Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

Time flew by, and the day of my birth finally arrived.

After enduring a series of compressions, Yun Chuan finally struggled out of his mother's womb. The moment he was exposed to the cold air of the outside world, even before he could open his eyes, a deep male voice cried out heart-wrenchingly:

"Third Sister, don't leave me!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Chuan was instantly jolted awake!

As someone who had read the original Douluo Dalu novel, how could he not recognize this crying man?

"So, I've become the nonexistent twin brother of Tang San?" he muttered, somewhat surprised, but soon brushed it off. Becoming Tang San's brother wasn't too bad; he could just follow along with his brother, stick to the original plot, and cruise to an easy victory!

But soon, Yun Chuan realized he had been too optimistic.

Next, he felt himself being tossed into the air repeatedly, being fought over by two opposing forces. Eventually, with a loud explosion, everything settled.

A weak male voice reached his ears:

"This baby was born to Tang Hao and that 100,000-year-old soul beast. Take him back. He might be of use in the future…"

Hearing this while feeling dizzy from being tossed around, Yun Chuan couldn't help but cry out internally: My life is over!

It's over. I thought I could follow Tang San and live an easy life. But it turns out I was captured by the Spirit Hall—my father's mortal enemy—right at birth. Even if I'm not skinned alive, my fate surely won't be good. After all, I'm the child of their enemy.

Done for. Everything's done for.

Why did it turn out this way?

It was my first time transmigrating into a novel world I loved. I even had an overpowered cheat ability to dominate this world. I should have been living the good life—conquering the land, amassing a harem of beauties.

But instead…

Why?

Why did things turn out this way?

Why did I start off in the hands of my enemies?

This script is all wrong!

…

Feeling deeply dejected, Yun Chuan gradually fell asleep in his endless worries.

After all, he was just a newborn baby. Even with an adult's mind, his body couldn't handle overthinking.

…

When he woke up again, Yun Chuan found himself lying in a soft baby crib.

By now, his eyes could barely open, and as he examined his surroundings, he was surprised to find that his environment wasn't too bad. It wasn't like he had imagined before falling asleep—being thrown into some storeroom like trash or directly gutted to serve as a sacrificial offering. This was, fortunately, not the worst-case scenario.

On second thought, Yun Chuan realized his earlier pessimism had been unnecessary. The Spirit Hall wouldn't kill him outright.

After all, he was just a newborn baby, with plenty of value to exploit.

For instance, they could use him to threaten his biological father, or they might brainwash and raise him from a young age to eventually pit him against his father in battle.

There were plenty of insidious strategies they could employ. Killing him outright would be far less useful.

After analyzing the situation and confirming that his life wasn't in immediate danger, Yun Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. For now, staying alive was enough. He didn't want his newly granted life, along with his cheat-level ability, to end before he could even begin to enjoy it. To die before starting would make him the most tragic transmigrator in history!

At that moment, Yun Chuan suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him, accompanied by loud grumbles from his stomach. It felt as though he hadn't eaten in days. Wait—he hadn't eaten at all since birth! He had been tossed around by a bunch of adults without having a single drop of milk. What a pitiful start.

"Waahh!!!..."

Yun Chuan decisively leveraged his status as a baby and began crying loudly.

Soon after—

Hurried footsteps approached from outside the room, followed by the creak of a door opening. A young, attractive woman, about twenty years old, rushed in.

Gulp!

Baby Yun Chuan couldn't help swallowing hard. Because… they were enormous.

As the young woman drew closer, Yun Chuan caught a strong, milky fragrance in the air.

Clearly, this was a nursing mother.

"There, there, sweetie, don't cry," the young woman cooed lovingly, picking him up and gently rocking him. After ensuring he had stopped crying, she casually loosened her clothing…

Faced with the close-up view of the "source of life," accompanied by the rich milky aroma, Yun Chuan swallowed again and silently declared: Time to dig in!

And then…

He really was too hungry. From the moment he was born, he hadn't drunk a single drop of milk. He had also endured being cruelly tossed around by adults. It was a miracle he had survived, likely thanks to his strong constitution. If it had been any other baby, they would've either died or at least suffered a concussion.

When the life-giving milk flowed down his throat, Yun Chuan felt intoxicated. His mind blanked, and he stopped thinking about anything. He simply followed his instincts as a baby until he could drink no more.

"Hic!"

After drinking his fill, Yun Chuan burped instinctively. Then…

The nursing woman couldn't help but chuckle helplessly, but her lips curled into a doting smile. She rocked him gently, as if coaxing her own child to sleep.

In the days that followed, Yun Chuan's life was unexpectedly comfortable.

The Spirit Hall's treatment of him, their captive, was impeccable. None of his initial fears came to pass—he wasn't thrown into a storeroom or given scraps to barely keep him alive. Instead, they assigned a dedicated wet nurse to feed and care for him, provided for his daily needs, and even had healing soul masters periodically check on his health to ensure he didn't fall ill. He was practically being treated like a little noble.

Yun Chuan knew that his current comfortable life was thanks to his "cheap" father, Tang Hao. To deal with Tang Hao, they couldn't afford to let his son die. Whether they planned to use him as leverage against Tang Hao or train him as a weapon to fight his own father, they needed him alive.

So, no matter what, they couldn't treat him poorly. The only question now was how the Spirit Hall planned to deal with him, the enemy's child. If they only tried to brainwash and train him into a weapon, Yun Chuan wasn't too concerned. With his adult mind, there was no way he'd actually fall for their manipulation. He could just act the part, and when his "cheap" brother Tang San stormed the Spirit Hall with his gang, Yun Chuan would defect at the last moment and reveal his true identity.

Then, maybe the two of them would tearfully embrace and stage a dramatic brotherly reunion. Yun Chuan, as the long-lost brother captured by the Spirit Hall and subjected to untold suffering, would naturally be forgiven and welcomed into the righteous side. Together with Tang San, he could overthrow the evil Spirit Hall!

The script practically wrote itself.

But he feared the Spirit Hall wouldn't play by the rules. If they pulled any unexpected moves, his future might be far less certain.

(End of Chapter)