Chapter 1 Divine Might Cannot Hide Tears
The backyard of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
This is a woodshed that even the servants don't want to stay in.
Huo Yuhao knelt in front of the hard bed, his hands tightly gripping his mother's hands.
"mom..."
His voice was extremely hoarse.
Is this what they call fate?
How ridiculous. In my past life, he was drawing the Ten-Tails Obito, but in this mobile game, he got hit by the pity system and smashed his phone in anger.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself as Huo Yuhao from the novel "Douluo Dalu II: The Peerless Tang Sect".
This kneeling was for everything he had suffered in this world over the past eleven years.
Memories surged through my mind like a revolving lantern.
Huo Yun'er, the only person in this world who loved him, is gone.
In this magnificent and prestigious White Tiger Duke's mansion, the mother and son lived like rats in the gutter.
Rationing was often cut, and spoiled food and moldy steamed buns were humiliations that had to be swallowed in order to survive.
In the original novel, Huo Yuhao will become a god in the future, shining brightly. But so what?
The son-in-law of the God King?
He's nothing but a lackey of the Tang family.
It may seem glamorous, but in reality, every step is meticulously planned and executed.
Qiankun Valley was manipulated, and in the end, they still had to be grateful and act like good dogs.
What's the difference between that kind of life and that of Obito Uchiha, who was manipulated by Madara?
Huo Yuhao lowered his head, his forehead pressed against his mother's cold hand, tears silently seeping into the sheets.
"Bang!"
The rickety wooden door was kicked open.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man stood in the doorway, disgustedly waving away the dust in front of him.
Have you cried enough?
The man didn't come in; it seemed the air in the woodshed would soil his clothes.
He leaned against the doorframe, his tone impatient and sarcastic.
"Once you've cried enough, move the dead out. Don't let the bad luck pollute the woodshed; the Duke's mansion still needs it to store firewood."
Huo Yuhao suddenly looked up.
In that instant, the sadness in his eyes was dispelled by a sudden surge of resentment.
deceased?
My mother has a name; her name is Huo Yun'er!
In your eyes, a human life is not even worth as much as a pile of dead wood?
The middle-aged man was Manager Zhou, who often cut back on the food rations of the mother and child.
At this moment, his oily face was filled with indifference.
"What are you looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out if you glare at me again!"
Manager Zhou felt a little uneasy under Huo Yuhao's deep blue eyes.
He stepped across the threshold in a fit of rage, his leather boots creaking on the wooden planks.
"I'm giving you one last minute. Pack your things and get out of here, or I'll have to take action."
After saying that, he glanced contemptuously at the corpse on the bed and added:
"Cry? Crying counts as time!"
Huo Yuhao's fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of his palm.
Anger exploded in my chest, burning my internal organs.
Kill him...I want to kill him!
He tried to stand up, but his body trembled with extreme grief and indignation, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.
Facing this level 32 Soul Master, he, at level 10, was as weak as an ant.
It's that feeling again... that suffocating sense of helplessness.
They watched helplessly as their mother died of illness, unable to afford medicine; they watched helplessly as their bullies swaggered around, powerless to fight back.
Without power, even anger seems ridiculous.
If he had the power... even if it meant selling my soul to the devil...
At that moment, the world seemed to freeze for a split second.
A crisp electronic sound, like heavenly music, exploded deep in his mind.
[Ding]
[Awakening of the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki System]
[Host has been detected to meet the awakening conditions]
Witnessing the death of a loved one, experiencing utter helplessness and despair.
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Huo Yuhao suddenly covered his right eye.
Severe pain.
His originally azure eyes instantly lost their color, replaced by a scarlet red.
Is that... the Sharingan?
Deep within those blood-red pupils, a black magatama appeared, followed by a second, and then a third.
They spun wildly, then collided violently, intertwining and merging into three jet-black, sickle-shaped patterns, connected end to end.
Mangekyou Sharingan, Kamui!
At the same time, a white fluid appeared out of nowhere.
They instantly enveloped Huo Yuhao's frail body.
Manager Zhou was about to step forward and forcibly drag the person away when he suddenly saw this scene and froze on the spot.
"What...what the hell is this? A mutated martial soul? Wait, isn't this useless martial soul supposed to be eyes?"
The contempt in his eyes turned into terror.
The thin boy in front of me was gone.
Instead, there was a strange person whose entire body was enveloped in a white vortex-like substance.
Only the right eye was visible, its blood-red three-scythe pattern slowly rotating, radiating a chilling aura.
He tilted his head, and a roar that sounded inhuman came from beneath his white mask, carrying a long-suppressed venting that echoed in the narrow woodshed.
die!
Huo Yuhao slowly raised his right hand, which was tightly wrapped in white substance.
There was no dazzling soul power light in the palm of his hand.
Only one seemingly ordinary branch is growing wildly.
"Whoosh—"
The branch shot out like an arrow, whistling sharply through the air, aimed directly at Steward Zhou's throat.
"Wood Release: Wood Splintering Technique!"
Manager Zhou's pupils contracted slightly as he instinctively sensed a hint of danger.
But when he realized it was just a piece of wood, that slight panic was quickly overshadowed by the Soul Master's arrogance.
He's just a level 10 piece of trash. Even with a mutated martial soul, what kind of trouble can he cause?
"Overestimating yourself!"
Manager Zhou shouted, and two soul rings rose rapidly beneath his feet.
One white and two yellow.
"Iron Claw Tiger, possess me!"
With a deep tiger's roar, his hands rapidly swelled.
Sharp steel claws sprouted from their fingertips, gleaming with a metallic cold light.
Instead of dodging, he swung his tiger claws, powerful enough to tear rocks, to meet the flying branch head-on.
"These tiger claws have the power to shatter rocks!"
However, the next second, reality shattered his perception.
Pfft.
There was no crisp clang of metal clashing, only the dull sound of a sharp blade cutting into tofu.
That not-so-thick branch actually ignored the defense of a Soul Venerable level cultivator.
It pierced straight through those steel-like tiger claws, and with undiminished force, it plunged deep into Steward Zhou's right shoulder.
"What...how is this possible?!"
A sharp pain shot through him, and Steward Zhou stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
This piece of wood is harder than refined iron!
Huo Yuhao's single eye beneath the mask remained unmoved, and his right hand suddenly clenched in mid-air.
Feel the pain.
"burst!"
Before Manager Zhou could even scream, the branch that had pierced his body seemed to come alive.
Click! Click!
Countless sharp branches instantly grew and branched wildly inside his body.
Blood vessels burst, muscles were torn apart, and internal organs were mercilessly pierced.
"ah--!!"
The piercing wail lasted only half a second before abruptly stopping.
Steward Zhou's body swelled and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Eventually, countless branches pierced his skin, stretching him into a bizarre humanoid tree.