From Douluo to Godhood: Chapter 1

Defying the Heavens to Become a God from Douluo Continent by Three-Inch Mushroom

Synopsis:

It is the same old Holy Soul Village, and the same familiar plot device.

Jiang Chen has awakened a mysterious martial soul never before seen on the Douluo Continent.

Born of the world's resentment, feeding on blood, neither entering the cycle of reincarnation nor falling into hell, struck by heavenly lightning, immortal and indestructible—he is cast out of the six paths of reincarnation by the heavens themselves.

To Jiang Chen, who knows the predetermined ending, following Tang San would have been the easiest path. Yet, after many twists and turns, he finds himself in Spirit Hall instead.

At first, Jiang Chen felt a bit depressed, but upon reflection, Spirit Hall is actually quite sweet.

A beautiful master in Bibi Dong, the lovely Xiao Xue, and a vixen of a senior sister...

[Congratulations to the host for surviving another heavenly tribulation. Reward: one bottle of Tribulation Lightning Fluid, one spirit ring upgrade voucher...]

Watching the tribulation clouds slowly dissipate above his head, Jiang Chen sighed in frustration: "When will these days of being struck by lightning ever end!"

Chapter 1: The Plague God of Holy Soul Village

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, southwest, Fasinuo Province, Holy Soul Village.

Early morning, just as the sky began to brighten, a rooster crowed, followed by a chorus of crows throughout Holy Soul Village. The full moon on the horizon began to fade away.

In the northernmost, most secluded part of Holy Soul Village, there sat a small courtyard.

As the rooster crowed, a boy of about five or six years old on the roof of the house slowly opened his eyes.

If anyone were here, they would be shocked to discover that the moment the boy opened his eyes, his pupils were entirely black, without a trace of white.

His eyes were as black as ink, eerie and terrifying, with faint wisps of black mist swirling around them, sinister and chilling.

This bizarre sight lasted only for an instant before returning to normal. The boy looked toward the horizon, where the sky was turning a pale white, and stood up.

His short black hair made him look sharp, and though his clothes were simple and his skin slightly pale, his eyes were incredibly piercing, giving off an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes flickered. He caught sight of a small figure leaving the village entrance. With a flash of movement, the figure covered a distance of ten feet in a single stride, heading rapidly toward a small mountain in the distance.

"That kid Tang San is off to the mountain to cultivate again. I wonder what level his Mysterious Heaven Skill has reached. Still, calculating the time, Su Yuntao should be arriving soon," the boy on the roof muttered to himself.

As he spoke, the sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by a bright and spirited gaze.

His name is Jiang Chen, a child of Holy Soul Village, though his reputation in the village is far from good.

Everyone views him like a venomous snake or a scorpion, avoiding him at all costs. Some have even nicknamed him "Jinx" or "Plague God."

Anyone who gets close to him—even livestock—never meets a good end.

"End cultivation!" Jiang Chen stretched his body vigorously, his bones popping and cracking. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he leaped, jumping directly down from the roof several meters high.

His figure landed as softly as a ghost, completely unharmed. If anyone had witnessed this, they would surely have been shocked speechless.

For a six-year-old child, being able to climb onto a roof is already an incredible feat, let alone jumping down from it like that.

Dusting off his backside, Jiang Chen was just about to hum a tune in triumph when he caught sight of the corner of the courtyard. The two plump pheasants kept in the chicken coop were already stiff.

"My chickens!" Jiang Chen cried out in agony, taking a single step to arrive before the coop.

He reached out to poke the two pheasants; their bodies were rigid. He confirmed they were dead, as dead as they could possibly be.

"What a waste." With a pained expression, he reached out and touched the bodies of the two birds.

Eerily, wisps of faint black mist began to emerge from the pheasants, converging toward his palm before sinking into his body.