Du Feng's last memory of his previous life was painfully mundane. Eleven and a half hours a day in a factory for three months straight, surrounded by the relentless hum of machines, only to escape into mindless short videos whenever he had a moment of free time. That was it—no magic, no adventure, no destiny. Just exhaustion and emptiness.
And then—suddenly—he opened his eyes.
The world was strange. His body was small, tiny even, wrapped tightly in swaddling cloths. He raised his arms, but they barely reached his nose. A soft wail escaped him, the only way he could communicate.
He looked to his right. A fragile, beautiful woman lay there, pale and bloodless from childbirth, yet somehow breathtaking. In his past life, not even the most famous top star could compare to her. Du Feng's mind spun. She's… gorgeous.
Before he could linger too long, a cheerful voice called from nearby.
"Congratulations, young master! The lady has given birth to a big, healthy boy!"
A middle-aged man approached, tall and imposing, muscles like granite, yet his expression showed joy and a flicker of worry. Du Feng sighed inwardly. No tragic orphan beginnings, no ruined family, no childhood sweetheart betrayal—he'd completely bypassed the classic "chosen one" setup. This would be… comfortable, at least.
The midwife handed him to the man, who then passed him carefully to his mother.
"Let me see my son," she whispered. Du Feng, wrapped tightly and unable to move, could only blink in response.
"Madam, you've just given birth. You're still very weak. Let me treat you first," the midwife said.
Reluctantly, the mother passed Du Feng back to his father. The midwife stepped behind her, muttering something under her breath. Du Feng watched, curious, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
A large, leafy tree appeared, and two golden spirit rings floated beside it. Green light shot from the treetop straight into his mother's body. Her pale complexion slowly returned to a healthy rosy glow.
Du Feng froze. Martial spirits… spirit rings… This wasn't just any world. He had transmigrated into the world of Douluo Continent.
A thrill ran through him. Douluo is my territory! Tang San's territory! The Clear Sky Hammer, the Blue Silver Emperor… He knew all the moves, the timelines, the great battles. But this wasn't just nostalgia—it was strategy. If he played his cards right, he could carve out his own path to power.
He quickly calculated. Immortal herbs, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well… the Tang Sect techniques… the Killing God Domain… But nothing was simple. Even if he found the legendary herbs, which one could he eat safely? How could he possibly meet a Title Douluo like Gu Du Bo?
He panicked slightly and mentally shouted, "System! Come out!"
Nothing.
He tried again. Still nothing.
"Damn it! How am I supposed to survive without a system? Heaven is trying to kill me, Du Feng! This isn't funny!"
No response came. Du Feng gritted his teeth. He had a plan, though: wait until he turned six and awakened his martial soul. If nothing else, he could enjoy life as a wealthy heir. Even without soul power, this family could provide a comfortable, leisurely life.
Exhausted from processing all this as a newborn, Du Feng finally drifted off to sleep.
This world… this life… it's mine to play.