"Xiao Chuan… is this… the world you lived in during your past life?"
In the Blue Silver Forest of the White World, Ah Yin's voice trembled slightly with shock.
"Why are those houses so tall? And those enormous birds made of steel… can they really fly?"
Tang Chuan smiled faintly.
"Mom, my previous world was completely different from the Douluo Continent."
"There were no Soul Masters. No Soul Beasts. Humans were just ordinary people, and animals were just ordinary creatures."
"But… we had something else."
"Technology."
"With our intelligence, we learned to use the laws of nature to transform the world itself."
"We created cars that can travel without beasts, mobile phones that can send messages across vast distances, and airplanes that can carry people into the sky and travel thousands of miles in a single day."
"That 'steel bird' you saw… is called an airplane."
As Tang Chuan calmly explained, Ah Yin grew more and more astonished.
Especially when she heard about nuclear weapons—devices capable of destroying an entire city in a single strike.
Her heart shook violently.
A single blow… enough to erase a city?
Even gods may not achieve such destruction so easily…
Could mere mortals truly reach such heights through wisdom alone?
Meanwhile, the comparison video continued.
[Inside a public orphanage, a middle-aged caretaker gently carried in an abandoned infant.]
[She named him… Tang Chuan.]
Supported by the Xia Kingdom, the orphanage was not luxurious—but it provided enough food and clothing for the children.
Growing up in such an environment, Tang Chuan made a quiet vow:
One day, I will repay this kindness. I will give back to the country… and to those who helped me.
Across both the White World and the Dark World, countless villagers fell silent.
Their eyes reddened. Their fists clenched.
These orphans… ate better than they did.
They could eat meat regularly—something most common people could only dream of a few times a year.
This world… is too good.
Comparison only deepened the bitterness in their hearts.
[Years passed in the blink of an eye.]
[Tang Chuan studied diligently. But while effort determines the lower limit, talent determines the upper limit.]
Unfortunately, his academic ability was only average.
[To support himself, he worked part-time jobs after school—fast food restaurants, small eateries…]
[With the little money he earned, he would often buy snacks and small toys for the younger children in the orphanage.]
In the end, Tang Chuan was admitted to an ordinary university.
A modest achievement… followed by an uncertain future.
Unemployment loomed ahead.
[After graduation, Tang Chuan searched tirelessly for work.]
[One day, while passing a road, he encountered a semi-trailer truck loaded with massive steel coils.]
[Suddenly, one of the coils broke loose—rolling toward a group of children leaving school.]
[The children froze in terror.]
Without hesitation—
Tang Chuan rushed forward.
He pushed the children out of harm's way.
But he himself…
Was crushed beneath the rolling steel.
His body collapsed instantly—like paper before an overwhelming force.
The screen went dark.
Moments later, golden text appeared in the sky.
[The past of Tang San, Sea God and Asura God of the Dark World…]
[And the past of Tang Chuan, God of Life and God of Destruction of the White World…]
[Have both been presented.]
[Next: Voting Phase.]
[After voting concludes, the system will determine the winner and grant rewards.]
[Warning: Voting must be sincere. Any dishonest vote will result in punishment.]
Blood-red text flashed ominously across the sky.
A chilling warning.
It unsettled countless hearts.
Yet—
Until someone was punished as an example, there would always be those who dared to take the risk.
Dark World — Martial Soul City
Within Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh.
"This Tang Chuan… is truly a child who repays kindness with kindness."
As a man of strict principles and unwavering integrity, he valued loyalty and righteousness above all else.
In his eyes, Tang San's actions—especially when viewed through the Second Elder's analysis—were deeply flawed.
But Tang Chuan…
Was different.
Raised in an orphanage, yet grateful.
Poor, yet willing to share.
Ordinary, yet willing to sacrifice his life for others.
Such a person—
Deserved respect.
Qian Daoliu couldn't help but wonder:
Why… are two people from different worlds so vastly different?
Shrek Academy
Tang San's fists clenched tightly.
His nails dug into his palms.
His eyes burned with fury.
"Hypocrite…!"
"That Tang Chuan… he's no better than me!"
He gritted his teeth, his thoughts spiraling.
Working part-time just to buy snacks for others? Impossible.
He must have had ulterior motives!
Maybe he wanted money… recognition… praise!
And saving those children? That must have been an accident!
No one is that selfless!
No one!
Beside him, Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply.
A bad feeling crept into his heart.
Tang San's past was already problematic…
And now, compared to Tang Chuan—
The contrast was overwhelming.
If this continued, even if Tang San grew stronger in the future…
Would anyone still respect him?
Would his own reputation as a master survive?
A headache began to form.
The Final Question
A cold, mechanical voice echoed across both worlds—reaching humans and intelligent soul beasts alike.
"Choose."
"Whose past do you recognize?"
"Tang San — Sea God and Asura God of the Dark World?"
"Or Tang Chuan — God of Life and Destruction of the White World?"
"Cast your vote."
Silence fell.
A choice that could not be taken lightly…
Had finally arrived.