Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 1 The Beginning of the Story

In Aolai City, on the eastern coast of the Sun Moon Federation in Douluo Continent, the tranquil atmosphere of a room was broken by a low groan of pain.

"It hurts, it hurts too much!"

Tang Wulin slowly woke up, feeling as if his whole body had been repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer, every inch of muscle and every bone screaming in pain.

He made a sound unconsciously, a sound filled with endless pain and deep confusion, like a traveler who had lost his way in the dark.

"Huh? Something's not right! Where did I get here?" Tang Wulin slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

The exquisite and intricate textures, and the unique and strange colors, instantly evoked a strong sense of unfamiliarity.

His gaze slowly wandered, taking in the unfamiliar decor around the room. With each glance, his doubts grew heavier and heavier, like a snowball rolling downhill.

"Is this still my home?"

Tang Wulin muttered to himself, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if he were trapped in a bizarre and absurd dream from which he could not wake up.

Deep in his memory, because of the recent collapses of many Reiwa Riders, he had just taken the advice of others and decided to follow up on a work from a few years ago that was hailed as the greatest philanthropist of the Reiwa era, whose protagonist was the teacher Thomas, known as the Promised Superman.

He even went so far as to order the genuine Dai Ge online—the fantasy omnipotent book by Teacher Thomas at the end of the story.

But why am I in this unfamiliar place? What is going on?

And who are those two figures busy in the kitchen ahead?
Is this the owner of the house?

Tang Wulin was filled with doubt and couldn't wait to find out everything.

He opened his mouth, about to ask a question, but to his astonishment, he found that what came out was the whimpering sound unique to infants.

The childish voice echoed softly in the room, and he froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place.

Upon hearing the baby's cries, Tang Wulin was taken aback at first, then seemed to suddenly realize something and immediately looked down at himself.

After a long while, looking at his small, milky-white hands, as delicate as lotus roots, and then at the unusually large pieces of furniture around him, Tang Wulin, who had been a web novelist in his previous life, finally realized what was going on.

He crossed!

No, to be precise, it should be that he was reborn, or that he awakened the memories of his previous life.

Tang Wulin's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and his thoughts surged like a raging tide.

After the initial shock, Tang Wulin's memories came flooding back like a burst dam, and he gradually recalled everything.

At that time, he had just picked up his package and was on his way home when he witnessed a terrifying scene.

A little girl was waiting at a traffic light when she accidentally dropped her balloon in the middle of the road. Just as she ran to pick it up, a large truck sped towards her from a short distance away.

The situation was extremely critical, leaving him no time to hesitate or even warn the little girl of the danger.

Instinctively, he threw aside the newly opened and barely warmed copy of Brother Dai's original fantasy omnipotent book, rushed over as fast as he could, and pushed the little girl away with all his might.

But as a result... recalling the suffocating feeling of being crushed and the little girl's cries in his ears, Tang Wulin understood why he had felt that crushing pain before.

"I never imagined I would sacrifice myself to save someone..."

Tang Wulin was filled with mixed emotions, and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face. That smile contained a sense of letting go of the past, as well as a sense of regret for fate.

However, before he could continue to immerse himself in this feeling, the next second, a pair of gentle hands, as soft as a spring breeze, gently lifted him up and carefully held him in their arms.

The warm embrace made Tang Wulin feel a little dazed, and he subconsciously looked up.

He saw a beautiful and gentle woman looking at him with a face full of doting and care.

That smile was like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelling the gloom in Tang Wulin's heart and filling it with warmth.

"Why is the baby crying? Is he hungry?" the woman said softly, her voice gentle and melodious, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, or like heavenly music coming from the night sky, her voice warming the heart.

"It's alright, it'll be over soon."

The woman gently comforted him as she carried him to the side and sat him down. She then began to gently rock him while calling out towards the kitchen.

"Ziran, Wu Lin can't wait any longer, are you done yet?"

"I'm coming!"

A male voice immediately responded from the kitchen. Then, an ordinary-looking man hurriedly came over, carrying a baby bottle.

"Honestly, slow down, slow down. It's just a small thing, why are you making such a fuss?"

Seeing this, the woman gave the man a reproachful look, then took the baby bottle from his hand and began to feed Tang Wulin.

Tang Ziran awkwardly scratched the back of her head, a simple and honest smile on her face, and explained.

"This isn't my first time being a father... so I'm a little nervous. I'm worried Wu Lin will be hungry, so..."

Upon hearing this, Lang Yue rolled her eyes and interrupted, "Hmph, who's talking about who isn't a first-time mother? But even if you're in a hurry, you can't be so flustered. What if you hurt our baby!"

Hearing his wife's scolding, Tang Ziran quickly showed his family's respect and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, what Yue'er said is right. I will definitely pay more attention next time."

"Huh? You dare to do it again?"

Lang Yue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze carrying a warning, as if to say, "You little brat, you really dare to try again?"

In response, Tang Ziran apologized repeatedly, saying with a fawning expression, "No, no, no, there won't be a next time, I definitely will..."

Tang Wulin sucked on his pacifier with his little mouth, but his eyes were curiously watching the two people "arguing" in front of him.

"Am I also called Tang Wulin in this life?" Tang Wulin pondered to himself. "And these are my parents in this life..." The two seemed to notice Tang Wulin's gaze and stopped arguing, turning to look at Tang Wulin who was nursing.

