Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 1 Angel
"Level 10... I've finally broken through!"

Huo Yuhao, sitting cross-legged on the pile of straw, opened his eyes, and for the first time, a hazy sense of power emerged from his usually slender body.

At level ten, he's reached a point where he can absorb a spirit ring. From now on, he just needs to find a ten-year spirit beast to deal with and he can continue to advance.

In this way, perhaps all the hard times will be over for now...

"Mother…"

Huo Yuhao stared at the empty bed: "Did you see that?"

He is useless.

Even the servants' children only need three years at most to break through to the first level, but he took a full five years. He practically wore his mother out, only achieving this a year after her death.

If only it could have been earlier, if only he could have been stronger.

"hateful…"

Huo Yuhao pounded the straw fiercely: "Why am I the only good-for-nothing!"

If he had a higher level of innate soul power, how could the Duchess dare to humiliate him like this?
If his awakened martial soul is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, where would those servants get the audacity to be so arrogant and bossy!
Why in this world...?

"Are the lowly born lowly?!"

Huo Yuhao growled in frustration.

His words seemed to have struck a nerve. A thunderous boom echoed in his ears, and all the sounds and colors he could perceive vanished in terror, his consciousness banished to a pitch-black world.

Click…

A crack appeared in the darkness before us, and golden light shone through it.

……

In the golden space, a phantom figure floated in mid-air.

Call ~
The illusory angel opened its eyes, and the scattered fragments of light from its body became increasingly numerous, to the point that even the cracks on its body could not be concealed.

She is dying.

Lingering on the verge of decay.

There are no windows here, only a single doorway connecting to the pitch-black world outside. A golden hourglass hangs in the center of the ceiling, its base imprinted with strange patterns.

This was something she did idly in this empty world, when she had nothing else to do. The golden sands flowed by, calculating her dwindling remaining time.

"Someone's coming..."

The angel sighed and floated to the ground, revealing its appearance from its previous life amidst flashes of golden light.

It was at this time.

squeak~
A soft sound came from the door.

"Hello...you..."

Some thin, small boys peeked out from under the door, asking, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

Were they sent to test her?

Or was it triggered naturally by the fragmented divine essence?

However, neither the former nor the latter matters anymore. She doesn't have much time left.

Qian Renxue crossed her arms and squinted at the boy who exuded an air of poverty: "I don't know where this is either... Come in first."

"Oh."

Huo Yuhao squeezed through the crack in the door and closed it behind him, then stood there by the door, not daring to move.

Well-behaved.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue was inexplicably amused, but a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

During her lifetime, even among the palace servants, few were as humble and cautious as Huo Yuhao. This kid seemed to have been bullied since childhood, afraid of showing any abnormality.

"Wha...what happened..."

Huo Yuhao tensed up, fearing that the person in front of him would punch and kick him.

There were many maids in the Duke's mansion, but they were just as ruthless as the Duke himself, and they would target places where it was hard to leave a mark. Even if his mother brought him to discuss the matter, there would be no way to prove it.

The older woman in front of me looked to be in her early twenties, and her demeanor and bearing exuded nobility, clearly indicating that she was not from an ordinary background.

If I anger her, it might be...

Suddenly, the image of a certain young master appeared in Huo Yuhao's mind, and his eyes became serene.

That damn bastard...

'A boy with a story.' Even from several meters away, Qian Renxue could see the fleeting pain and resentment on his face, and she became somewhat interested in this poor boy who had appeared out of nowhere: 'What's your name? Where are you from?'

"Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao pursed his lips: "I have no home. I have no family."

Homeless?

He has no relatives either...

Qianrenxue sighed softly.

Compared to him, my life has been somewhat fortunate. Although I only opened up to my biological mother after my defeat, I still have a grandfather who loves me deeply and a group of old men who care about me.

Poor kid…

"Um, this lady."

Seeing the look of emotion on her face, Huo Yuhao mustered his courage and asked, "What's wrong with my body right now? Why am I transparent? Am I... already dead?"

A glance swept over his body, making him shift his position somewhat awkwardly.

"No, you are still alive. Your soul simply entered this space by chance."

Qian Renxue pointed her finger, and a ray of spiritual light entered her body, instantly solidifying her illusory and weak form: "It's just that because your soul is very weak, it's somewhat difficult to maintain."

Even though it was just a lingering consciousness about to perish, she could still see Huo Yuhao's strength.

"You're really in need of a spirit ring right now, aren't you?"

Qian Renxue smiled and asked, "Although I don't have much power left, it's barely enough to give you a first spirit ring that perfectly fits your body."

"Isn't it only soul beasts that can be equipped with soul rings?"

Huo Yuhao looked on in disbelief: "Could it be that you are a god?!"

"Ah. It used to be."

Qian Renxue gave a bitter smile, unwilling to say more: "So, you want it?"

The chance to add a first spirit ring... and a perfect match at that.

An indescribable joy flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

If it were up to his own abilities, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to obtain a spirit ring that was over a hundred years old. But now, this tremendous surprise was right in front of him.

An opportunity to rewrite one's destiny.

"I…"

Huo Yuhao's voice was low and hoarse: "I refuse."

"Ugh?"

Qian Renxue, who was already gathering her last bit of strength, interrupted in surprise: "Why?"

Huo Yuhao bit his lip: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. My innate soul power is only level one, so giving me that soul ring would be a waste."

My mother's last words before she passed away were, "Don't covet what isn't yours."

He always remembered it.

"...Level 1".

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

So, someone with a first-level innate talent can advance to the first ring at the age of eleven?

During the time she lived, anyone who reached the first level of the ring before the age of twelve could be considered a genius in a small city.

"Has Douluo Continent developed this fast?"

Qian Renxue sighed like an old woman, utterly dejected. However, she quickly composed herself and patted Huo Yuhao's head.

"Don't be discouraged. In my time, no one who started at the same point could catch up with you. Not even those with innate level four or five soul power."

Qian Renxue paused, looking at her gradually shattering and dissipating fingertips, and sighed again: "So be it. I'll give you a fortune, this is the last thing I can leave in this world."

　Based on the original text, the calculation is as follows.

　　先天一级的话，霍雨浩付出三倍努力五年升九级，正常来说就是9/15=0.6，每年0.6级。他9/5=1.8。

　　Dai Huabin was born with a level nine innate talent, and his score in the same year was 22/5 = 4.4.
　　4.4 / 0.6 = 7.333333333
　　Considering that the total amount of soul power required to advance from the second to the third ring is definitely greater, it can be determined that innate soul power and cultivation speed are basically in a multiple relationship... at least that's how it should be set up in the second part.

　　The first part was even worse. He was born with full soul power, but at the age of twelve, he was only at level twenty-something. It was because he was too busy dating the rabbit.

　　Conversely, Huo Yuhao's progress bar is equivalent to the fourth or fifth level of the Innate Realm in the first game of Douluo Continent...

　　hang?
　　What does hanging mean?
　　If even a master with only half a level of innate talent could rise to level twenty-nine with the sect's full support, isn't it reasonable for me, Huo Yuhao, to put in some effort?
　　Seriously, who wants to write a story where Huo Yuhao transmigrates into Qian Renxue's body, with a level 20 innate talent?! He's never fought a battle with such abundant resources before...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)