"Little Ao, get yourself ready. Come gather at the Spirit Hall in the village square shortly. The deacon will be here soon." The village chief's voice came from behind the house, interrupting Oscar's thoughts.
"Mm, I'll be right there," Oscar said.
He walked outside the thatched hut, opened the door, and stepped out. A breath of fresh air drifted in from outside.
Oscar took a deep breath. Looking at the sunlight outside, he spread his arms as though embracing the sun and thought, From today onward, the legend of Oscar begins here.
Parents from every household brought their children to gather in the square. Including Oscar, there were six or seven children of the proper age participating in this year's awakening.
Oscar stood at the very back of the line. Though there was no actual distance between them, he seemed to be separated from these children and the people of this village by a natural barrier.
Although he had been born in this village, in his previous life, he had risen steadily through the ranks. He became a distinguished soul master, married the daughter of one of the Upper Three Sects, and ultimately became Food God Douluo—the Food God. Even the continent's foremost aristocratic families had to look up to him.
Centuries of pampered living had long cultivated an air of nobility around him. His way of thinking had long since become that of an aristocrat. Deep down, he did not consider himself one of these mud-legged peasants.
Oscar had long forgotten who the children awakening this year were, and there was no need to remember them.
Because there would be only one brightest star this year: him, Oscar, the future Food God.
Oscar closed his eyes to rest, recalling everything from his previous life.
As a genius with Innate