Chapter 1 – Death and Rebirth
Lin Feng always believed death would be quiet. A blink, a breath, and then nothingness.
He never expected it to be so loud.
The screech of twisting metal filled his ears as headlights bore down on him. He had been crossing the street, earbuds in, half-distracted by the latest web novel on his phone. The last thing he saw was the truck's driver, eyes wide, mouth open in a scream that never reached Lin Feng's ears before—
Impact.
Pain.
Then silence.
When Lin Feng opened his eyes, there was no street, no car, no pain.
He stood in a vast expanse of shifting colors, stars swirling like an ocean around him. His body felt weightless, yet sharper, clearer than it ever had in life.
A voice came from everywhere at once—deep, amused, ancient.
"So fragile. So careless. And yet… your soul shines brighter than most I've seen in centuries."
Lin Feng spun around, but there was no figure, only shifting galaxies. "Where am I? Some kind of afterlife?"
A chuckle. "If you wish to call it that. I am not God. Not your god, at least. Think of me as… an omniversal observer. I watch worlds rise and fall. And every so often, I pluck a soul that amuses me."
Lin Feng blinked. "You sound like one of those system novels I read."
"Exactly. You humans create stories to mimic truths you cannot see. But today, story becomes reality for you. You died pitifully, but your desires echo louder than your regrets. That makes you… entertaining."
Lin Feng's lips curled into a smirk despite the absurdity. "So what? You'll reincarnate me in some fantasy world?"
"Clever," the voice said, pleased. "Yes. A world of spirit masters and martial souls. A world where strength rules. A world called—Douluo."
Lin Feng's heart skipped. He knew that name. He had read it. Tang San, Shrek, Spirit Hall. A world both brutal and beautiful.
The voice continued, its tone indulgent. "Three wishes, mortal. Ask, and I shall grant. But choose wisely—greed without thought ends in ruin."
Lin Feng thought fast. His mind was already racing through every overpowered setup he had ever read. Strength was survival in Douluo. Knowledge was dominance. And charm… well, he wouldn't mind enjoying life along the way.
He raised his chin, pride sparking in his eyes. "First. I want the Doomsday Bloodline from DC. The power to adapt, to regenerate, to grow stronger through every battle. No ceiling. No limit."
The stars pulsed. "A monstrous choice. Doomsday's bloodline will make you feared, hated, unstoppable. But it will burn you if you lack will. Are you prepared to be a calamity?"
Lin Feng grinned. "That's exactly what I want."
"Second," Lin Feng said, his tone sharper, "I want the Infinite Library. A mind that contains every piece of knowledge I have ever read, learned, or will study. I want instant recall. Perfect comprehension. The ability to apply martial arts, techniques, or theories flawlessly the moment I read them."
The galaxies rippled in approval. "Knowledge is the sharpest blade. You seek power, but also mastery. A rare balance."
Lin Feng chuckled. "Rare? Nah. Just smart."
"And my third wish…" Lin Feng's voice slowed, his smirk widening. "I want the Supreme Devouring Physique. A body that is always perfect—clean, handsome, flawless. A body that automatically devours any poison, curse, or mutation that would harm me. I want to never rot, never stink, never look weak. I want women to turn their heads without me even trying."
The laughter of the omniversal being shook the stars. "Vanity and lust, hand in hand. You are honest, at least. Very well, Lin Feng. You shall have the physique of perfection, and the hunger to devour all that dares to alter you."
The stars pulsed brighter, wrapping around him like chains of light. Lin Feng's soul burned, reshaped. He felt the Doomsday Bloodline root into him, a furnace of endless adaptation. The Infinite Library unfolded inside his mind, shelves stretching beyond sight, every book he had ever read shimmering within. The Supreme Devouring Physique wrapped around him like a second skin, his body humming with vitality and unnatural allure.
He gasped, exhilarated. "This… this is insane."
"Insane?" the voice echoed, amused. "No. This is the beginning of your story. You asked for calamity. You asked for perfection. Now prove you can wield them."
The stars collapsed inward. The cosmos folded into nothingness.
Lin Feng felt himself pulled, compressed, and hurled into a tunnel of light. His laughter echoed even as the void swallowed him.
"Fine! I'll play your game! In this new world… I'll carve my name into heaven itself!"
When Lin Feng opened his eyes again, he was no longer weightless. He was swaddled in silk, small, weak, his limbs tiny. A baby's cry slipped from his lips.
But his mind was awake. His Infinite Library burned brightly in the back of his head. His Doomsday blood thrummed faintly, like a volcano waiting to erupt. His Supreme Physique kept his skin soft, perfect, his body humming with unnatural health.
A beautiful woman's face leaned over him, violet eyes sharp and cold, yet softened as she cradled him.
Bibi Dong.
The Pope of Spirit Hall.
His new mother.
"So the child survives," a priest murmured in the background.
"His eyes… they shine like amethysts. How unusual."
Bibi Dong's lips curved faintly. "He will be raised as mine. His name…" She paused, gazing at the infant Lin Feng as though she saw something both dangerous and necessary. "Lin Feng. He will grow under my shadow. And one day, he will burn this world as I command."
Lin Feng, tiny as he was, let out a laugh instead of a cry. The priests shivered.
Even as a newborn, he radiated danger.
That night, as moonlight streamed through Spirit Hall's windows, the baby Lin Feng slept soundly.
Inside his mind, the Infinite Library glowed with millions of shelves. His Doomsday blood pulsed, whispering promises of endless growth. His Supreme Physique glistened, ensuring his body remained perfect.
And in his dreams, Lin Feng smirked.
He had been reborn into Douluo Continent.
And this time, he wouldn't play the role of a supporting character.
This time, he would be a calamity.
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