented memories, he already knew—
This body was an orphan.
He gently shook his head.
Seeing this, Old Jack sighed softly.
“What a pitiful child…”
Then he smiled warmly.
“Since you have nowhere to go, you can stay here from now on.”
Lin Yuan stared quietly at the old man before suddenly smiling.
“Thank you, Grandpa Jack.”
Old Jack laughed happily.
“Good, good.”
“Drink the soup first.”
As Old Jack turned to leave, Lin Yuan looked out the window.
Golden sunlight illuminated the peaceful little village.
Children ran happily across dirt roads.
Smoke rose from household chimneys.
The atmosphere felt calm and warm.
Yet Lin Yuan’s eyes gradually brightened.
Douluo Dalu.
A world where strength ruled everything.
Spirit Hall.
Titled Douluo.
God inheritance.
Spirit beasts.
And countless famous beauties from the original story.
A faint grin slowly appeared on his face.
“This life…”
“I definitely won’t live ordinarily.”
Outside the house—
A small black-haired child carrying firewood silently passed by the yard.
The child’s expression was calm and mature beyond his age.
Lin Yuan immediately recognized him.
Tang San.
The true protagonist of this era.
Tang San also noticed Lin Yuan watching him.
The two children briefly looked at each other.
One calm and restrained.
One lazy and smiling.
Neither of them knew—
That this single glance would eventually shake the fate of the entire Douluo Continent.
To be continued…
[End OF Chapter 1]