Douluo Continent, southwestern region of the Heaven Dou Empire, within the Fasinuo Province.
Holy Spirit Village. That's right! This was the famous starter village for countless transmigrators. Naturally, it also had the iconic village elder—Old Jack.
Suifeng sat idly by, watching with growing boredom as Old Jack proudly recounted the glorious history of Holy Spirit Village for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Xiaofeng, do you know why our village is called Holy Spirit Village? It's because, long ago, a Soul Sage once came from here."
[A Soul Sage and you're that excited? Do you even realize that your village will eventually produce a god?! That's right—the protagonist, Tang San.]
The mere thought of Tang San left Suifeng with a sense of helplessness. After all, he was already six years old—roughly the same age as Tang San. And while he might look like a child, his mental sharpness far surpassed that of an ordinary adult—think top-tier detective-level brilliance.
Oops, wrong genre...
In any case, because of their similar personalities, he and Tang San actually got along pretty well. You could even call them friends.
But Suifeng had no intention of clinging to the protagonist's coattails. You can only rely on yourself—just like how iron must be forged with heat. Without real strength, everything else is just an illusion. Even if they were friends now, without power, they'd eventually drift apart—just like strangers passing in the night.
"I know, Grandpa Jack! You've told that story a hundred times already. Hmph! I'm not listening anymore. I'm going to find Tang San!"
He stuck out his tongue and made a funny face.
"Blehhh~"
"You little rascal." Old Jack chuckled and scolded playfully as he watched Suifeng run off—his tiny figure radiating youthful energy and innocence.
He stroked his pale beard with a smile, his eyes full of affection.
Around the corner—
"Ugh~"
Even after years of pretending to act cute, Suifeng still wasn't used to it.
Six years. An entire six years. Do you even know what I've been through these six years?!
In his previous life, he was also an orphan. But he'd eventually been adopted by a wealthy family and got to enjoy a bit of luxury…
...until his foster parents decided he had to excel in math, science, and chemistry.
They even claimed it was for his own good: "Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll fear nothing in the world!"
Tell me, what the hell does that have to do with life in the Douluo Continent?!
He'd have been better off learning hairdressing or makeup—at least those are practical skills.
He died in his past life after racing on a mountain. While drifting through a series of hairpin turns, an AE86 suddenly cut him off, and his car flew off a cliff. You can guess the result—he didn't survive.
What, is someone going to transmigrate into his body now and dominate the city with soul power, get promoted, become CEO, marry a rich beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life?
That'd be ridiculous—even a novel wouldn't dare write something so wild.
Kill a husky and gain the soul skill "Home Destroyer"?
Slay a toy poodle and unlock the soul skill "Mount the Heavens"?
After transmigrating to the Douluo world, Suifeng was still an orphan. According to the story, one day Grandpa Jack was walking by the river when he saw a bamboo basket floating downstream. At first, he didn't think much of it—until the basket drifted closer and revealed a baby inside!
You can guess the rest—he was taken in and raised by Old Jack.
Elderly folks tend to be a little repetitive. And not just once or twice. Hearing the same story over and over made Suifeng want to go on a pilgrimage just to escape it.
"Man… Orphan in my last life, still an orphan in this one. Am I just fated to be alone? Maybe I'll awaken an Orphan System or something?"
He chuckled self-deprecatingly. He was clearly losing his grip, pinning hopes on something as ridiculous as a system.
There's no such thing as systems. That's just fiction. None of it's scientific.
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[Ding~ Since the host has spoken the word 'system,' the system has been automatically activated!]
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A sudden voice echoed in his mind, startling Suifeng.
What the heck? A system actually exists? And it activates just by saying the word?
Then what about the past six years?!
He'd only ever thought about systems in his head before—he never seriously believed they existed! Wasn't that just something people made up?
He was a proud product of the 21st century, a fine youth who had gone through nine years of compulsory education. He believed in knowledge. He believed in science!
Knowledge changes your fate. Posture just changes your position.
But the voice echoing in his mind was unmistakably real.
To hell with science!!!
"Hello… are you the Orphan System?" Suifeng asked uncertainly.
There was a long silence.
