Chapter 1: Prologue: The Soul of Two Burns Ablaze!
Crack! Boom! !!!
The pitch-black sky was ripped apart by lightning and thunder!
Thunder roared, rain raged, and all he could say was the unstoppable might of heaven!
Amidst such devastating conditions, a single figure stood proudly atop the city's tallest building, defying the might of heaven!
The figure wasn't tall, and beneath the roaring, raging power, he seemed frail. His seemingly childish face projected a strange maturity.
He sighed softly, his gaze fixed on the lightning-torn sky, and he called out to the heavens, "I wonder which fellow Daoist is undergoing a tribulation here?"
"If you have a beautiful daughter, I, the Heavenly Emperor, will ensure your safety!"
Chi... whoosh... bang!
The rooftop door was pushed open from the inside, and then a gust of wind sent the door slamming against the wall with a resounding crash!
The faces of three or four middle-aged men were a mixture of surprise and bitterness.
"The young master is indeed here!"
"Young lady, you really understand him!"
A man shouted at him, "Young master! Go home! It's thundering and raining!"
The man raised his eyebrows and shouted to the sky, "Since you can't bear to leave your daughter, don't blame this Heavenly Emperor for not helping!"
"Goodbye!" The man flung his black robe, his expression aloof and domineering.
Crack!
The middle-aged men's eyes gradually widened to the size of eggs!
Right before their eyes, they watched, unblinking...
A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, suddenly struck down. Even with their unblinking gaze, they were stunned to react. The young master, who had been before them just a moment ago, was engulfed in the thunder the next.
Qianqian's last thought was: Wow! Pretending to be struck by lightning, the ancients were right...
The thunder lingered for a full minute or two.
When the thick bolt of lightning faded, it seemed as if all between heaven and earth was silent.
"Where's the young master?" The man twitched his lips stiffly.
After the thunder, only a gaping hole remained on the rooftop dividing line...
"What!!! You said Qian'er was struck to death by lightning?!" The man, who had been dressed elegantly and sipping hot tea, suddenly felt his mind buzz.
His eyes gradually dulled, and he kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible..."
Bang!
With a thud the seven or eight-year-old girl's drinks and fruit scattered to the ground. The girl didn't pick them up, but stared at the man with misty eyes...
The man looked up at the girl, then snapped back to his senses, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, Tangtang! This might just be another prank from your brother."
The girl stared blankly at the ground. Coca-Cola was her brother's favorite drink, and his favorite temperature was 9 degrees Celsius, which he said was the ideal temperature in the universe. I love oranges the most, but I don't like orange silk (the white silk net attached to the orange flesh). Almost all the oranges that fell on the ground were peeled, without a single piece of orange silk...
"Brother..."
"Brother..."
"I don't want you to leave, don't leave Tangtang..."
Little Tangtang ran out the door in a daze. The man immediately shouted to the servant, "Stop her!"
Her small body burst out with strength from nowhere, and she suddenly pushed the servant who was blocking the door away!
The scene changed, and the little girl came to the rooftop. She couldn't help but burst into tears in her big eyes.
"Didn't you say you wanted Tangtang to be your child bride!"
"Didn't you say you would protect me!"
"Didn't you say you would never leave Tangtang..."
"Wow, you big liar! Brother Qianqian is a big liar..."
Little Tangtang sobbed a few times, then gradually stopped, her delicate little nose twitching. "Brother Qianqian... Tangtang... Tangtang is here to see you..."
Little Tangtang, without hesitation, scaled the railing and leaped down!
Qianqian, Tangtang, here I am...
The night returned to silence. Perhaps tomorrow's headlines would read "Boy killed by lightning!" or "Youngest suicide for love!"
The sun still rose and set, the moon didn't orbit Mars, the world's richest man remained the richest man, and a starving online writer wouldn't suddenly become a huge star.
It was just two deaths, no matter how extraordinary their identities, it wouldn't stir much of a stir. Like a pebble dropped into the sea, a drop of rain returning to a stream.Dividing line where was this?
The space was pitch black. Qianqian, regaining consciousness, looked around. Sure enough, there was nothing in this space, including herself, perhaps she didn't even exist.
Chuunibyou is killing me…
Damn it, I don't have any lightning conductors on me, and I got struck by lightning on a rooftop with a lightning rod?!
Thinking about it, this doesn't make sense! Science can't explain it!
Oh, never mind…
So… am I dead?
Emmmm my sweetheart! Onii-chan can't marry you…
My plan to raise a Lolita queen has failed…
So is this hell? No one, bah, not even a ghost, is here to greet me. When I was alive, I was considered a genius, wasn't I?
Time slowly passed, and this pitch-black space didn't change at all. Qianqian was puzzled. What the hell is this in the dark? Is it going to strike the sky? Pangu even has an axe!
Damn it!! Open it for me!!!
Qianqian imagined herself creating the world!
"Ding... Detecting the burning spirit of a chuunibana, host confirmed!"
"Ding, host, do you want to bind to the Magical Fantasy System?"
Qianqian's mind raced furiously. As a chuunibana boy, the system world was no stranger to him.
While systems were generally tools to help their hosts grow stronger, there were also some whorish and sleazy ones. Furthermore, the punishment of wiping them out at the drop of a hat was truly agonizing for the host.
The Magical Fantasy System—the word "magic" itself suggested it had the potential to be a slut. If binding to it was possible, I'd give it up. I didn't want to be a system's puppet host.
But now he couldn't leave this dark place.
"Bind."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for binding to the Magical Fantasy System. This system will help the host break through the constraints of the dimension by assisting their growth without interfering with their subjective consciousness."
Oh, not bad, not bad.
"Ding, the host is detected to be dead. The system will help the host to be reborn in another world. Are you sure?"
"Uh, can you resurrect me?"
"Ding, it is detected that the original world of the host is the primitive starry sky, without any cultivation method. The host's intention is rejected."
Oh my god! Is this true?! Qigong masters, enlightened monks, martial arts, vampires, are these all fake?
Oh my god, I always thought there were hidden masters on Earth?
Let's travel through time.
Now is the beginning of the travel through system flow.
"Ding, randomly selecting a fourth-level world, the random result is completed, the travel world is: Douluo Continent."
"Ding, determining the time and space line... Generating the host existence... Randomly selecting the identity... Adjusting the fusion bloodline... Preparation for travel through time and rebirth is complete! Rebirth begins..."
Oh my god? It starts now? Starfish, so happy, Douluo Continent, welcome. I'm going in...
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