Tang Hao of the Original World: If Only My Son Were Tang Shan! (Please Bookmark!)

[Original World · Douluo Continent]

[All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament · Grand Finals]

Watching the glorious scene on the Heavenly Screen, where countless people worshipped and the God Son descended, Tang San of the Original World felt his vision go dark as his body swayed unsteadily.

"God Son... God Son..."

Tang San bitterly chewed over those two words.

They were both Tang Hao's sons, both possessed Twin Martial Souls.

Yet the other one had been a God Son from the moment he was born, receiving the full support of the Number One Sect Under Heaven.

His grandfather doted on him, his uncle protected him, and his parents loved him.

And what about Tang San?

He was a blacksmith's son whose very name had been chosen carelessly.

He was a pitiful child who had learned from an early age to read people's expressions, endure humiliation, and scheme.

"Grandfather... So my grandfather hadn't died back then..."

Looking at that vigorous old man, Tang San felt as though his heart were being twisted by knives.

In the Original World, he had always borne the infamy of "angering Grandfather to death."

Although his father had done it, he had felt the same pain as his son.

But now, it seemed that tragedy had never been inevitable!

As long as one was strong enough!

As long as one was as strong as Tang Shan!

Every tragedy could be rewritten!

"Why... Why could the me in that world do it, while I couldn't..."

Tang San clutched his chest tightly. The inferiority and unwillingness rooted deep in his bones nearly devoured him whole.

Beside him, Dai Mubai and the others had fallen completely silent as well.

They had originally thought that, as princes and geniuses, they were already exceptionally privileged. But compared to Tang Shan's treatment as a "God Son," they were like country bumpkins entering the city!

"This is way too outrageous..."

Oscar muttered to himself.

"This is what it truly means to be born with a golden spoon in your mouth.

His starting line was basically the finish line, wasn't it?"

In the shadows of Pope's Palace.

To one side of Pope's Palace, in an unknown corner swallowed by shadow.

Beneath a tattered black cloak, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Heavenly Screen. Tears silently slid down and dripped onto rough stubble.

"Father..."

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and broken, as though it had been savagely scraped by sandpaper.

Trembling, Tang Hao stretched out a hand, wanting to touch the ruddy-faced, high-spirited old man on the Heavenly Screen through the void.

How many years had it been?

Ever since he had angered his father to death, he had not even dared to recall his father's face.

Whenever he awoke from dreams at midnight, all he saw was his father's disappointed, utterly furious gaze before his death, along with the mouthful of blood he had spat out.

The father in his memories had always been stern, angry, and finally, despairing.

But Tang Tian on the Heavenly Screen was so kind, so proud, smiling like a child who had received a priceless treasure.

"So... this is what you looked like when you smiled..."

Tang Hao closed his eyes in agony, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

Blood flowed through his fingers, yet he did not notice it at all.

"I was unfilial... I was the one who killed you..."

An immense sense of guilt washed over Tang Hao like a tide, drowning him.

In the Original World, it had been his impulsiveness and incompetence that led to the sect's disaster and his father's tragic death.

However, when he opened his eyes again, his gaze swept over the baby Tang Shan on the right side of the Heavenly Screen, the child showered with endless love.

Then his gaze slowly shifted to Tang San below, whose face was pale and expression dazed.

The guilt in Tang Hao's eyes somehow began to change.

At that moment, a thought that made even Tang Hao tremble uncontrollably sprouted from the darkest corner of his heart.

"If..."

Tang Hao stared fixedly at Tang San below the stage, his breathing growing rapid.

"If Xiao San had been born like that Tang Shan... with that kind of miraculous power..."

"If he could have nourished Ah Yin and me the moment he was born, greatly increasing our strength and directly crushing Qian Xunji..."

Tang Hao's eyes gradually became somewhat fanatical, yet also somewhat twisted.

"Then Ah Yin wouldn't have had to Sacrifice herself. She would still be alive and well, and we could have returned to the Clear Sky Sect in glory, just like in that world!"

"Father wouldn't have been angered to death. Instead, he would have laughed heartily while holding his grandson, just like on the Heavenly Screen, and named him the God Son!"

"I wouldn't have needed to bring him to Holy Spirit Village and become a drunkard. I wouldn't have needed to hide everywhere like a rat in the streets for all these years!"

Once this thought appeared, it spread madly like poisonous weeds.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San, who had given everything for the competition but now looked so battered and miserable.

The fatherly love in his heart had somehow become mixed with a trace of indescribable resentment and disappointment.

They were clearly both my sons.

They clearly both had Twin Martial Souls.

Why could the child in that world bring glory and hope to his parents, while my child...

Although he was sensible and worked hard.

In the end... he still failed to change that tragic outcome?

"Xiao San..."

Tang Hao muttered in the shadows, his tone incomparably complicated:

"If you... If you were also that Tang Shan... how wonderful would that be..."

Just as Tang Hao sank into this sickening self-justification, the scene on the Heavenly Screen changed once more.

[Current World · Clear Sky Sect · Library of Scriptures]

The scene shifted. It was no longer the small wooden house in Holy Spirit Village, filled with the smell of coal dust, but the grand Library of Scriptures of the Clear Sky Sect, packed with ancient volumes.

Only three years old, Tang Shan wore an exquisite brocade robe of black and gold with cloud patterns as he sat upright in a specially made grand chair.

Though still young, Tang Shan's clear black-and-white eyes held wisdom and composure far beyond his age.

Before him were piled ancient books on martial soul theory, soul beast illustrations, and the continent's history.

The narrator's voice sounded at just the right moment:

[Unlike Tang San of the Original World, who possessed memories of a previous life and had the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record at his side.

Tang Shan of the Current World had no otherworldly cultivation techniques, but he possessed the Douluo Continent's highest-grade bloodline talent and comprehension!]

In the scene, Tang Shan leafed through the book in his hands. From time to time, he furrowed his brows slightly and asked the white-haired elder beside him questions.

That elder was none other than the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder, a learned and talented Titled Douluo!

"Second Grandpa, between soul beasts and soul masters, besides hunting and being hunted, is there perhaps another possibility of coexistence?

Since Mother is a soul beast who rebuilt her cultivation, does that mean the laws of heaven and earth are not truly impossible to break?"

(At this point in time, treat the protagonist as having just transmigrated. His memories were hazy, and only gradually awakened in full as he grew.)

Tang Shan's childish voice echoed through the Library of Scriptures, yet the questions he asked made even the Second Elder change expression and ponder deeply.

[He did not need to cook porridge or forge iron just to survive.

He devoted all his time to absorbing knowledge and enriching himself.]

The scene shifted again, arriving at the Clear Sky Sect's Martial Arts Arena.

Hundreds of direct and collateral disciples of the Clear Sky Sect had gathered there.

The tiny Tang Shan stood out sharply among the hulking men, yet he showed no trace of timidity.