Give Douluo a technological shock

Chen Fu, how could you, a mere mortal, inadvertently break through the barriers of time and space and exert influence on the gods separated by two worlds?

Is this something that force can achieve? Is this something that great power can achieve? Is this something that coercive force can achieve?

You, from a foreign land, always possess an inexplicable confidence. You are confident in your wisdom, confident in your skills, confident in everything you do...

Some gods say you are heretics, some gods say you are defying the world, some gods say you are arrogant and rude...

Actually, isn't this the confidence you have from a foreign civilization?

The narrator, a master craftsman, is still diligently crafting the most exquisite work with the simplest tools, while the young man on the throne rests his chin on his hand, gazing with complex emotions at the unchanging, illusory sky in mid-air.

"Is this what you're doing? Turning the Douluo Realm into a civilization?"

We look forward to the day when the fog clears, and you give us a special surprise.

The young man on the throne had a hint of longing in his eyes, and then he smiled inexplicably.

"Once I get rid of the chronic disease, I will also create a great divine civilization."

"God, we still need to have dreams, what if they come true?"

……

Regardless of the situation in the God Realm, Chen Fu is unaware of it at the moment. He usually only cares whether he is still alive or not. If he is alive, it means he has lived another day. If he is not alive, then... he is already dead.

Fortunately, the divine realm isn't entirely populated by barbarians, and Chen Fu is doing quite well now. It could be said that having divine protection is actually quite beneficial; without the God of Crafts, Chen Fu wouldn't dare to be so radical.

He felt that if Tang San was to hate someone, he should hate one more person, such as the God of Crafts.

Because he's doing something quite shameful right now: bullying someone's mother who's a hundred thousand years old...

……

Boom!

Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed, and the already stuffy, humid, and suffocatingly smelly room, filled with the stench of rotting old wood, suddenly felt a chill.

"Second brother! I..."

Lying on the only relatively clean old wooden bed in the room, the gentle woman, covered in sweat, covered her pregnant belly with one hand and clung tightly to the arm of the man beside her with the other.

Sharp fingernails pierced the man's skin, and gushing crimson blood dripped from the gaps between the nails onto the ground. The man, however, paid no heed. Instead, he gently cradled the woman's delicate face, pale and rosy with a few drops of blood, which quickly turned deathly white. Suppressing his inner fear, he trembled and said:

"Third sister, I'm here! I'm here! Everything will be alright! Everything will be alright!"

Tang Hao, a burly man, trembled violently with his hands and his body quivered slightly. The worry and fear in his heart were like a torrent bursting its banks, sweeping over him with overwhelming force.

He did something foolish; not wanting to owe the sect too much, he chose to escape alone with Ah Yin.

However, on the way, they encountered pursuers led by Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and in the battle, Ah Yin was injured!

He simply couldn't imagine what he would do if anything happened to Ah Yin!

He really wanted to slap himself right then and there. If he wasn't afraid of worrying Ah Yin, Tang Hao would be filled with regret and forced himself to swallow it down.

"Cough cough! Second...Second Brother!"

Beads of sweat the size of peas appeared on Ah Yin's face, then slid down her cheeks, brushing against Tang Hao's rough palms and fair skin.

"Yes! I'm here! I'm here!"

Tang Hao hurriedly grasped Ah Yin's hand, which was covered in blue veins, and brought his head close to Ah Yin's ear. Although he was somewhat at a loss, he was still trying to hide his panic.

"Second brother...we...our child is about to be born, we should be happy, cough cough, we should be happy, we should, we should smile."

While using her abundant life force to sustain the fetus within her, Ah Yin tried to smile and whispered to her husband.

"Good, good! Good! I'm happy! I'm happy! Ah Yin, I'm happy!"

Looking at his wife's current state, Tang Hao suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and his vision blurred. Thinking of his vow back then, and looking at his current situation, he felt he deserved to die!

He's now even unsure if he can keep the baby, even if...

Childbirth is a magnificent event in nature that cannot be described in words. It is a tug-of-war between life and death, in which the mother of life frantically shakes the divine authority from the void of chaos.

Even the Blue Silver Emperor was no exception. As a life-type plant-based soul beast, when her unborn child was injured, all she could do was... fulfill her love for her offspring as a mother...

Letting the heavy rain wash over her body, Chen Fu sat quietly on the roof of the wooden house, listening to the heart-wrenching sobs coming from inside, watching the dark shadows getting closer and closer on the path in the distance, just watching the rain fall and silently listening to the flowers weeping.

He didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps he was marveling at the perfect timing, perhaps he was marveling at the greatness of maternal love, perhaps he was despising his father's stubbornness... In short, tonight's rain, like the human heart, was tinged with a dark, icy coldness.

……

The pillowcase was soaked with bright red blood. Ah Yin's lower body was covered by an exquisite black-patterned white umbrella. Helpless, Tang Hao could only hold Ah Yin's hand with trembling hands, clenching his fists tightly amidst her painful moans.