Tang Ziran smiled gently and said, "Haha, our precious son is looking at us."

Lang Yue smiled, her eyes full of affection, and gently touched Tang Wulin's face.

That gentle touch, like a feather lightly brushing against him, stirred a unique warmth in Tang Wulin's heart—a warmth of kinship he had never experienced in his previous life.

Under their watchful eyes, Tang Wulin continued sucking on the pacifier, feeling a warmth he had never experienced before.

"This is what home feels like... It's really nice..." Tang Wulin thought to himself.

You should know that in his previous life, he was an orphan without parents and grew up in an orphanage.

During those long and lonely years, he never felt the warmth of family or the love of his parents. He was like a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean, with no harbor to dock in.

As he grew up, he showed some talent in painting, and then applied to art school with great aspirations.

However, due to some reasons, he unfortunately failed the exam. At this point, he was disheartened, as if he had been knocked down by a heavy blow from fate. He gave up painting and chose to become an online writer.

Of course, because his works are not very successful and he occasionally stops updating them, he can only barely make a living.

However, thanks to his decent writing efficiency, he managed to support himself by opening multiple accounts and being an orphan who only had one person to feed.

Of course, because he needed to drive multiple times at once, he gave up most of his social activities.

His daily routine consisted mainly of alternating between writing novels, playing games, and watching anime, making him a true veteran of the anime and manga fandom. The previous incident was a tragedy that occurred because he wanted to stock up on his beloved toys.

"No, it wasn't a tragedy. At least I managed to save that little girl..."

As Tang Wulin silently pondered, looking at the gentle faces of Tang Ziran and Lang Yue before him, and recalling his lonely life without parents in his previous life, he gradually came to terms with his death in that life.

That's right. Now that his story of being alone in his previous life has ended, he no longer has to live a lonely life.

He finally has a real home, a truly warm harbor, and can begin a new chapter in his life!
What followed was his endless anticipation for a wonderful family life in the future, like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminating his longing for a new life.

As the milk in the bottle gradually decreased, Tang Wulin let out a satisfied burp.

Seeing this, Lang Yue gently patted his back, while Tang Ziran teased him from the side. The room was filled with a warm atmosphere, the smell of home, the smell of happiness.

Gradually, as Lang Yue patted him, Tang Wulin's consciousness began to blur, and he murmured to himself, "This is home..."

Looking at Tang Wulin sleeping peacefully in her arms, Lang Yue whispered to Tang Ziran, "He's asleep, so cute."

Tang Ziran nodded, "Yes, our son will definitely grow up to be cute and healthy."

In a mysterious, inexplicable space.

"Hao, Xiao San and Xiao Wu entrusted Wu Lin to our care, but now we're just handing him over like this. Is that really the right thing to do?"

Ah Yin looked at Tang Wulin, who was lying quietly in Lang Yue's arms, her voice full of reluctance.

A hint of worry and concern flickered in her eyes, as if a loving mother's heart was trembling slightly, a testament to her boundless love and reluctance to part with her grandson.

Tang Hao, standing to the side, waved his hand casually and said, "Don't worry, this couple are honest people I carefully selected. Although they don't have much soul power, Wu Lin shouldn't encounter any danger in this small city."

As he spoke, Tang Hao's tone was full of confidence, as if everything was under his control. His eyes were firm and powerful, making people involuntarily believe in his judgment.

“But Wu Lin is our grandson…” A Yin wanted to say something more, but Tang Hao interrupted her.

"No need to say anything more, Ah Yin. The men of the Tang family are not as delicate as you imagine!"

"You know, when I was raising my mistress, my living conditions were much more difficult and impoverished than Wu Lin's family."

A glint of reminiscence flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, as if he had returned to those arduous years. Those difficult days left a deep mark on his heart, but they also forged the powerful Tang San he is today.

"And what happened? Didn't the third brother still inherit my will, defeat the Spirit Hall, and even become the God King of the God Realm?"

Tang Hao's voice carried a hint of pride and arrogance, a pride in raising a son of god-king level, and an affirmation of the resilient spirit of the Tang family men.

"Moreover, with the status of the chosen one of our world that we granted Wu Lin, plus the backup plan that Xiao San left in Wu Lin's body, Wu Lin will definitely be fine."

Tang Hao continued, his tone becoming increasingly firm.

"And most importantly, don't forget the mistress's plan. This concerns the future standing of the Tang family!"

"We absolutely cannot appear in the human world until that plan is completed!"

As he said this, an undeniable determination flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and every word seemed to carry the tone of an unquestionable head of the family.

Seeing this, Ah Yin knew that her husband's mind was made up and could not be changed.

"Sigh..." Ah Yin sighed softly in her heart, her gaze returning to Tang Wulin.

Recalling what Tang Hao had just mentioned about Tang San's childhood, Ah Yin was deeply moved.

You know, Tang San is her son.

However, as a mother, she was unable to accompany her son through a perfect childhood due to certain circumstances, nor was she able to let him feel any maternal love.

And now, her grandson is right in front of her, but she can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything for him?

She failed in her responsibilities as a mother, and now that she's a grandmother, is she just supposed to stand by and watch?
Thinking about this, Ah Yin's idea became even more resolute.

Happy New Year!
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(End of this chapter)