Duolou: Reborn with reality Pen

Tang Hao spun around at once, searching for the owner of the voice. But to his, and the entire continent's, shock, no one was there.

Just as he was about to shout, a hand suddenly tapped his shoulder from behind.

"I'm here. Where are you looking?"

The voice was soft, playful, and right next to his ear.

Tang Hao jumped back instinctively, putting distance between them. Only then did he finally see the figure who had been toying with him.

The man wore a black cloak embroidered with a grey lotus design, trimmed underneath with blood-red accents. A swirling orange mask, patterned with a single eyehole in the shape of an Uzumaki spiral, covered his face, revealing only one eye.

A sharingan.

The masked figure raised his palm and waved in a cheeky, childish tone.

"Yahallo~! How's it going, dude? You look like a total beggar. And oh my, trying to kill kids now? How shameful."

Tang Hao frowned. His head filled with questions.

Who the hell is this? Have I met him before? What's with that tone?

He was already furious at being interrupted, but then his eyes caught the title of the book in the man's hand:

"I Reincarnated in Douluo Continent with a Slave Contract, and My First Victim Was Ah Yin the Blue Silver Emperor."

Tang Hao's mind snapped.

My son is one thing, but now even my wife is being humiliated?

Without a second's hesitation, he released his Clear Sky Hammer and thrust it forward with full force, straight at the man.

But the hammer passed directly through him.

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed. His face turned grim.

What…?

The masked man, unfazed, raised both palms like a child playing a game, and began running in circles.

"Ohhh no~! Murder! There's a murderer here! Someone help, I'm being targeted!"

He ran with exaggerated, wobbly steps like a cartoon character. Tang Hao's jaw tightened with rage and he swung the hammer again. Sometimes it passed through harmlessly; other times the masked figure barely dodged with ridiculous movements, clutching his stomach or tripping over his own feet.

"Help~!" the man cried, stumbling again. "There's a crazy old man chasing me with a hammer! Oh no, he's gonna kill me!"

The more he shouted, the more Tang Hao's fury grew.

But to the people watching across the continent, and to Xīrán, still standing nearby, the entire scene looked like a farce.

A cat chasing a mouse, and failing every time.

Laughter and amusement echoed across the lands. From the cities to the villages, from noble halls to taverns, everyone watched the screen and found themselves completely entertained.

Tang Hao, seeing that none of his attacks were landing, finally stopped. He stared at the strange man in front of him, who continued wobbling around in bizarre poses. His mouth twitched slightly.

"You, who are you? And why are you doing this to me?"

The man stopped moving. Slowly, he turned to face Tang Hao directly.

Through the single eyehole in his mask, the Sharingan glowed coldly.

In that instant, the air changed.

The playful aura vanished. The atmosphere turned utterly frigid, and Tang Hao's body stiffened involuntarily. Sweat began to gather on his forehead as an invisible pressure settled over him.

But the man simply waved his hand and replied in the same cheeky, childish voice:

"Nothing, Uncle. I just saw you bullying a little girl and thought I'd come be the hero who protects the innocent and defends peace in the world!"

Everyone watching twitched at those words. 'Hero?' The whole continent cursed him silently in their hearts.

Tang Hao's face darkened.

"Oh? Then why don't you go die like a hero?"

He raised his hammer and slammed it down toward the man's head, only for the weapon to pass straight through him once again.

"Damn it! If you've got any courage, fight me without these tricks!"

But the man only swayed to the side and giggled as he dodged again.

"Oh no~! You're gonna kill me like that?" he shouted while staggering backward in exaggerated motions.

Another strike came, and he jumped aside, then back again.

"Hahaha! You still didn't catch me, Uncle Beggar!"

A punch passed through his face. He wobbled and spun dramatically.

"Whoa~ You look like a fool now, Uncle Beggar! Hahaha!"

He began hopping up and down, side to side, like a child playing tag.

"Come on~! Catch me if you can!"

Tang Hao's face was purple with rage. His veins bulged like thick cords beneath his skin. Blood erupted from his throat as he fell to one knee, gasping for breath.

"Huff… Huff… You… You… Fuck!"

He coughed blood again, staggering, barely able to stand.

And then, in front of him, the man sat down slowly, cross-legged, calm, and unmoving.

Those eyes, the single, burning Sharingan, stared straight through him.

And from behind the mask, a cold, hoarse, and indifferent voice finally echoed:

"Are you done already?, I thought you'd last a little longer."