Douluo Continent: Reborn Tang Hao, the strongest dad carries a sound system

Tang Hao was awakened by a series of hurried footsteps.

He opened his eyes and saw a low wooden shed roof with a few rays of afternoon sunlight filtering through the gaps.

Beneath me was a hard wooden board, and the air was thick with the sour smell of cheap ale, mixed with the scent of dirt and rust.

This is Holy Soul Village.

The place where he and Tang San were hiding.

Tang Hao slowly sat up and raised his hand to press his forehead.

A flood of memories surged through my mind—Haotian Douluo, Spirit Hall, Ah Yin, escape, hiding one's identity… Each one felt as heavy as lead.

But the clearest memory is the last one.

A little boy with a ponytail, thin and small, but with a defiant spirit in his eyes.

Tang San. His son.

"I've traveled through time..." Tang Hao muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like sandpaper being rubbed.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker who died from overwork. When he opened his eyes, he had become Haotian Douluo in Douluo Continent.

A level 95 Title Douluo, a defector from the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect in the world, and one of the top three most wanted criminals on the Spirit Hall's bounty list.

She also has a six-year-old son.

Tang Hao looked down at his hands—rough, large, with distinct knuckles, and layers of calluses on his palms, marks left by decades of holding a hammer.

[Ding—The Strongest Daddy System has been bound to host: Tang Hao.]

Tang Hao paused.

[Host detected to have offspring: Tang San (6 years old, twin martial souls, innate full soul power).]

[System-bound target has been automatically locked: Tang San.]

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[Reward: Second Martial Soul - Sound System (Special Type Martial Soul)]

[Sound-based Martial Soul Description: The stronger the sound effect, the greater the boost to aura and strength. Base guaranteed boost: 1000%. Dynamic boost cap: None.]

[Passive effect: When the host fights to protect the bound target (Tang San), the sound effects are increased by an additional 300%, and the bound target receives a 50% boost to all attributes.]

[Note: Please carefully select your playlist. Music compatibility directly affects the boost multiplier.]

Tang Hao remained silent for a full ten seconds.

One is a Title Douluo, and his second martial soul is a sound system.

Guaranteed 10x increase in combat power, with no upper limit.

"Fine," he said, rubbing his temples. "It's better than nothing."

He sensed the condition inside his body.

The Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit rested quietly in his right hand, and the soul power of the level 95 Title Douluo was as profound as the deep sea.

However, he has many hidden injuries inside his body, some of which are even incurable.

But deep within his soul, something unfamiliar had appeared.

That was a stereo system.

It looks like an ancient metal box, with densely packed sound holes on the surface and soul guidance array patterns that Tang Hao has never seen before engraved on both sides.

It floated there quietly, as if asleep.

Tang Hao touched it with his mind—

In an instant, he seemed to hear the roar of thousands of troops, the booming of epic battle songs, and the exhilarating beat of drums.

Countless musical fragments exploded in my consciousness, each corresponding to a different emotion and power.

He quickly regained his composure and took a few deep breaths.

"Goodness, this joke existed in my past life, and I never thought I'd actually encounter it in this one."

"This battle song is really awesome, I feel like I can smash the gods."

A guaranteed 10x increase means that he can unleash combat power far exceeding level 95 under normal circumstances.

With the right music, even a level 99 Peerless Douluo might be someone he could challenge.

Moreover, there is an additional boost when "protecting Tang San".

Tang Hao's gaze darkened.

He remembered Tang Hao's tragedy in the original work very clearly—A Yin's sacrifice, living in anonymity, becoming decadent and alcoholic, watching his son being raised by Yu Xiaogang using that set of theories...

"Now that I'm here," he said in a low voice, "this path can no longer be taken."

Just then, footsteps came from outside the wooden shed.

The light, cheerful sound of a child's footsteps.

The curtain was lifted, and a little boy with a ponytail poked half his body in.

"Dad, you're awake?"

Tang San.

The six-year-old child still had chubby cheeks, and his eyes were dark and bright, like ink-black jade that had been soaked in water.

He was wearing faded coarse cloth clothes with a patch on the knee, but he was clean and energetic.

Looking at that face, Tang Hao felt as if his heart had been violently clenched.

He had no children in his past life, but at this moment, a kind of instinctive emotion welled up inside him.

Blood ties connect us, and we are as close as family.

This is his son, the child that Ah Yin gave her life for.

Tang Hao tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible: "What was the result?"

"Awakening successful."

Tang San walked in and sat down opposite Tang Hao, his expression somewhat strange—excitement, trepidation, and a hint of barely concealed nervousness.

Tang Hao remained expressionless, but his heart was already churning.

Of course he knew what Tang San's martial soul was.

Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer are twin martial souls, both possessing innate full soul power.

He knew even better what Tang San had done when he awakened.

"And then?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San extended his right hand, palm facing up.

A tiny, shimmering blue blade of grass emerges from the palm of your hand—slender, supple, with leaves that gleam with a faint blue sheen.

Blue Silver Grass, the most common plant on the continent, is regarded as a useless martial soul by everyone.

"My spirit is Blue Silver Grass, but the Soul Master said it's a useless spirit," Tang San said, puzzled.

He really doesn't understand.

Then, he lowered his right hand, and the Blue Silver Grass dissipated.

He looked up at Tang Hao, his eyes displaying a composure beyond that of a six-year-old.

"Is that all?" Tang Hao asked.

"No, there's another martial soul."

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

He raised his left hand and slowly spread his five fingers.

A ball of black light condensed in his palm, growing thicker and heavier, carrying a sense of oppression completely different from that of the Blue Silver Grass.

Finally, a small, jet-black hammer covered in ancient patterns appeared in his hand—

Haotian Hammer.

Although it was only the size of a palm, its heavy and domineering aura was exactly the same as the Clear Sky Hammer inside Tang Hao's body.

Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer as if it had no weight at all.

The Haotian Hammer originally weighed 500 jin, but it felt very light in its owner's hands.

Moreover, he didn't know it was called the Haotian Hammer; he just thought it was an ordinary iron hammer.

"When it awakened, the Blue Silver Grass appeared first, and everyone saw it."

"When the Haotian Hammer came out, I was startled and quickly put it back."

Tang San's voice was very low, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

He paused, then added, "Everyone around was busy looking at the Blue Silver Grass, and no one noticed. I tested my soul power, and they said it was innate full soul power, and then they let me go."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao showed a satisfied expression.

Looking at his son's innocent face, Tang Hao suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

He also understood why Tang San wanted to hide.

It wasn't because someone taught him.

Tang Hao, as a father, has done nothing but drink and daydream all these years, failing to fulfill his responsibilities as a father at all.

It was Tang San himself.

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