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At first, it was just a normal morning. People walked to work. Kids went to school. The world moved like always. Then, the sky cracked. Not in a way people could see with their eyes. But something broke—a rule, a barrier, a wall that was never meant to fall. It began with the screams. In the middle of Tokyo, a hole opened in the air. A swirling black gate, floating above the street like a nightmare. The sky around it turned purple. Lightning sparked. Time felt slower near it, like the world was holding its breath. Then something stepped out. Its skin was gray and wet. Its eyes were red and empty. Its body looked half-human, half-worm. It moved like it was in pain. But when it opened its mouth, it laughed. And then it started killing. People ran. Police fired their guns. Nothing worked. Its claws tore through flesh. Its tongue stretched out like a snake and dragged victims into its stomach. More monsters followed. Big ones. Small ones. Flying ones. Crawling ones. Each came from a different gate. Each came from a different nightmare. Humanity called them Dungeons—portals to another world. A world filled with monsters, death, and power. And from the bodies of those monsters came Skills. People who survived fights with them sometimes awakened strange abilities. Super speed. Magic fire. Healing hands. Strength beyond belief. They were called Awakened. Heroes were born. But so were monsters in human skin. Some people used their powers to help. Some used them to kill and take more. And somewhere far from the city—inside a dark apartment—a lonely, broken boy stared at a cracked mirror. He didn't know it yet. But he was going to become the most dangerous kind of monster. The kind that pretends to be a hero.
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Douluo Dali: Unrivalled Tang Sect: With Sharingan

What? Tang San’s entire family were evil soul masters? The Spirit Hall was destroyed ten thousand years ago just so Tang San could turn the Douluo Continent into his personal backyard? Impossible—absolutely impossible! If Tang San’s father wasn’t an evil soul master, then how did he manage to defeat three Super Douluos by himself ten thousand years ago? If Tang San and his allies weren’t evil soul masters, how did they cultivate at a rate that far exceeded ordinary people? Their absurd soul ring ratios and secret methods of soul ring enhancement—aren’t those techniques exclusive to the Holy Spirit Church? Back then, the Spirit Hall reached into every corner of the continent to awaken spirits. They clearly knew who was an evil soul master and could eliminate them on the spot. Yet now, evil soul masters lurk everywhere. How do you explain that? And what about the factions that once supported Tang San? The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, once a peak force, has fallen to second-rate. The Poison Douluo’s clan? Its entire inheritance has vanished. Even the Holy Soul Village—where the Sea God Tang San first awakened his martial spirit—has become nothing but a forgotten relic. Shouldn’t it have become a sacred site? Why did it fade into obscurity? Not to mention the Holy Angel lineage—there hasn’t been a single Titled Douluo from that bloodline in tens of thousands of years. Why? And then there’s Tang San’s so-called “Ten Core Theories of Martial Spirits.” Aside from sounding impressive, are any of them actually true? Weapon-type spirits supposedly couldn’t absorb beast spirit rings—but before those theories, did the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect get their rings by dismantling towers? Did the Clear Sky Sect gather rings by smashing hammers? No… Something’s deeply wrong here.
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