Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 14 Rebirth: I Write Novels in Douluo Continent
Indeed, this fantasy book, "The Flame of the Hidden Mountain," is also the reason why he is so confident in front of Mang Tian.

After all, in the process of forging, who can compare to Ornn, who can casually forge divine artifacts?
Moreover, Ornn's power should not be underestimated.

After all, besides forging, he is also the god of fire, earth, and lava.

In the League of Legends universe, besides T0-level Aurelion Sol and Bard, there are a few other universe-level powerhouses.

In Runeterra, gods of Ornn's caliber, along with ascended beings who absorbed the power of the Dragon King and the Celestials, are the strongest.

Of course, after saying all that, the only function of this fantasy book now is to help him forge and improve some of his physical attributes.

After all, he is still too weak right now, so the Omnipotent Book of Fantasy can only provide him with Ornn's talent and experience in forging, but the most crucial divine power is definitely out of the question.

"But that makes sense. I don't even have the Holy Sword or the Driver. Even if the Fantasy Book can manifest Orn's power, I still can't control it."

With this thought in mind, Tang Wulin increased the speed at which he worked with the hammer.

He must make money and become stronger as soon as possible!
Only in this way can he protect the people he values ​​most!

Ten minutes later.

"Phew~" After exhaling a breath of fresh air, Tang Wulin, having finished his first swing of the hammer, spoke to Mang Tian, ​​who happened to be passing by.

"Uncle, I'm all better now. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Upon hearing this, Mang Tian was stunned for a moment, glanced at his watch, and then said with an incredulous expression.

"Are you done smashing it?"

"Yes!" Tang Wulin nodded.

Seeing Tang Wulin, who wasn't sweating much, and the number one thousand displayed on the instrument behind him, Mang Tian's expression immediately became quite interesting.

He never expected that Tang Wulin, who had such delicate skin and looked even more fragile than some pretty little girls, would be so powerful!
"No, Wu Lin, do it again, this time in front of me."

After much deliberation, Mang Tian still felt that he needed to see it for himself.

It was hard for him to believe that such a fair-skinned and delicate young man could complete the test he had set without breaking a sweat.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin shrugged, then picked up the hammer and continued swinging it.

This time, his hammer-swinging technique became increasingly skillful.

Two two-and-a-half-minute intervals later.

"From this moment forward, Wu Lin, you are my personal disciple, Mang Tian!"

Night fell, as dark as ink, slowly enveloping the Tang family home. Warm yellow light streamed softly from inside, adding a touch of coziness to this ordinary house.

"I never expected, sister-in-law, that your Linlin would be such a rare talent!"

"At first, I thought he looked like a gentle and refined girl with delicate skin, but he was incredibly strong, practically a born superhuman."

Mang Tian's voice still seemed to echo in Lang Yue's ears.

"Moreover, he not only possesses innate superhuman strength, but he also seems to have an innate talent for using a hammer. In all my years of experience in the forging industry, I have never seen such a gifted child."

"He's practically a born master of forging a divine body!"

Recalling the scene when she left Mangtian Studio, Lang Yue still felt somewhat dazed.

At that time, Mang Tian's face was full of amazement and admiration, which still left her in a daze.

Her gaze fell on the living room, where Tang Wulin was sitting comfortably on the sofa, holding a storybook and telling Na'er a story in a vivid and engaging way.

His focused expression and gentle, conversational tone made it seem as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Lang Yue watched this scene quietly, a wave of emotion rising in her heart. It turned out that her precious son really was a prodigy!
Seemingly noticing Lang Yue's gaze, Tang Wulin looked up, a bright smile spreading across his face. He then took Na'er's little hand and skipped towards her. Seeing her son's innocent smile, Lang Yue could no longer contain her excitement. She strode towards the kitchen, determined to show off her culinary skills and prepare a sumptuous meal to reward her beloved son.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the hustle and bustle. Before long, Tang Ziran finished her day's work and dragged her slightly tired body home.

He turned the key, gently pushed open the door, and was instantly stunned by what he saw.

Lang Yue sat on the sofa with a gentle smile on her face; Tang Wulin and Na'er nestled beside her, the three of them intently watching the Soul Guide TV, occasionally bursting into cheerful laughter.

The harmonious scene, like a heartwarming family portrait, stirred a warm feeling in the heart of this middle-aged office worker who had just finished get off work.

"Oh my, look, Daddy's finally back! Lin'er, Na'er, let's go eat together."

Lang Yue, with her sharp eyes, spotted Tang Ziran at the door and quickly stood up to greet her.

"Okay." Tang Wulin nodded obediently, then, like a little adult, quickly walked to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Na'er bit her lip shyly, hesitated for a moment, and then softly called out, "Daddy."

Hearing her daughter's call, Tang Ziran's eyes welled up with tears.

This is the scene he has longed for countless times in his heart during countless tiring workdays.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his son and daughter, and his beloved wife waiting for him at home. This feeling of happiness made all his fatigue disappear.

"No wonder Lang Yue always dresses Wu Lin up as a girl. With a son and a daughter like this, she has no regrets in this life!"

Tang Ziran sighed silently in her heart.

"Alright, come in quickly. You don't know how hungry the children have been waiting for you."

Lang Yue looked at Tang Ziran, who was still standing in a daze at the door, and smiled as she offered a suggestion.

Tang Ziran then came to his senses. He laughed loudly, slammed the door shut, and strode into the kitchen to help his son serve the dishes.

"Oh my, son, you did a great job today. You really made your dad proud. Your Uncle Mangtian praised you a lot in front of me today."

Lang Yue rolled her eyes and pinched Tang Ziran's ear in feigned anger.

"Stop joking around and hurry up and serve the food! Linlin has been working as a blacksmith all day and is still hungry."

"Hmph, if you weren't such a useless father, my son wouldn't be out there working as a blacksmith."

"Hehe, what can I do when my son is a genius?"

Tang Ziran smiled and scratched his head, and the family chatted and laughed as they served the food to the table.

The dinner was filled with laughter and joy, and a warm atmosphere permeated the entire room.

After dinner, it was late at night, and all was quiet.

Normally, Tang Wulin should be sitting in front of his soul-guided computer typing away at this time, but instead, he is lying on the bed with Na'er, looking at her with a doting expression.

He held the storybook in his hand, slowly turning the pages one by one, softly recounting the fantastical tales.

Because, after being silent for several days, Na'er finally responded to the story he told her today.

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and her small face showed a focused expression.

Tang Wulin naturally cherished this opportunity to change his younger sister's autism. He hoped to use these beautiful stories to open a door to happiness for Na'er.

"Legend has it that in a fantastical fairy tale world, a princess of a kingdom was suddenly kidnapped by an evil dragon, and at that moment, her guardian knight..."

Tang Wulin's voice echoed softly in the quiet night, carrying endless tenderness and expectation.

(End of this chapter)