Chapter 1 – The Song of the Silent Archipelago
The Void of the Beginning
The transition wasn't a tunnel of light; it was a sensory overload of "rhythm."
In his previous life, Lakan Diwa was a man of the archives and the training halls. He was a Filipino scholar who lived in the shadow of skyscrapers, clutching ancient manuals of Kali and Suntukan like they were holy relics. He had mastered the flow of the blade and the brutal efficiency of empty-hand boxing, but his world was spiritually hollow. There was no Qi to fuel the techniques, no Anito to answer the rituals. He had died in a hospital bed, his mind a library of God-level "Software" with no "Hardware" to run it.
Then came the rebirth.
[Time Skip: 6 Years]
Six years of silence. Six years of "starvation."
Lakan sat on a rotted stump outside a dilapidated shack in Saint Spirit Village, located on the outskirts of the Nuoding region in the Heaven Dou Empire. He was now six years old, but his eyes held the weary depth of a man who had seen civilizations rise and fall.
"Six years of breathing," Lakan whispered, his voice small but steady. He closed his eyes, activating the Seven-Tone Chaos Nirvana breathing. He could feel the "Origin Essence" of this world—the Soul Power—rushing through his underdeveloped meridians like a cooling stream.
On Earth, this would have been impossible. Here, it is his lifeline.
The Scar of the Noble
Lakan looked at his small, calloused hands. His life in this world hadn't been kind. His parents were gone—victims of the "collateral damage" that the Douluo Continent's aristocracy called "sport."
His father, a man with a flickering Wildfire Hawk soul, and his mother, a woman with a gentle Songbird spirit, had been trampled three years ago. A Marquis's hunting party had barreled through their camp. The noble hadn't even looked back to see the two commoners dying in the mud to protect their son. To the high-born, Lakan's parents weren't people; they were obstacles on the path to a Soul Beast.
That day, Lakan didn't just lose his family; he lost any illusion that this world was "just." He realized that Tang San's eventual "peace" was a lie that only protected the strong.
"I will not just be a Soul Master," Lakan vowed, his heart a raging forge beneath a calm exterior. "I will be the hammer that breaks the anvil."
The Awakening Hall
The village elder, Old Jack, led a small group of children toward the local Spirit Hall branch—a modest wooden building that stood as the only symbol of hope for the poor.
Lakan walked at the back. Ahead of him, a boy with unruly black hair walked with a strange, silent gait.
Tang San. The supposed Hero and Savior of this world. Lakan scoff at that. 'Yeah, right'.
Lakan watched him. He saw the way Tang San's eyes darted, analyzing every exit, every shadow. He saw the subtle tension in Tang San's fingers—the muscle memory of a Tang Sect assassin.
"The 'Third Young Master' of the Tang Clan," Lakan thought, a cold ripple of the Gaze of Truth flickering in his dark pupils. "You walk like a predator hiding in sheep's wool. You think your 'Hidden Weapons' make you a god. But you don't realize that the world you're about to 'save' is the one that murdered my mother and father."
Inside the hall, a man with a tired face and a sharp uniform waited. Su Yuntao, a Rank 26 Grand Spirit Master.
"I am Su Yuntao," the man said, his voice echoing with a mix of duty and boredom. "I will be your guide for your Martial Soul Awakening. Remember, most of you will have no soul power. Do not be disappointed."
A few turns later.
Lakan watched as Tang San stepped forward. He watched the Blue Silver Grass shimmer in Tang San's palm. He watched the crystal ball glow with Innate Full Soul Power (Level 10).
The room went silent. Su Yuntao's eyes widened, but then he sighed with pity. "Blue Silver Grass... a waste of such talent. You are destined to be a scholar at best."
Lakan almost let out a dry laugh. A waste? He could see the Clear Sky Hammer hidden in Tang San's left hand, cloaked by the boy's internal energy. No wonder he is called 'The Blind Douluo' in his previous life.
Tang San was playing the "humble genius," hiding his trump cards.
"Next," Su Yuntao called out, rubbing his temples. "Lakan Diwa."
Lakan stepped forward. He didn't walk like the other nervous children. He moved in the Center Point Stillness, his weight shifting with a rhythmic fluidity that made the wooden floorboards hum.
Su Yuntao paused, his boredom replaced by a sudden, inexplicable prickle of Goosebumps. "Child... your walking style. It's... strange."
"It's just a way to keep the rhythm, Deacon," Lakan said softly.
He reached out. His small hand didn't tremble. He didn't just touch the awakening stones; he commanded them. He ignited the Chaos Rainbow Vortex in his Dantian, connecting the fire of his father and the song of his mother into a singular, localized singularity.
THUM.
A low-frequency vibration shook the building. It wasn't a flash of light—it was a change in the air itself. The wooden walls of the hall began to take on a metallic, silvery sheen, turning into Batong-Pilak (Silver Stone).
From the center of Lakan's chest, a bird of blinding prismatic light erupted. Its wings spanned the room, trailing feathers of seven different colors.
An Ethereal Bird with Iridescent blue and white wings soars above the hall, crowned by a halo of fiery suns. The birds tail is a vivid display of rainbow colors, transitioning from cool blue and greens to warm red and oranges.
It not just a bird; it's a sovereign of Birds.
The Ibong Adarna.
Su Yuntao fell back, his own Lone Wolf soul whimpering in fear. "What... what is this? A mutation? A God-level Phoenix?"
Lakan didn't answer. He grabbed the blue crystal ball.
The ball didn't just glow. It screamed. A high, melodic note—the first tone of the Adarna—shattered the glass windows of the hall. The light was so bright it turned the midday sun outside to a dull grey.
Su Yuntao stared at the crystal, his voice trembling. "Level 10? No... it's overflowing. Level 15... Level 20?! Innate Full Divine Power?!"
'Huh, so that's how it is' Lakan thought. He has been Practicing his Cultivation Technique, Seven-Tone Chaos Nirvana, for six years now. Yes. Since birth. But somehow, the very moment he tried the energy Circulation, he didn't get any improvement, as if he was in somesort of bottleneck. When he grow up a little more and find out the world that he lived in, he thought he was a Innate Level 10, but he didn't expect it to he the legendary innate Level 20.
Throughout the whole 5 series, only one person has the innate level of 20.
Not even the children of God Kings and Dragon Gods have Innate Level 20.
Lakan looked over his shoulder. For the first time, the calm, calculating mask on Tang San's face had shattered. Tang San was staring at Lakan not as a fellow villager, but as a threat.
Lakan smiled—a small, dangerous tilt of the lips. "The song has started, Tang San. Let's see if your 'hidden' world can survive the dawn"