He started thinking he might've imagined the whole thing.
[This system is the Invincible Myth System—not the Orphan System!]
Whoa, seriously?! Suifeng was thrilled.
Listen to that name! Invincible. Myth. It had "overpowered" written all over it!
Was he about to become unstoppable? To hold the world in his palm by day, and beauties in his lap by night?
Let the sky no longer cloud my vision. Let the earth no longer bury my heart. Let all living beings know my will. Let the gods themselves vanish like smoke!
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Hello everyone, I'm the Invincible Myth System. This is already my tenth host. The previous nine are… all dead.
I don't know what's wrong with today's transmigrators. The moment they hear I'm an "invincible myth system," they go crazy.
They get dumped and immediately shout in public, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don't underestimate the poor!"
Then they dump the girl and go full wild mode.
But they get too cocky, and bam—game over.
Listen, I'm not some overpowered Sign-In System that levels you up just for standing around.
I'm a Mission System. You need to grow steadily, play it safe, and only go wild when you've built up enough!
If this tenth host dies too, I'm gonna be erased by the will of the cosmos...
But after hearing my host's inner thoughts… I'm kind of panicking here~ (-)
What should I do? Please advise! It's urgent!
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After riding that emotional rollercoaster, Suifeng finally came back to his senses.
Wait a second… don't systems usually offer a beginner's gift pack?
What's mine?
"System, where's my beginner's pack?"
Another pause—
[In the future, please speak to me through inner thought. There's no need to speak aloud. To check the beginner's gift pack, simply think: "System Inventory."]
Maybe the system's connection was still syncing? Lagging a bit?
Internet must be slow or something.
Whatever. Let's check the gift pack first!
He mentally commanded: Open System Inventory.
Sure enough, a grid-like interface appeared in his mind, similar to a video game's item bag.
Ten slots in total—probably one item per slot. He'd test the storage rules later.
Right now, his focus was on the very first item:
A Beginner's Gift Pack.
He mentally selected it.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host has received: Three Speed Talismans.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host has received: Misty Steps (Basic).]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host has received: Insight of the Wind. Enhances your attunement with surrounding air, works even better when paired with Misty Steps.]
...That's it?
Suifeng was dumbfounded.
That's all? And you dare call yourself the Invincible Myth System? Speed talismans? A beginner footwork skill? Wind affinity?
Just because my name is Suifeng (lit. "Follow the Wind"), doesn't mean you have to give me Insight of the Wind!
What if my name was Suishi (lit. "Follow the Crap")?!
"This is it?" he asked.
[That's all. You'll receive one random draw at the end of each month, and new missions may appear randomly.]
Suifeng sighed in relief. At least there were still opportunities ahead.
"System, does that mean I could've activated the lottery draw as soon as I transmigrated?"
[Correct.]
"And because I never triggered the system, I can't claim the previous draws now?"
[Sorry, that's not possible.]
"...…"
"So when can I draw next?"
[On the last day of every month. You can draw anytime during that day.]
Suifeng did the math. Twenty-nine days left. Great.
Oh well, let's focus on what I already have.
Misty Steps—Learn.
The moment he selected it, an elegant silhouette began weaving through his mind—graceful, weightless, almost like a celestial being.
Then came the training methods, movements, and breathing patterns—all deeply etched into his memory.
Wait… it doesn't auto-install? I actually have to practice?
Why does this system feel more and more like a knockoff...
Still, better than nothing. At least there's hope for growth!
Next up—Insight of the Wind—Learn!
He closed his large, expressive eyes. His silky hair fluttered gently even without wind.
It felt like the breeze around him slowed down, whispering secrets only he could hear.
Or… maybe not?
Eventually, Suifeng slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp flash of green light flickered deep within them.
He raised his arms slowly, as if sensing the rhythm of the wind itself.
The insight from Misty Steps also seemed to deepen—like he finally had a starting point for true cultivation.
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Meanwhile, the system let out a mental sigh of relief.
No… I can't let this kid go wild. I've got to think of a plan.
He has to play it safe. Only by surviving to the end can he stand at the top of this world!
Then I'll finally fulfill my purpose—and avoid being erased!