Starting from Douluo to Capture Goddesses

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Dong! Dong! Dong!

The urgent knocking outside interrupted Brock's daydreaming.

His erotic fantasy disrupted, a look of displeasure immediately appeared on his face— he had just been dreaming of frolicking in the water with Dong'er and Er Long, and this interruption made him irritable.

He took a deep breath, closed the book, the sullen look on his face fading as he returned to his usual expression, then shouted at the door, "Who is it?"

"Teacher, it's me, Tang San," Tang San said anxiously, banging on the door like crazy. He might have been cursed with a permanent mark of shame, which made the usually calm him unable to stay composed any longer. Now he had pinned all his hopes on his teacher, Brock. If even his teacher couldn't help him take off the green hat, he would have no face to see anyone ever again.

"Xiaosan? What's wrong?" As Brock opened the door, he was astonished to see Tang San with a cloth wrapped around his head like an old granny. At the moment, Tang San, half-naked, held onto the cloth on his head with both hands, his actions and behavior appeared bizarre, taking Brock completely by surprise.

"Xiaosan, what are you doing? Why are you wearing this cloth on your head?" Brock asked, unable to resist inquiring, looking at Tang San with a mix of bewilderment and gravity. He knew Tang San's character; if he had not encountered a very troublesome issue, he would definitely not look so panicked. Moreover, Tang San typically would try to resolve issues on his own and would only turn to him if he could not.

Clearly, Tang San had run into some very tricky trouble.

And it was related to his head.

The wise Brock saw through many things at a glance.

"Teacher, I've been cuckolded, I've truly been cuckolded." Tang San's voice trembled as he spoke, pulling off the cloth from his head, and immediately the green hat was revealed to Brock.

"Xiaosan, what's happened here?" Brock blinked, puzzled, knowing only that the hat looked quite nice; for the moment, he didn't think any further.

"Teacher, listen to me, this is the Hat of Fate, no, this is a green hat. Regardless of whether it's called the Hat of Fate or if it has any powerful effects, it is still a green hat." Tang San said earnestly. He didn't care whether the hat was beneficial to him, whether it could ward off disaster or not. He knew that as long as he saw this hat, it made him feel annoyed.

This was Xu Ran's humiliation of him.

If he kept wearing such an object of humiliation on his head, even if no one saw it, even if nobody misunderstood, he himself would go mad. Because every time he looked in the mirror, he knew, he would be cuckolded.

"So what?" Brock was still a bit clueless. He couldn't help but touch the hat on Tang San's head, feeling that it was made of exceptionally soft material, crafted from fine quality materials. It was no wonder he didn't know about these things; immersed in studying (plagiarizing) theories, he was out of touch with the outside world. He didn't understand what the green symbolized.

"Teacher, you don't see anything wrong?" Tang San took a deep breath, looking at Brock. Could it be that with all his teacher's wisdom, he couldn't see through this hat?

"I see it. The material is quite nice, the style isn't bad either. Next time remember to buy one for me too," Brock said. He felt the top of the hat and thought it was made of extraordinary material. It seemed to be of a much higher quality than any fabric he had seen, far superior to the fur of high-level soul beasts.

"It's not about the style. The hat can't be taken off." Tang San felt his heart start to crumble. Although he knew his teacher wasn't deliberately making fun of him, his self-esteem was nonetheless hurt.

"Can't be taken off?" Only after hearing this did Brock's expression turn solemn, as he looked seriously at the hat atop Tang San's head. He braced the rim and tried to pull it off with force, but to his surprise, the hat wouldn't budge no matter what.

After a long while, Brock tried many methods, including using scissors, but nothing could budge the hat. This mysterious hat, even Brock had no solutions for it.

"This... there's no record of hats in the books. What should we do?" Brock muttered softly. He had read a wide array of books and was clear on knowledge about Soul Masters. But for things outside of his books, he was as good as blind.

"Teacher, what did you say?" Tang San couldn't help asking, as he hadn't heard clearly what Brock had been saying.

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"This hat is too bizarre, it seems to have completely clung to your head, and it's very difficult for ordinary methods to take it off. Even scissors can't cut through it. For now, we only have one option left," Brock shook his head and turned to fetch a large hammer from the inner room.

The hammer, made of fine iron, didn't look very big, but it weighed at least a dozen or so pounds.

"Teacher, what are you trying to do?" Tang San couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air as he looked at the hammer. His teacher couldn't possibly be planning to smash the hat to pieces with it.

"It's the only way that might work," Brock said gravely, holding the hammer. He had just checked; the hat felt soft to the touch but would harden when damaged. That's why it was indestructible with scissors.

"Since that's the case, then please do it, teacher," Tang San said, gritting his teeth determinedly.

"Xiaosan, bear with the pain. Gather all your Soul Power in your head to minimize the damage from the hammer," Brock instructed.

And Tang San released his Martial Soul, concentrating all his Soul Power in his head. His face was resolute, ready for a concussion if that meant breaking the hat — it was worth it!

He didn't want to wear this hat for another moment!

"Duang~" The hammer forcefully struck Tang San's head. Brock had used the strength of an ordinary person, while Tang San had released his Martial Soul, so there was no need to worry about causing him too severe an injury. However, what Brock and Tang San hadn't expected happened when the hammer was about to touch Tang San's head — a surprise!

The hat, which had been soft in texture, instantly became unbreakable, not even dented by the hammering, while Brock's arm trembled violently from the rebound force.

"I knew there was a trick to it," Brock took a deep breath, and struck down hard again.

With a "Duang," the hat remained undamaged. After a dozen or so more hits, Brock's eyes began to sparkle — he was overcome with a surge of amazement.

It's a treasure, an absolute treasure!

This kid Xiaosan has stumbled upon a real gem!

He had watched closely; the extraordinarily hard hammer had left the hat unscathed, while tiny iron filings flew off the hammer. This proved the hat's defense was very strong, stronger than fine iron.

With such a treasure, if Tang San could always wear it on his head, his future would be filled with even more possibilities!

The head is a very vulnerable area, and having such a powerful defensive artifact would greatly increase the possibilities for Tang San in combat!

Before Tang San started using the Haotian Hammer Martial Spirit, Blue Silver Grass was his primary attack method. As a control-class Soul Master, the requirement for spiritual power is high. The brain is vital for a control-class Soul Master to lead and win. Now that Tang San's head was protected by the hat, it was naturally beneficial to his strength.

As Brock pondered these thoughts, he didn't care whether the hat held any special significance for Tang San. As Tang San's teacher, all he needed to know was that this hat was strong, incredibly strong, and that was enough.

If Tang San could grow steadily and become a powerful figure, then he, too, would gain supreme glory. As for whether that powerful figure would have a green hat on his head, that was irrelevant. After all, it wasn't him wearing the hat.

"Teacher, what are you thinking about?" Tang San couldn't help asking. He felt that there was something odd about his teacher's eyes, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure. But this was no treasure, just a hat, albeit with symbolic meaning.

"Since an ordinary hammer can't break the hat, try using your second Martial Soul. Your second Martial Soul is unbreakable, and its destructive power is unmatched by ordinary objects," Brock said, a hint of anticipation in his gaze. If even the Haotian Hammer couldn't break the hat, then it really was an invaluable treasure.