Douluo Dalu : White God 40 Dream Not; Guest From Afar

A soft white hand raised and ruffled Dai Weisi's hair gently, a warm smile bloomed beautifully on her face. Her eyes stared lovingly at a little boy in front of her, her gaze filled with love and expectation for the future, not her future, but the future of the little boy in front of her.

"Uhm! I will make you proud, Mom! I will be the greatest Emperor ever!"

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*Dai Weisi POV*

"I promise..."

My eyes snapped open, tears flowed on my face unconsciously. I tried to remember what happened.

The lipstick mark on the corner of my left lips, in front of the mirror this morning. I don't know who it belongs to, I thought I was far enough from feeling drunk, and it is not a dream, I don't know

what kind of sign is this?

Often ashamed of my arrogance, but that's only when I was feeling under the weather. How can I claim to be a man? How can I claim to be an adult?

Hahaha.

Maybe they thought that I was immune to the cold of the winter, even they also thought that I would be okay if I was burnt by the blinding light of the sun in summer. If I said that "I can't, those are too much. I too am a human being, just like you are."

"You're too humble, don't be shy."; "It's okay, you're special." They said.

If you thought I'm that strong if you thought that I was happy for 24/7.

You're dead wrong, buddy.

I was protected by my strong will, the will to fulfill my promise to the one and only mother I once had. This is my nature, no, you won't understand. It is impossible for something to be perfect.

In front of the mirror this morning, I talk to my reflection. A dream could bring you buried far from not just from your roots, but also from you, your true self. It can haunt your mind.

Sometimes I fall in love, sometimes I ride the waves, sometimes I was blinded by the dark of the night. Sometimes, I was screaming but everything became deaf, they either didn't hear it or... They just didn't care.

But, as long as I can see your smile, I will keep the problems to myself. [1]

Mom, I wish you to be happy in the far heaven above. Your son, Weisi, will make you proud. I will not lose to my younger brother, I will surpa.s.s him again and become the Emperor in the future.

"Your highness, are you ready?"

A figure suddenly appears outside the window of my room, I just nodded my head. I know him, this figure was always pestering me quite a few times. I finally relented with his offer, I will need the power to achieve what I've been dreamed, and that's exactly what they offered to me.

"Where are we going?"

"We will go to our Holy Ghost Church's headquarter."

Holy Ghost Church?

What kind of name is that? lame. Whatever, if this holy-something-something were able to grant me power then I didn't care how lame their name is.

...

"Have you find him?"

"Yes, my lady. This morning he went to the Golden Roc building, we a.s.sume that he either knows the owner or he's a regular there."

Qian Renxue was asked her subordinate from spirit hall to look for Dai Mubai's whereabout, she didn't want to hold it any longer for fear that Asya might decide to leave her if she found the Xiao Chen guy.

From her subordinate report, she knows that Dai Mubai often came to the Golden Roc building. She would never think that Mubai is the owner of the Golden Roc company, it's a big company with each and every of the item it sold were all of high-quality, if not the best one. How old Dai Mubai was? She thought that maybe he's around fifteen to seventeen from his body stature.

"Keep an eye on him, tell me quickly if he's gone to another place. I want to meet him today."

"As you wish, my lady."

...

"Okay, it's decided then. We will sell this item as the final item in the auction after the Martial Tournament Final."

There are some tools that work with the power of essence. These tools are called Essence Tools. If the essence is channeled, these tools can perform their functions. Essence Tools are all used for different purposes. Essence Tools without an owner will leak spirit energy, so someone can use spirit energy to know if they are real or not. The art of creating these was lost long ago, so they are considered antiques.

On Dai Mubai's hand was a half meter crossbow, it was an essence toll, recently their blacksmith hall made a breakthrough in a method to produce essence tools, now a small number of peoples form blacksmith hall were able to craft essence tools.

If spirit powers were to be channeled into the crossbow, an arrow made from spirit energy will materialize and ready to be shot, the more spirit energies channeled, the stronger and faster the arrow will be. Of course, there was a limit, it can only be charged up to the amount of peak spirit master's reserve per arrow. And with that amount, it can travel up to 250 meters and able to cleanly pierce an ordinary small tree.

"Remember, we will hold the auction precisely two weeks after the final. And spread announce the news at the final, don't say a word before it, understand? Now back to your place."

Dai Mubai dismissed the upper echelons of the blacksmith hall, in the early stage he still has to direct the Hall by himself because he was yet to be able to find someone capable enough to handle this position.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Who is it?" Dai Mubai lifted his eyes from the pile of doc.u.ments in front of him, his eyes dimmed and looked tired, he never good with handling these kinds of thing. Sure he loves reading, but not reading a pile of papers full of accounting and list of the item stock.

"Excuse me, Mister President, there are peoples below asking to meet the person in charge. They claimed peoples from Shrek Academy, one of them is a spirit Douluo, with several others at Spirit Kings rank or higher, except one person at the Spirit Ancestor rank."

Dai Mubai frowned, 'Who are they? Shrek Academy? Is it a hidden reclusive organization?'

The Lobby hall, where the receptionist table was placed, was equipped with a spirit measuring device. To be precise, the whole ceilings, floors, and pillars of the lobby hall were all spirit measuring crystal, and the measuring results were all displayed in the security room. All of the guests with the cultivation level at least spirit king rank were all monitored and reported to the Hall Guards.

If they came with non-hostile intent, then they will be served as VIP, else they will be 'taken care' of by the guards with hook or crook. For example, a little bit poison from Jade Phosphorus Serpent will make even a t.i.tled douluo threatened.

"Tell them to wait at the guest room, serve them some fruit, light snacks and drinks. Also, call Uncle Gao here."

"Yes, Mister President." Dai Mubai told the upper echelons to call him President, no other reason than it being unique in this continent, he get that word from Gaben's memories. And except when they're in private, Mubai called Liu Gao 'Uncle Gao' instead of 'Old Gao'.

'Shrek Academy, I wonder what they have in mind...'

"Excuse me, Mister President."

"What is it? Have you called Uncle Gao?" Mubai flinched from his reverie, the person who called him was supposed to leave already.

"I'm sorry Mister President, I haven't, but there are other peoples that claimed they are from Spirit Hall and they demand to meet you."

"They also ask to meet the person in charge?" Mubai frowned.

'Why so many people asked to meet the person in charge of this blacksmith hall? We haven't disclosed our essence tool product, or perhaps there was information leakage?'

Killing intent manifested inside the room, the temperature was colder by several degrees.

"No, they asked specifically to meet you, 'I want to meet Dai Mubai, the second prince of Starfall Empire.' is what said by one of them. The one who asked you, her cultivation is at the Spirit King level, while the one who escorted her is at the level of t.i.tled Douluo."

Mubai's frown got even deeper, he wondered what spirit hall business here, and why they demand to meet him.

't.i.tled Douluo, huh? With t.i.tled douluo came here, I'm certain that sage temple's elders were also here.'

"Yo, Little Bai. How have you been?" A lazy looking old man wearing a yellow-colored robe greeted Dai Mubai from outside the window. His hair was fluttering, blown by the wind breeze, and a pipe filled with tobaccos hanged on his mouth.

'Really? Him? Me and my loud mouth...'

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[1] Bunga Tidur - Tulus, I've translated it and changed according to my needs.