Mortal Epic of Douluo

"Atreus, come on, come out with me and shovel the snow off the roof!"

Uncle Omero's words gave Atreus a sense of fear and an urge to escape. He didn't want to go out in the snowstorm. He wanted to be closer to the stove. He wanted to hold a bowl of hot soup. After drinking it, his body would be refreshed.

Warm, better sleep.

But he knew that if the accumulated snow on the roof was not shoveled away before going to bed, a blizzard would probably collapse the thatched and wood roof late at night while the family slept.

Atreus was sitting by the fire, and the earthen pot beside the fire was gurgling. Oscar and Aunt Sofia were both sick in bed, and he was the only one who could help Omero now.

"Atreus, if you are afraid, drink a bowl of hot soup."

"I'm not afraid!"

Although he said he was not afraid, Atreus still stretched out his hand and carefully scooped out half a bowl of soup from the earthen pot. There were two pyracantha fruits and a little bit of meat oil floating on the surface of the soup. The pyracantha fruits were picked from the wild.

It's spicy and warming. The meat oil comes from the soft-bone rabbit that Uncle Omero hunted before winter. The oil made from this kind of rabbit is fragrant but not greasy.

After taking one bite, Atreus felt that his body suddenly felt a little warmer. He mustered up the courage to stand up and walked to Uncle Omero's side.

"After opening the door, I will rush out quickly. You must follow as fast as possible!" Omero took a deep breath and stared closely into Atreus's black eyes, "Can you

You did it, Atreus, all this is so that we can see the sun tomorrow!"

Omero stretched out his hands firmly and took off the gloves made of the rabbit skin of the soft-bone rabbit. He took Atreus's tender hands and put them into the gloves.

Atreus could clearly see Uncle Omero's rough palms. What kind of hands were they?

His hands are rough, and you can see a few obvious blue veins on the back of them. They are black and yellow, dry, covered with calluses, and full of weather-beaten wrinkles. These are hands that have gone through the sufferings of the world, hands that have been eroded by wind and rain,

A hand that tastes all the warmth and coldness of life.

The owner of these palms is only twenty-one years old this year.

"Uncle Omero, you gave me the gloves, what about you?"

Omero slowly pulled the door latch and said firmly: "It doesn't matter if my hands are frostbitten. They will be fine after spring comes, but your hands are still too tender and cannot withstand the wind and snow."

As he spoke, the door latch was opened, and the wind outside suddenly blew the door open a crack, and a few cold snowflakes instantly hit Omero's face.

"Atreus! Quick, follow me!"

Omero opened the door, and the howling north wind suddenly rushed in. Atreus rushed out after him, taking difficult steps against the biting cold wind.

Omero quickly turned around and closed the door to prevent the wind and snow from continuing to rage inside the house. Then he squatted down, took out a ladder from the snow under the eaves, and set it up.

"Atreus!" Omero yelled. His voice was quickly muffled by the wind and snow, but luckily he could hear it clearly. "I'm setting up a ladder now, and you must help it from below!"

"I will!" Atreus shouted in response, his voice was so childish, but not trembling at all.

Omero stepped on the ladder, climbed up to the roof, and started shoveling the snow with a wooden shovel.

Atreus stayed on the ground, and after Omero climbed up the ladder, he firmly grasped it to prevent it from being blown down by the wind.

The north wind howled and swept in, attacking Atreus's young and thin body. The cotton clothes on his body could not block the bone-piercing chill, but fortunately, his back was facing the north wind, and his arms were supporting him.

The ladder can also protect his cheeks, preventing the knife-like wind and snow from carving scars on his tender face.

"Hold on! You can do it!" Atreus shouted in his heart.

This snowstorm is really deadly. He is just a child under six years old, and his body is still so thin.

"It would be great if I awaken my martial soul, even if I don't have soul power. Maybe I can help my uncle!"

"puff--!"

Atreus failed to hold on. He was blown down by the raging storm and fell to one knee on the ground, but his hands still held the sides of the ladder tightly, trying hard to keep it from balancing.

"Am I too weak? I can only hold on for such a short time?"

Atreus's hands couldn't stop shaking. He lowered his head deeply and put his whole body weight on the ladder.

The biting wind got through the gaps in the gloves. These gloves were originally made in the shape of Uncle Omero's hands and were too big for Atreus.

He always felt that his palms were going to be numb, but he couldn't give up now. If the ladder was blown down by the wind, Omero would have no choice but to jump off the roof.