A faint, warm blue-green light of life gradually shone on Ah Yin's body. For some reason, fear began to creep into her heart. It was a fear without any reason, as if the deepest, most painful memories were trying to remind her. However, she felt that she could not wake up. Because she had dispersed most of the cultivation she had made in human form, she had finally saved her child's life.

At this moment, she was already overwhelmed by this indescribable joy, and she no longer cared about the random thoughts that were running through her mind.

"Click! Wow!"

With a squeak of a child instinctively choking on water, the loss of Ah Yin's immense life force was instantly replaced by this unspoken joy.

Just as the child was about to open his eyes, through the black edge of the white oil-paper umbrella, in the warm, bluish light, he saw Tang Hao's eyes widen in disbelief. Then he heard a voice he would never forget for the rest of his life.

"Third Sister, no!"

……

The gale tore through the rainy night, and the dazzling angelic light, like the sun, solemnly and mercilessly looked down upon Tang Hao, who was huddled in the ruins. The crimson soul ring on Tang Hao's body, as red as blood, stood silently on the ruins, just like the overwhelming killing intent in Tang Hao's heart, rendering the rainy night under the golden holy light with an abnormal, morbid crimson.

……

On the blood-red ground where minced flesh had exploded, Tang Hao's body was cracked and covered in blood. He looked at the baby in his arms, and an unnatural chill appeared on his face.

……

After the severely injured Tang Hao left carrying the baby, a long-haired man holding a black umbrella silently appeared in the dark ruins where a light rain had started to fall again.

He carefully avoided the craters created by the angel's blade and Haotian Hammer, then returned to the original location of the wooden house, where he accurately picked up a black-patterned white umbrella from the muddy ground beneath the dust.

Despite the intense fighting, the frail white oil-paper umbrella remained spotless, even after being taken from the mud.

With his left hand holding a white-patterned black umbrella, Chen Fu looked like a solemn fareweller, a black-clad astute person who stood alone amidst a world of white. With his right hand, he picked up the black-patterned white umbrella, bent slightly, and held it up to an empty space to the side.

Why bother? Right?

Chen Fu looked at the place that was originally empty. Under the white umbrella, Ah Yin stood there blankly, looking lost.

"Just a stillborn baby, right?"

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Chapter 181: Another Version of Tang San's Childhood

Chapter 188 Another Version of Tang San's Childhood

The two time travelers from Xingdou once got together to discuss the mysteries of time travel, rebirth, and reincarnation.

Electrolux is a transmigrator, someone who forcibly crossed the border under the interference of irresistible forces. He is a "virus," an existence that the world's will prioritizes dealing with, if given the chance.

Chen Fu was a reincarnation of a soul. He spent his childhood in a state of confusion. Starting from the age of three, he gradually broke through the mystery of his birth. His memories of his past life gradually returned, and his wisdom, which transcended his age and era, slowly emerged. It wasn't until he awakened his martial soul at the age of six that all his experiences and wisdom from his past life were fully awakened. His vision, which was beyond the understanding of his time, allowed him to secretly help his adoptive father establish a city called Star Moon in the chaotic buffer zone between the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

Chen Fu didn't know how to define his identity. His uniqueness began to show little by little when he was three years old, and finally reached its peak when he was six years old, with a period of adjustment in between.

Chen Fu was unsure whether this was a reincarnation or a result of the interaction between the old and new Chen Fu, leading to the current Starry Sky Chen Fu.

But one thing is certain: he does not fall under the category of possession.

A mature soul has an unparalleled corrupting effect on a newborn soul.

To put it simply, imagine the soul of an ordinary person with a wealth of knowledge being implanted into a newborn extraordinary embryo.

Perhaps this ordinary, mature soul would be easily devoured by the extraordinary, pure soul inside the extraordinary embryo, since they are not on the same level.

But suddenly, a life experience appeared in this extraordinary soul that was like a blank sheet of paper…

So, is this considered an alternative form of rebirth?

Which version of you is it: the you of the previous second or the you of the next second?

What if you had died a second ago?

This is a philosophical question belonging to "me." Chen Fu and Electrolux had argued about it, and Chen Fu had even shown Electrolux her technical data on soul fusion. The fusion of an adult soul with a soul beast soul would turn someone into a madman who is neither human nor ghost. And if an adult soul were fused with a soul beast embryo... that would be a walking uncanny valley.

……

The rain continued to fall. Amidst the filthy ruins, Chen Fu quietly held an umbrella over the dejected woman kneeling in the mud.

The scenes involving Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin basically end here; the following scenes are a solo performance by the Sea God Soul Pearl.

Therefore, at this moment, Gintoki is a sober Gintoki.

"I've conducted experiments, experiments about the soul."

Chen Fu looked at Ah Yin, who was still sitting blankly in the wet, messy mud, staring aimlessly into the distance, and quietly said:

"So I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to listen."

Ultimately, Chen Fu returned the power of choice to A Yin.

"..."

Ah Yin didn't speak, but just knelt helplessly in the cold mud, staring blankly at the open space not far away, lost in thought.