Chapter 1: What Kind of Proper Person Writes a Diary?
Nuoding City, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
The afternoon sunlight was a little dazzling as it spilled over the bustling academy gates.
A young boy dressed in a set of tight black clothes was casually tossing a copper soul coin in his hand while walking toward the Academic Affairs Office, looking utterly bored.
The boy appeared to be around six years old, yet his figure was tall and slender—far exceeding that of his peers.
What stood out the most, however, were his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, there seemed to be two pupils overlapping faintly, divine light restrained within them, giving off an eerie yet noble aura.
But in the very next instant, they returned to normal.
Double pupils!
"Tsk, so this is Nuoding Academy? Looks pretty average."
Lin Yuan curled his lips.
As a transmigrator from Blue Star, he knew all too well what kind of place this was.
This was where the dream of the Douluo Continent began—and also the starting point of that hypocrite later revered as 'Tang Buddha.'
Back when Lin Yuan watched the anime in his previous life, he had long sneered at Tang San's blatant double standards.
Lin Yuan understood that everyone was guilty of double standards to some extent—but being this disgusting was another matter entirely.
So all the benefits went to you, and all the moral high ground belonged to you as well?
Fortunately, the heavens had eyes and allowed him, Lin Yuan, to transmigrate.
Although he started as an orphan, picked up and raised by the old village chief of neighboring Baishi Village…
None of that mattered.
What mattered was this—
He, Lin Yuan, had an insanely blessed start!
One month ago, during the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony—
That legendary "Blind Douluo" arrived right on schedule.
To this day, Lin Yuan still vividly remembers Su Yuntao's awestruck, never-seen-the-world expression.
When that jet-black spear—emanating a terrifying killing aura—appeared in Lin Yuan's hand, the temperature of the entire Spirit Hall Branch seemed to plunge to freezing point.
God-Killing Spear!
Proclaimed as the number one killing artifact beneath the Heavenly Dao!
Although it wasn't the true body of the God-Killing Spear—merely a martial soul—the pressure it radiated was already this horrifying!
Immediately after that came the expected result: Innate Full Soul Power.
Su Yuntao's eyes turned green on the spot—green with excitement.
He grabbed Lin Yuan by the shoulders and refused to let go, desperately trying to drag him into Spirit Hall.
"Child, you're a genius! A true genius!"
"Join Spirit Hall, and His Holiness the Pope will definitely take you in as a personal disciple!"
To be honest, Lin Yuan was tempted at the time.
After all, aside from being forcibly dumbed down in the later stages, Spirit Hall—whether in terms of resources or beauties… cough, whether in terms of resources or foundation—was unquestionably top-tier on the continent.
And let's be real—values follow facial features. Who could refuse Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue?
This was known as the Love Continent, after all. If you really examined it closely, aside from characters like Shui Bing'er and Ye Lingling—side characters with barely any screen time—almost everyone else had issues, one way or another.
But after calming down, Lin Yuan realized something was off.
The God-Killing Spear specialized in extreme slaughter.
At present, Bibi Dong was already being eroded by the will of the Rakshasa God—her mind was hardly stable to begin with.
What if the killing aura of his martial soul interacted with the Rakshasa God's will in some strange chemical reaction, pushing her even further into madness?
That risk was far too great!
Just as Lin Yuan was hesitating—
That golden finger, which had been six years late, finally came online.
[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a major choice.]
[Diary Writing System loading.]
[Activation conditions: Refuse to join Spirit Hall and enroll in Nuoding Academy.]
Well then!
Since the system had spoken, what was there left to choose?
Thus, under Su Yuntao's "Are you an idiot?" expression, Lin Yuan righteously rejected Spirit Hall's recruitment.
His reason was nothing short of heart-touching:
"Master, my home is too far away. I'll miss home, and I can't bear to leave Grandpa Village Chief. I want to study at a nearby low-level Soul Master Academy first. If fate allows, I'll serve Spirit Hall in the future."
The speech left Su Yuntao completely dumbfounded. In the end, he could only leave behind a certificate with great reluctance, turning back every three steps as he departed.
To avoid drawing attention, Lin Yuan even deliberately gave his martial soul a slightly more low-key name—
Soul-Devouring Spear.
As for those double pupils?
Su Yuntao didn't notice anything abnormal at all.
Blind Douluo—truly living up to the name!
Of course, this couldn't entirely be blamed on him. After all, Soul Masters of this era still possessed an extremely primitive understanding of body-type martial souls.
…
Lin Yuan's thoughts returned to the present.
He had already completed his enrollment procedures and was now heading toward Dorm Seven.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully enrolling in Nuoding Academy. Diary Writing System officially bound!]
[This system is dedicated to assisting the host in becoming the supreme existence of the continent.]
[The host only needs to record (or fabricate) content in the diary daily to obtain generous rewards.]
[Rewards include but are not limited to: soul bones, god-given soul rings, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, peerless cultivation techniques, and more.]
Listening to the mechanical voice in his mind, Lin Yuan's lips curved upward slightly.
Get stronger by writing a diary?
This trope—he knew it all too well!
In the web novels of his previous life, systems like this were peak-tier existence.
No need to fight to the death.
No need to grind tasks or act like a bootlicker.
Just move the pen (or use intent), and level up while lying down.
"What kind of proper person writes a diary anyway?"
Lin Yuan mocked inwardly.
"Despicable."
Yet there was not the slightest trace of shame on his face—the grin threatening to split his cheeks apart!
Immediately afterward, the system's next prompt left Lin Yuan momentarily stunned.
[Ding! Special Notice: The diary written by the host will generate exclusive copies, which will be randomly distributed to certain individuals on the Douluo Continent.]
[Those in possession of a copy will synchronously read the host's diary content.]
[The first page of the diary is the user manual. Please take note, host.]
Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. "666, System. You're not even pretending anymore, huh?"
[1. Once the host writes the first word in the diary, it will be activated by default and distributed to certain individuals across the continent.]
Lin Yuan: I'll bet the recipients are all people I know.
[2. After the diary copies are distributed, the host will unlock the Character Binding function. Successfully binding with a diary holder allows the host to randomly obtain one of the target's innate abilities, including soul skills, spiritual techniques, special talents, and more.]
[Binding can be performed once per month. If the target does not possess a diary copy, the binding fails. Binding attempts do not accumulate.]
Lin Yuan: Damn, System—you want me to guess who has the diary copies? Interesting.
But what if the copies were given to someone like Bo Saixi or the Silver Dragon King—people who were practically at the peak of this world? How was he supposed to bind with them?
As for gaining one of their abilities upon successful binding?
Aside from innate soul skills—like Xiao Wu's Invincible Golden Body or Teleportation—
The only other things Lin Yuan could think of were Ning Rongrong's Ring Fusion Talent, her Heart Separation Control Method, or Bibi Dong's Rakshasa Divine Power.
Beyond that, there didn't seem to be much else.
Moreover, the power system of the Douluo world was extremely rigid. All abilities were dependent on martial souls and soul rings, with very few self-created skills.
Unlike other fantasy worlds, where techniques could be learned and used freely.
This place emphasized compatibility.
Final conclusion: This binding function was… kind of chicken-rib.
More like the system messing with him for fun.
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End of Chapter