"Unless I'm mistaken, I've transmigrated, right?"
Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, Zhang San muttered to himself. He found that he still had a light on him, and as he lit a Huazi cigarette, he thought back on why he had transmigrated.
Well, it was the utterly overused truck-of-fortune routine or something. The usual, anyway.
"Congratulations, host. You have transmigrated to the Peerless Tang Sect era and become Huo Yuhao."
When Zhang San heard the voice, his expression turned rather sour.
Good grief. Of all the people he could have transmigrated into, it had to be Huo Yuhao.
As everyone knew, the Peerless Tang Sect era of the Douluo Continent could also be called the Divine King's Dog-Training Chronicle for short.
He was clearly the original child of destiny created by the Douluo Will, yet the transmigrated Divine King had treated him like a toy.
The Divine King had also had his mother, Ah Yin, devour the world core of the Douluo Will, allowing his father to become the Plane Master.
The Douluo Will and Huo Yuhao had both been made into complete clowns.
Having come here, Zhang San felt nothing but despair. Becoming Huo Yuhao was an outright nightmare.
Most importantly, the illustrious child of destiny was an existence born in response to fate, just as the Divine King had predicted.
Early on, the Duke's Mansion treated him as less than human. In the middle, the Divine King arranged the Qiankun Dog-Training Valley. Later, he fitted his daughter with a Divine King-grade anti-Huo cover...
Zhongli Wu's sneak attack had nearly killed her, but it might as well not have existed.
Then Huo Gua hugged his own girlfriend, and the backlash activated in an instant...
It was no exaggeration to say that this identity could not have been more miserable. He had clearly held the Long Aotian script in his hands, only for someone to forcibly rewrite his fate.
Just as he was sinking into despair, the system's wonderful voice thankfully rang out again.
"Host has awakened the pick-three-out-of-six talent. Please make your selection."
Hearing this, Zhang San subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness.
He had read plenty of Douluo fanfiction, so he knew better than anyone.
Without a cheat in this era, facing the Divine King meant basically gambling on the God of Destruction keeping watch from every angle.
But that was basically bullshit too. After all, even the God of Destruction's wife, the Goddess of Life, had sided with Tang San unconditionally...
So he thought that scenario was more bullshit than anything.
Option one: Dai Hao's belated fatherly love.
"!? What kind of bullshit option is that?"
Seeing this, Zhang San began to wonder if he was in a female-audience novel. What did they mean, belated fatherly love? What the hell was that good for?
The deed had already been done, the tragedy had already happened, and he was supposed to forgive him in the end?
He decisively looked at the next one.
Option two: the Divine King's approval (PS: reduces torment).
Becoming a dog without the pain, huh?
By now, Zhang San was starting to suspect there was something wrong with his system.
Could this have been something the Divine King had made to mess with him?
Option three: Tang Wutong without the cover (unrestrained version).
666.
At this point, Zhang San really wanted to curse out the system.
Could this even count as a reward?
It was no exaggeration to say that although Wang Dong'er was a tsundere, she did have a personality of her own. Wang Qiu'er was cold and proud, but she was also devoted to pure love.
It was like combining two SSR-tier female characters into an R-tier, haughty daughter of the Divine King.
She inherited all their flaws and none of their strengths.
The first three options made Zhang San's vision go dark, again and again.
They could easily be called a painless dog package.
But he was a living, breathing person. Who wanted to become a dog without the pain?
Option four: Spirit Eyes Martial Soul undergoes a super evolution into Double Pupils.
When Zhang San saw this option, he was almost moved to tears. Double Pupils-it had to be the Double Pupils he was thinking of, right?
Did he even need to choose? Could those first ones be called options? They were punishments!
He chose option four without the slightest hesitation.
After that, Zhang San continued reading.
Option five: the complete version of Tian Meng's sacrifice.
At this, Zhang San's breathing grew heavy.
Tian Meng might have been weak, but even with his life drained away, he had helped Huo Yuhao secure godhood as a minimum.
With the complete Tian Meng, wouldn't that make up for all the deficiencies in Huo Yuhao's foundation in one go?
It was no exaggeration to say that with Tian Meng's million years of vitality, even Gangzi could be fed into a Radiant Sacred Dragon.
Option six: Electrolux, who would regain his peak strength within ten years, becomes your teacher.
!!?
At that moment, Zhang San felt as though he had been struck by lightning.
Just how valuable was Electrolux? It was no exaggeration to say that even as a remnant soul, he had given Huo Yuhao a chance to escape the Divine King's clutches.
Unfortunately, the Divine King had ultimately dealt with that unstable factor.
Electrolux at his peak.
The true Holy Necromancer?!
It was no exaggeration to say that by unleashing a Calamity of the Undead, he could even try to fight his way into the Divine Realm.
The cultivation systems of the two worlds were different, but one thing was certain: Electrolux at his peak definitely had the strength of a Divine King.
A protector of that caliber was what truly gave someone a sense of security.
Still, Zhang San was somewhat cautious, so he glanced at the line of small print beneath the final option.
[Part of his strength will be unlocked each year, with his peak strength unlocked after ten years. Immediately after selection, he will be equivalent to the Eighth Rank, or the level of a Titled Douluo.]
Seeing this, Zhang San finally breathed a tentative sigh of relief.
If he was too weak at the start, there wouldn't be much point, would there?
"I choose four, five, and six."
He made his choices without the slightest hesitation.
After his consciousness blurred briefly, Zhang San found his frail body kneeling beside an unnamed tombstone. Three large characters, Huo Yun'er, appeared to have been carved into it with a stone.
Unless he was mistaken, his current body was ten-year-old Huo Yuhao.
So Huo Yuhao subconsciously muttered, "Fusion?"
The instant the word left his mouth, Huo Yuhao felt as though his eyes were about to be destroyed.
A supreme power that seemed to come from another world was reshaping his eyes.
The pain, which felt as though it would blind him, gradually faded away bit by bit.
When Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again, the blue abruptly vanished, replaced by a noble purple.
His Double Pupils seemed like abysses within his eyes, containing the power to devour and unravel everything.
At the same time, beneath a silvery-white rift in time, a white jade-colored figure slowly descended, bearing a vast, surging vitality.
The moment he descended, the surrounding lightning tribulation seemed to be gathering.
It was the great tribulation Tian Meng would face upon reaching a million years, but before it could arrive, he was already beginning to fuse directly with Huo Yuhao.
With Tian Meng there, Huo Yuhao did not need to do anything.
Everything seemed to fall naturally into place.
The mental domain, flowing like water, quieted everything around them.
After a short while, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again.
The first thing he heard was Tian Meng's somewhat noisy voice.
"Eh, looks like I found a human with the Mental Attribute. Wait, looks like I... the timing of the sacrifice... hiss, no, kid, you seem a little freakish."
As Tian Meng muttered, Huo Yuhao felt that his spiritual power was stronger than ever before.
The fluctuations of his Soul Power radiated outward: rank thirty.
Well, Huo Yuhao had originally been one rank short of breaking through to rank ten. Rising so far in one go was barely worthy of a million years of accumulated power. Still, he could feel that the power within him seemed to remain sealed.
Immediately afterward, gray power descended, and a figure slowly stepped out of a rift in space and time.
"Elder Yi?"
At that moment, he could not help muttering to himself inwardly.
This is what should come standard with a fully realized child of destiny...