My Sign-in Life in Douluo 11

"Wait a moment," Ning Rongrong called out to Jiang Siming. She slowly raised her small hand, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and stood up.

Suddenly, a smile tugged at the corners of Ning Rongrong's mouth. She shoved Jiang Siming into the water with all her might.

Laughing triumphantly, she said, "That's the consequence for bullying this young lady yesterday. I won't admit defeat so easily. I must prove that I am stronger than all of you." With that, she walked away, casting a provocative glance back at Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming climbed out of the lake and gave a helpless smile. Little girl, you're still too young, he thought. Touching you once and getting a simple push in return? That's a bargain. Should I go for another round?

Chapter 11: Clear Sky Appears, Mirror System Activated

Jiang Siming climbed onto the bank and channeled his spirit power to evaporate the water from his clothes. He hadn't even taken two steps when a large hand suddenly reached out and shoved him back into the water.

"What the hell? Are you messing with me? What's going on?" Jiang Siming was bewildered. However, he didn't sense any killing intent, so he didn't overthink it. He looked up, ready to curse, but the moment he saw who it was, he swallowed his words.

"Uncle Hao... why are you here?" Jiang Siming asked awkwardly.

Jiang Siming had assumed that since Zhao Wuji hadn't intervened, Tang Hao wouldn't show up either. He hadn't expected him to come looking for him. Sure enough, beat the small one, and the old one comes out.

"Follow me." With that, Tang Hao walked toward the woods without looking back.

Jiang Siming felt helpless, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

Deep in the woods.

"Hmph." Suddenly, Jiang Siming felt a wave of pressure crashing down on him.

"Focus on the sensation and circulate your spirit power," Tang Hao's voice rang out.

Jiang Siming sat cross-legged and began to circulate his spirit power.

This is the strength of a Title Douluo. Just a sliver of pressure is enough to slow down my spirit power circulation.

A quarter of an hour passed, the pressure vanished, and Jiang Siming opened his eyes. He had broken through to level 30.

"Ding. Sign-in mission: Obtain a ten-thousand-year spirit ring in the Sunset Forest."

Jiang Siming slowly stood up and looked directly at Tang Hao.

"You don't seem surprised to see me." Tang Hao's voice, devoid of any emotion, sounded again.

"You don't need to answer. Everyone has their own secrets. Just like the pills you gave to Xiao San. Thank you for those," Tang Hao continued.

"Xiao San trusts you deeply. I hope you won't do anything to hurt him," Tang Hao added, his tone carrying a hint of hidden pleading and tenderness.

"Uncle Hao, I don't know what you're planning. I know you're definitely not an ordinary person. But Uncle Hao, what truly saddens Xiao San is your sudden departure. Xiao San is much more mature than you imagine; he is actually very worried about you. Your leaving was a huge blow to him. After all, you are his only family in this world," Jiang Siming said, unable to hold back. Having grown up with Tang San, it was impossible not to have feelings.

"I know. It seems Xiao San didn't misjudge you. You are indeed worthy of trust. But what I have to face is something you and Xiao San are currently powerless to stop. I must take back what belongs to me and Xiao San," Tang Hao said, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Uncle Hao, I know I can't stop you. Here are three pills, the same as the ones I gave you last time. I hope you can make the right choice," Jiang Siming said, tossing the three pills over.

"Thanks, Siming." With that, Tang Hao leaped away.

Jiang Siming sighed helplessly. When reading the original work, he had always felt a pang of regret regarding the part where Tang Hao severed his bones to return them to the sect. The once high-spirited Clear Sky Douluo reduced to a cripple—it truly made one sigh.

Jiang Siming didn't know if the pills he gave could heal Tang Hao's old injuries, but perhaps once healed, he would have the confidence to do what he intended. Jiang Siming was no saint, but he certainly wasn't heartless either. For those tragedies destined to happen, Jiang Siming believed that man could conquer fate.

Tang Hao's appearance suddenly made Jiang Siming feel the pressure. Only now did he realize that his peaceful days were numbered. Long-term comfort and a lack of opponents had made him forget the cruelty of this continent.

The moment the Spirit Master Tournament ended would be the moment Jiang Siming had to make his choice. And for now, all he could do was become as strong as possible.

Night gradually fell.

Jiang Siming returned to his dormitory and began his evening meditation.

"Ding. Detected the host's strong desire to become stronger. Activating Mirror Combat System."

Jiang Siming, who was in the middle of meditation, gradually drifted into a dream. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast, white space.

Damn, what's going on? Did I die, or did I ascend? Jiang Siming couldn't help but wonder.

"Ding. Congratulations to the host for successfully activating the Mirror World."

"System, you're saying I'm in the Mirror World? Is this another dimension?" Jiang Siming asked.

"Ding. This is a virtual world designed to train the host's combat capabilities. Do you wish to start Mirror Training?" the system's mechanical voice replied.

"Is it that amazing? Then I'll take on ten," Jiang Siming said with a touch of arrogance.

"Ding. Friendly reminder: The mirrors are replicas of the host. Their purpose is to identify the host's own weaknesses. The replicas possess every ability the host knows."

"Ding. Mirror generation successful. Quantity: ten. The host has ten seconds of preparation time. Countdown starting."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Ten people who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Siming.

"Damn, so realistic. As expected, they're as handsome as I am," Jiang Siming said narcissistically.

Just as Jiang Siming was about to take a closer look.

"Countdown ended. Training starting."

Whack! One of the mirrors slammed a fist into Jiang Siming's chest. Jiang Siming was sent flying instantly.

"Damn, what the hell? I wasn't even ready yet. And man, my own punch really hurts," Jiang Siming squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Just as Jiang Siming steadied himself, the mirror's fist came at him again.

Jiang Siming blocked with his left hand, and just as he was about to feel smug, his vision went black. Another Jiang Siming's fist had hammered into his face.