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"Big brother, wake up! Hurry, wake up!"

Ning Chuan felt his shoulders being vigorously shaken by a pair of small hands, while a clear, urgent child's voice rang in his ears.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and found himself staring at a crude yet neatly kept wooden house.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the wooden window, casting mottled patches of light across the dirt floor.

A little girl of five or six stood beside the bed, her hair tied into two braids, her bright, watery eyes filled with worry.

"Stop making noise. Let me sleep another fifteen minutes..." Ning Chuan mumbled drowsily, turning over to continue sleeping.

He had stayed up writing until three in the morning last night. He was so sleepy he could barely open his eyes.

Seeing that she could not wake Ning Chuan, the girl stomped her foot angrily and ran outside.

Ning Chuan vaguely heard her crisp voice. "Mom, I called Big Brother, but he won't get up!"

Then a powerful female voice roared, "Ning Dazhuang! What time is it, and you're still fiddling with that carpentry work of yours? If you make our son and daughter miss their martial soul awakening ceremony, just see how I deal with you!"

"Y-yes, honey. I'll go wake that brat up right away," a timid male voice answered.

Heavy footsteps drew nearer, and a burly middle-aged man walked into the room.

When Ning Dazhuang saw his son still sprawled on the bed, sleeping soundly, anger surged within him. He had repeatedly reminded him yesterday to get up early for the martial soul awakening today, yet he had still ended up getting scolded because of him.

Ning Dazhuang stepped forward, grabbed the boy's ear, and gave it a hard twist.

The sudden pain completely shattered Ning Chuan's sweet dream.

He abruptly opened his eyes and saw a rugged, stubbled face with thick brows and large eyes glaring furiously at him.

"Dad?" Ning Chuan called out instinctively, then froze.

This was not what his father looked like.

A flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind...

Fasno Province, Nuoding City, Holy Soul Village, Father Ning Dazhuang, Mother Liu Lan, little sister Ning Xiaohe...

Village Chief Jack, the slovenly blacksmith Tang Hao, and his withdrawn, solitary son, Tang San...

Ning Chuan screamed inwardly, I've transmigrated into Douluo Continent, the bottom tier of fantasy worlds!

"Brat, what are you spacing out for? Do you know what day it is? Every six-year-old child in the village is going to participate in the martial soul awakening ceremony today!" Ning Dazhuang was both anxious and angry at Ning Chuan's dazed expression. "Get up and wash up. Then eat!"

Only then did Ning Chuan fully wake up. He hurriedly climbed out of bed.

He examined his tiny hands and feet. They clearly belonged to a child of five or six.

It seemed he had not only transmigrated, but also become young again.

"I'm getting up, I'm getting up," Ning Chuan quickly answered, afraid that his ear would get twisted again.

Outside, his mother Liu Lan had already set out a simple breakfast: several coarse-grain buns, a pot of thin porridge, and a small dish of pickles.

His younger sister Ning Xiaohe was already sitting at the table, sipping her porridge in small mouthfuls. When she saw Ning Chuan come out, she even made a face at him.

"Hurry up and eat. Village Chief Jack will be here to gather everyone soon," Liu Lan urged. Though her tone was hurried, she still thoughtfully placed the largest bun in front of Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan ate breakfast mechanically, but his mind was in complete chaos.

He had actually transmigrated to Douluo Continent and become an ordinary child from Holy Soul Village.

According to the original story, today was the day of the martial soul awakening. Tang San would awaken Twin Martial Souls today, while he himself...

Ning Chuan tried hard to recall this body's memories, only to discover that its original owner seemed to be an utterly ordinary minor character who had not even appeared by name in the original story.

That meant he was most likely just a background extra. The martial soul he awakened would probably be some useless thing like a hoe or a sickle, leaving him unable to become a soul master for the rest of his life.

At that thought, Ning Chuan's heart sank.

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, lacking strength meant being at the mercy of others.

He did not want to spend his whole life farming in Holy Soul Village or working as an apprentice in Nuoding City, living an ordinary life.

"What are you spacing out for? Eat!" Seeing that Ning Chuan was absentminded, Ning Dazhuang could not help urging him again.

Ning Chuan forced a smile and quickened his pace of eating.

Just then, Ning Chuan suddenly felt a strange tremor deep within his mind, as though something was awakening.

"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Ning Xiaohe noticed that Ning Chuan's face had suddenly turned pale and asked worriedly.

"Nothing, nothing." Ning Chuan shook his head, but the sensation only grew stronger.

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice rang directly in his mind:

Heavens Trash Recycling Station binding successful...