Soul land.

(A/N go and look at the aux chapter to cast your votes for this fun world there will indeed be some changes from the original Douluo Dalu. If you don't vote on the 9/10 to join the adventure then it's your loss. You could save a tragic waifu or get your favorite in with my additions so go on and vote! Or you can just do it here in the chapters as I'll probably go delete the aux chapter soon as I post this. )

After letting my joyful fans vote for a few hours the highest voted was Douluo Dalu. So I called up the system and just adjusted what kind of spirits I wanted. I was getting two the would both be growth type spirits that I wouldn't need rings for as they would come automatically.

These rings needed to be the precursor for what kind of god I was going to be in the future. So of course we had to pick a ring that the harem could use ahahaha! Instead of gaining an ability for my spirit ring I would gain a woman who would be able to battle for me or provide aid.

This would be up to the lovely readers I'm breaking the fourth wall for. You could vote for one of the waifu we already have or one of your favorites. Let's say yoruichi from bleach or tsunade or even someone like hestia from Danmachi.

Haha I'll be the god of harems!

The other spirit rings were elements!

We can go over that later.

I finish up my preparations and set in the time and place.

The problem is do I want to take over as Tang San or nah? Contemplating for a moment I ask death for something and she agrees for a single favor that I can use that's not from the world.

With a flash I'm off in a much smaller body than before and I hear all the girls in my mind go Kyaaa! As they see my little form. I'm about 4 years old at the moment the perfect age to start training if I don't damage my body.

I look around and I'm in a hot dirty looking hut with wooden furniture that looks extremely well worn. It's swelteringly hot in this place aswell. There's booze bottles scattered all over the floor and a drunk man snoring away on the table.

"Tsk. Pathetic this is supposed to be the strongest duoluo?" I pick up a booze bottle and walk over to the snoring man before kicking the legs out from under the chair.

He smashes to the ground with a clatter looking around in confusion only to have a booze bottle crack him in the dome and shatter across the floor. It doesn't do anything but daze him for a second as he finally got a look at his attacker. His son.

Before he can respond death appears dragging him off the ground and paralyzing him with her aura. He finally looks serious.

"Tang Hao The Clear Sky Douluo Rank 95. How impressive for someone so young." Death says gripping him by the throat. "You see I am the actually divine entity of death and your son is actually my husband." She shows the matching rings.

"I am granting you a favor as he requested a single thing from me for this world." She says waving her hand and a pile of grass appears. Another wave and in its place appears a beautiful woman with blue hair staring at us in a daze.

"I've brought your wife back into being on his request so you wouldn't be such a drunken disappointment." She says looking around at all the booze bottles and dirty environment in disapproval.

By this time Ah Yin the blue silver empress who had just been revived takes notice of everything around her. Her eyes start to narrow at the blacksmith who is sweating heavily now.

"Really making your own child cook for you? Clean the house. Do the laundry. And you make him eat plain rice with no meat?" She says looking over at the rice gruel on the stove.

"All the money goes for booze in your beer gut how sad." She says as she can feel the wrath coming from the mother towards the man and gives him a sadistic smile.

"A titled douluo living like a common beggar." She says before disappearing dropping the fearful man on the ground.

"Ah Yin your back my love I can't believe it." He says happily and tries to distract her from the matter at hand.

"You let my baby live in a dirty hovel and is he wearing patched up rags?" She asks in a deadly quiet voice.

Eh? I look down and I am indeed wearing some kind of dirty patchwork shirt and pants. Are these shoes just burlap with fucking string around them to keep them on?

I pick up another bottle and wing it at his head with a *pting* it bounces right off his noggin. "Oi! What the fuck are these?" I ask pointing at my...foot sacks?

"You taught him to swear!?!" Mother hisses at him as vines wrap the man up and he sweats more.

"No wonder I don't have any friends I look like a fucking beggar! What's that smell? Oh my god I smell! What is that sweat and soot and booze? I smell like a fucking coal miners wet dream!!!" I shout quickly stripping down and heading for a well or something to wash.

"You will be sleeping on the couch for the next month!" Mother shouts at him.

"But we don't have a couch?" He says stupidly.

"Then sleep on the floor and make sure you take a bath as I don't want my floor smelling like your dirty ass!" She says tossing him out the door and coming to help me wash my back and hair and give me motherly affection. This is her first time seeing me since birth anyway.