Douluo Continent: Possessing Tang San's Body, Inheriting Life and Destruction

On a bottomless cliff, shrouded in rain and mist, halfway up the mountain, a young rock climbing enthusiast is suspended at the end of a rope, his fingers gripping the rock crevices tightly, his entire body pressed against the slippery rock face.

This rock climbing enthusiast is named Tang Shan. He is 26 years old, lean and strong, and loves rock climbing. He has already conquered many dangerous peaks.

The weather was fine at first, but in an instant, dark clouds surged and gathered from all directions, and the sky darkened like dusk.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops pelted down, turning into a torrential downpour in an instant. A strong wind, carrying the rain, lashed Tangshan mercilessly.

Rainwater on the rock face gathered into trickles, cascading down through the cracks in the rocks, making it almost impossible for Tangshan to open his eyes.

Tangshan was blown around and swayed violently, the safety rope rubbing intensely against the edge of the rock face.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, before Tangshan could react, the rope snapped!

"No!!!"

In despair, Tangshan let out a final roar as his body plummeted downwards, the wind whistling in his ears. Below lay endless darkness, the bottomless cliff like a gaping maw, waiting to swallow him whole.

Tang Shan's mind went blank, with only one thought remaining: It's over, this time it's really over.

Just when Tang Shan thought he was about to be smashed to pieces and his flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the feeling of falling suddenly changed.

There was no expected impact, no excruciating pain. Tang Shan felt as if he had fallen into an endless void, his body sinking deeper and deeper.

All around was chaos, pitch black, with neither sky nor ground visible. Tang Shan felt as if he had been thrown into a thick ball of ink, completely disoriented and unable to distinguish up from down.

"Where...where am I? Didn't I fall off a cliff?"

After an unknown amount of time, Tangshan struggled to open his eyes.

A glimmer of light appeared in my field of vision, and a figure gradually emerged from the halo of light.

To be precise, it was a young man dressed in ancient costume, with delicate features, but his eyes and brows revealed a cold and stern look. The young man stood with his hands behind his back, not far away, his gaze coldly fixed on Tangshan.

Tang Shan was momentarily dazed and subconsciously blurted out, "You are...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the boy suddenly raised his hand and waved it, sending an invisible gust of wind rushing towards him.

"What kind of monster dares to challenge me for this body? You're courting death!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a palm struck down on Tang Shan’s head.

Tang Shan had no time to react; he felt as if his entire consciousness had been struck by a heavy hammer, violently shaking and almost collapsing on the spot.

"Who are you? How rude of you! Why did you hit me?!" Tang Shan shouted, both shocked and angry, clutching his head.

The boy ignored him, his figure approaching like a ghost, his palms flashing, his legs swift and fierce, each move ruthless and merciless. Every attack landed precisely on Tang Shan's consciousness, knocking Tang Shan off balance and nearly collapsing.

"Keep hitting me? You little punk, if you hit me again I'm calling the police!" Tang Shan shouted hoarsely, "Ah...stop hitting me...ah...!"

The young man's expression remained unchanged; instead, his attacks became even more ferocious. He coldly declared, "No matter what sect or school you belong to, daring to contend with me for my body, you are already courting death!"

Tangshan had no time to defend himself; the attack came like a storm. Tangshan could only instinctively dodge and escape.

However, the opponent's movements were unpredictable and his attacks were ruthless, clearly indicating that he was a skilled martial artist. Tang Shan couldn't even touch the hem of the opponent's clothes.

In just a few breaths, Tang Shan was beaten to the point of near death, his consciousness almost transparent, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to vanish completely at any moment.

Tang Shan felt a deep sense of despair: "I didn't die from the fall, but I was beaten to death in this godforsaken place I don't even know the name of. Is this God trying to torture my corpse again and again? I'm innocent!!"

Just as Tangshan's consciousness was about to completely dissipate, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly exploded in Tangshan's mind:

[The system has detected that the host is about to be eliminated. It can provide assistance once, but the host needs to activate a life-or-death pact. If activated, it will...]

When life and death are at stake, who cares about anything else!

Tang Shan didn't want to hear what happened next. With his last ounce of strength, he screamed in his mind: Start, start, start now! Can't you see I'm about to be beaten to death by this little punk?

[Contract initiation...]

The contract is established.

[The system has begun assisting the host in possessing another body...]

The next second, a vast and powerful force surged forth from the depths of Tangshan's consciousness.

Tang Shan felt that his body, or rather his consciousness, was suddenly filled with boundless power.

Tang Shan instinctively raised his hand, and that hand gripped the boy's throat like an iron clamp. The speed was unbelievable, the force astonishing; the boy didn't even have time to react before he was firmly locked in place.

"What is this?!" The boy's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, horror appeared in his eyes.

Before the words were even finished, the boy's body began to tremble violently as he struggled desperately. He gripped Tang Shan's arm tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately he could not overcome the suppression of that force.

A moment later, just before the boy was about to be completely annihilated, his figure suddenly vanished like smoke, as if dragged away by some mysterious force and disappeared into the unknown void.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Tang Shan collapsed into his sea of ​​consciousness, utterly exhausted, gasping for breath. Although his consciousness was barely preserved, it was clearly extremely weak.

[Congratulations, host, on your successful possession!]

[Due to assisting the host in possessing another body, the system has consumed excessive energy and will permanently disappear!]

The system has left three life-and-death contract marks within the host's body.

[The host must complete three tasks stipulated in the life-and-death contract. Each completed task will automatically remove one mark.]

[If the task is not completed, the mark will explode from within the body, perishing along with the host!]

[Good luck, host!]

The mechanical sound vanished completely, as if it had never existed. In Tangshan's sea of ​​consciousness, only three faint golden marks remained suspended.

Three years later.

In the blacksmith shop of Holy Soul Village, Fasno Province, Douluo Continent, a thin child of about three years old was sitting in front of the furnace, carefully adding firewood to the firebox.

The firelight shone on the child's tender face, making his little face rosy red.

The child was handsome with clear features and bright, black and white eyes, but there was always a sense of composure and helplessness in his eyes that was very different from his age.

Before long, the porridge in the pot began to bubble and steam.

The child skillfully ladled out the porridge, carefully placed it on a worn wooden table, and then called out into the inner room, "Dad, the porridge is ready!"

But only heavy snoring came from the inner room, and no one answered.

The child didn't seem to mind, as if he was already used to it. He walked to the front door and sat down on the threshold, his small body leaning against the door frame, his gaze passing over the path at the village entrance and looking towards the distant, rolling mountains.

His eyes were filled with a helplessness and melancholy that seemed out of place for someone his age.

This child is Tang Shan, or more accurately, he should be called Tang San now.

That's right. It wasn't until three years later that Tang Shan finally understood that the ancient-clad youth who tried to kill him in that sea of ​​consciousness was none other than Tang San, who came from the Tang Clan.

The two fought to the death over this body. In the end, Tang Shan successfully possessed the body by relying on that mysterious system, drove away Tang San from the Tang Sect, and became the "protagonist" Tang San of Douluo Continent.

Tang San of the Tang Sect was also rescued by a mysterious force before his death, and that force must have chosen a new person for his rebirth.