Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao Returns from the Wasteland

Chapter 1 Prologue

On a calm surface, only a small change is needed to break the tranquility, just as a drop of water falling creates tiny ripples that eventually disrupt the stillness of the water.

As the button was pressed, a beam of light appeared and made contact with the spaceship in front of them in the blink of an eye. Then, a dazzling explosion occurred right before everyone's eyes.

In the vast universe, this explosion was nothing more than a drop of morning dew on a leaf, but for those who witnessed it, it was a scene they had never seen before.

The metal spaceship, struck by the attack, experienced a massive explosion inside, appearing before everyone's eyes like a magnificent flower breaking free from its metal cage.

The sound of the explosion couldn't travel through space, and everyone could only stand there, staring blankly at everything happening outside.

No one at the scene cheered or exclaimed; silence was the only tone.

Among them, Huo Yuhao, along with the others, was watching the scene unfolding before him with his blue pupils.

I just watched all of this in silence, witnessing a scene that seemed straight out of a science fiction novel.

Even though Huo Yuhao had experienced many things in this wasteland, everything that had happened since he was teleported here was like a bizarre movie performed by someone with a taste for the bizarre, combining all sorts of things together.

Or, for Huo Yuhao, from the moment he inexplicably arrived in this world and found himself in this wasteland, this movie, like a strange dream, had already begun.

In space, the spaceship continued to be dismantled by explosions, and everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's gaze shifted from there to the blue planet below.

Faced with this scene, he couldn't help but subconsciously recall how it all began.

The story doesn't begin from the moment I arrived here, but rather from the most profound scene in my memory.

Even though it's now just a memory, those memories have never faded or blurred; I remember every single detail.

In that place, his life was no different from before. The servants in the mansion made things difficult for him at will, he had endless work, and his life was difficult to make ends meet. He lived like this day after day in poverty.

Living in the White Tiger Duke's mansion, he and his mother depended on each other for survival. He heard his mother often mention that one day the person would return from the front lines to the Duke's mansion and think of them...

At that time, I just listened silently as my mother talked, but I knew in my heart that what my mother was talking about was more like a way of comforting herself.

Because I had secretly witnessed that person returning to the Duke's mansion before...

I didn't tell my mother what I had said, afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle it if she found out.

Looking back now, I realize that the expression in my mother's eyes when she said those things wasn't what she described, but I didn't understand it at the time.

However, after he accidentally bumped into Dai Huabin and had his men beaten up, he never heard his mother mention these things again.

For him at that time, being beaten and scolded by the servants in the White Tiger Duke's mansion was not a strange thing. It should be said that after he awakened the Spirit Eye Martial Soul, any politeness that was only on the surface no longer existed.

Sometimes being slapped or punched has become a normal occurrence for me.

Each time he was beaten, he would cover his head so that his mother wouldn't find out when he got home.

So when Dai Huabin ordered his servants to punch and kick me, I instinctively covered my head with my hands and waited for it all to end.

Even though I was used to these things and had expected them, that time the punches and kicks hurt me particularly badly. One kick knocked me to the ground, and then countless punches and kicks came down.

He was curled up on the ground, his hands covering his head...

Feeling the pain in my body, I felt somewhat dazed, my mind only focused on how long it would take for all of this to end.

However, the blows soon stopped landing on him. It wasn't because they were tired, but because his mother rushed out and shielded him with her body.

Upon seeing this, his instinct was to break free from his mother and try to get her to leave.

But at that moment, her mother used all her strength to hold her tightly, her head bowed, her eyes looking at her.

That look in his eyes, I still can't explain it, yet it fills me with an indescribable bitterness...

Finally, when they got tired of fighting, Dai Huabin and his group walked away as if nothing had happened.

The mother, dragging her wounded body, slowly stood up, then took her son's hand and walked towards the dilapidated woodshed.

The next day, life went on as usual, as if nothing had ever changed. The injuries from the punches and kicks seemed to have no effect on my mother; she continued to work as before...

However, she could clearly see that her mother's thin clothes could not hide the purplish-blue wounds on her frail body.

Even though her mother didn't utter a single word about the pain, she knew it couldn't possibly not hurt. Her mother's weak expression and increasingly pale lips filled her heart with bitterness and resentment towards everything here...

However, my mother continued as usual, except that she no longer spoke of that person. She would often look at herself silently and then use the time she should have been resting to mend my clothes, sometimes for an entire night.

Even though we didn't have many lights to illuminate the room, my mother didn't stop, even by the moonlight.

It's as if my mother wanted to make all the clothes I would wear for the rest of my life and mend all the tears.

At that time, when I saw this scene, I didn't realize why my mother was doing these things. I advised my mother to lie down and rest, not to sew these clothes, and even took the clothes from my mother's hands and threw them on the ground, wanting to put my mother on the bed to rest for a while.

I didn't want my mother to do these things while she was injured, and I was afraid that the bad thing would really happen.

But when faced with this, her mother did not scold her. She just looked at her with a reluctance that she could not understand at the time, and then silently picked up the clothes and continued to mend them.

Looking back now, perhaps from that time on, my mother realized what was going to happen, but she didn't think about what she should do next.

From that time on, she never spoke to me about that person again. She just wanted to use the little time she had to do what she could to make arrangements for me.