If it were a day without wind and snow, Omero would be able to do it easily with his skills, but in such a cold winter and such a snowstorm, if a mistake is made, the consequences will be disastrous.

Aunt Sofia and Oscar are already bedridden. If Uncle Omero is also injured, this impoverished family will be unsustainable.

What Atreus has to do now is to hold the ladder in place so that Uncle Omero can return to the ground safely.

The north wind almost crushed Atreus's body, but his immature hands, which were almost frozen, still held the ladder firmly.

He did not continue to kneel. The originally bent leg, which was kneeling on the ground, stood upright little by little, supporting him to stand up again!

His hands, his feet, and his eyes seemed to be burning with sparks, but he couldn't see, feel, or know.

"Why are you still standing up?"

"Why don't you give in?!"

His head must have been burned. Atreus seemed to hear a voice questioning him. This voice was definitely not from Omero.

"Because..." Just by opening his mouth, a gust of cold wind poured into Atreus's mouth, but he gritted his teeth and responded to the voice: "I have it, hold on.

reason!"

"You can't do it. How can a child under six years old withstand the cold wind and ice and snow from the far north?!"

"I don't know if I can do it, I just want to survive!"

"You have already died once in a snowstorm, and this time is no exception!"

"You can die if you want, but I will never give in! Come on! Let the blizzard come more violently!"

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"ah--!"

Oscar was once again awakened by Atreus's startled shouting. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and muttered in a low voice: "Arui, are you having a nightmare again?"

Atreus was stunned for a moment, looked at Oscar who was lying next to him, gently pulled up the quilt on him, and said: "Sorry, keep sleeping, I'll go out for a walk."

When he came outside, it was late at night, but there seemed to be no shadow of night, because tomorrow was the summer solstice. The knowledge Atreus had learned told him that this was the day with the longest day and the shortest night of the year in his area.

This is the Kingdom of Haagen-Dazs, the Borno region, and the Hanermo Village belonging to Count Ogunode. It is generally located in the northwest of the mainland/Tiandou Empire, the northeast of the Kingdom of Haagen-Dazs, and the Beiyuan directly under the Tiandou Empire to the east.

The provinces are adjacent to each other, and looking northward through the northern mountains that stretch thousands of miles is the far north.

In recent days, you can only feel a little bit of "night" after 22 o'clock. Based on the knowledge Atreus learned in his previous life, it is speculated that the Borno area should be around 60 degrees north latitude, very close to

Arctic Circle.

Yes, he does not belong to this world, he belongs to a blue planet - the earth. He was originally an assistant to a bioarchaeological expert and an adventure enthusiast. He encountered a sudden snowstorm in Siberia, and then

It has been six years since I came to this strange world.

This world is called "Douluo Continent", a fantasy world that exists in his memories of elementary school.

Regarding the details of the world in this novel, Atreus's memory is relatively vague, but he still remembers the rough timeline, some of the main characters, and the main locations.

The child who slept in the same bed as him just now was named Oscar. He had silver-white hair, a pair of big peach blossom eyes, and was very handsome. Atreus felt that if he remembered correctly, he should be the novelist.

One of the protagonist group members.

He didn't remember Oscar's specific life experience in the novel, but he grew up with Oscar and knew everything about him. He could only say one sentence: There are hundreds of millions of people who are miserable.

January 18th this year was a turning point in Oscar's life. On that day, his parents went into the mountains to hunt for the family's livelihood and were attacked and killed by a powerful spirit beast.

Of course, he himself is no exception. He has never even met his parents. Although he has an older brother, his older brother died in early January last year with a six-hundred-year-old Rakkoor bear that ended hibernation early and came down the mountain to harass the village. His older brother was

He was the savior of Oscar's father, so Oscar's family adopted him, and he and Oscar changed from "playmates" to "brothers".

Atreus walked under the eaves, picked up a homemade rough stone lock, and began to wave it up.

Douluo Continent is a fantasy world. There is a very unique profession here - soul master. Being able to become a soul master completely depends on whether you have soul power during the soul awakening ceremony. Even if you are only half-level innate, you still have a chance with hard training.

Break through level 20 and become a great soul master.

Tomorrow is the summer solstice, and it is also the day when Wuhun Palace personnel come to the village to help school-age children perform Wuhun awakening rituals. But until now, Atreus is not sure whether he can have innate soul power. He even has the possibility to do so.

He doesn't know what kind of martial spirit he has awakened, because his brother Kratos has never shown his martial spirit to him.

When everything is uncertain, he can only train himself as much as possible. Even if he cannot become a soul master in the future, he must at least have the strength to swing a hoe, right?