Chapter 1: Phaw, Garbage System
"Bah, this is so damn boring!"
"No phone, no computer, no anime, no novels. God knows how this young master has survived these past six years."
Beneath a hundred-foot-tall tree, a boy with rosy lips and white teeth, and a face as delicate as jade, spat disrespectfully to the side.
[Ding… Spitting in public, Soul Power +1]
"Soul Power again. Garbage system!"
The boy flipped up his middle finger and cursed, filled with malice towards the system speaking in his mind.
He was Yu Tianming, a transmigrator. His past life was nothing worth mentioning. This life, he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, a world he'd once considered nothing more than a fantasy.
After living for six years on Douluo Continent, Yu Tianming no longer considered this world a fantasy.
His father, his mother, and his grandfather – these were all real people. In his previous life, Yu Tianming had thought Douluo Continent was a fictional world, probably because it was a novel.
Yu Tianming was six years old this year. He was born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His father was Yu Linglong, the second son of the sect master, Yu Yuanzhen. His mother was Chen Yan, the daughter of Chen Xin, an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. His grandfather was Yu Yuanzhen, the Thunder Douluo, one of the top experts on Douluo Continent.
In his previous life, Yu Tianming was a working-class individual. Now, he had transformed into a powerful second-generation rich kid. After six years of experiencing this, he thought it was just so-so.
For a six-year-old brat, this world was too boring. The world's background was quite bizarre, a combination of East and West. It was a bit like Western fantasy with a touch of Eastern fantasy, but also had a strong Western fantasy flavor.
To prevent others from seeing that he was different, he had always pretended to be a mischievous child. For six years, he had been lawless and wreaked havoc in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The other kids regarded him as a demon.
Yu Tianming wasn't like Tang San, who took care of his father at three or four years old, not showing any signs of being a child.
Yu Tianming had forgotten most of the plot of Douluo Continent. He only remembered some important points, such as the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, immortal treasures, and becoming a god.
Before transmigrating, Yu Tianming had read many posts evaluating the protagonist, Tang San. Yu Tianming didn't think Tang San was bad. From a moral standpoint, Tang San might not be a good person, but he was definitely a good protagonist. Just look at what he did after becoming a god.
The entire Douluo Continent had become Tang San's private property, and anyone who resisted would meet their demise.
Humans and soul beasts were nothing more than insignificant ants; their deaths didn't concern him.
Of course, the victor was king, so there was nothing to say about that. Yu Tianming didn't particularly like or dislike Tang San, but he was quite interested in that rabbit.
Tang San was probably not even born yet. A few days ago, Yu Tianming heard his father say that the Spirit Hall's Pope had personally led a team to capture someone.
Unfortunately, Ah Yin...
Yu Tianming lamented that he was born at the wrong time. If he had been born a few years earlier, Bibi Dong, Ah Yin, and Liu Erlong would not have been taken by others.
Soon, Ah Yin would be finished. Bibi Dong had probably already given birth to Qian Renxue by now. Liu Erlong was slightly better off. His second uncle, Yu Luomian, had intervened some time ago and broken up Liu Erlong's wedding with Yu Xiaogang.
Upon learning that Liu Erlong was his sister, Yu Xiaogang was heartbroken and ran off somewhere, no one knew where he was now. Liu Erlong had a huge argument with her second uncle because of this.
"Ugh, it's all this damn system's fault. I don't want to be a Cao Cao!"
Yu Tianming was leaning back, arms behind his head, as he routinely complained about the useless system. Other people's systems were amazing, but his was a complete waste of space. No shop, no exchange, no missions, not even a basic template.
It would occasionally pop up once or twice a month, and the rewards were always something like Strength +1, Charm +1, and then Soul Power +1.
I haven't even awakened a Martial Soul. What good is all this Soul Power to me?
In Douluo Continent, people could awaken their Martial Soul when they turned six years old.
The Martial Soul would be passed down through bloodlines. Everyone had different Innate Soul Power, ranging from level one to level ten. Level ten was the perfect Innate Soul Power. The higher the Innate Soul Power, the higher the cultivation talent in the future.
The quality of the Martial Soul determined the strength of the Innate Soul Power, so this world was extremely unfriendly to commoners.
It was almost impossible for commoners in Douluo Continent to change their fate unless their Martial Soul mutated, but beneficial mutations were rare. It was unlikely to see even a few in a hundred years.
Civilians will always be civilians, and nobles will always be nobles.
"What are you thinking about, you little pervert?"
Suddenly, Yu Tianming, who had closed his eyes, was lifted into the air. Before he could open his eyes, a wave of milky fragrance assailed his senses, and the formidable weapon struck directly at his face.
"Mmph... Mother, I'm going to die, ha..."
The person who came was Yu Tianming's mother, Chen Yan.
"Hmph, you little pervert, today is the day your Martial Soul awakens, have you forgotten?"
Although she was nearly sixty years old, Chen Yan's appearance remained that of a woman in her early thirties, with full breasts and ample hips, a charming figure, and a seductive face, she was a living reincarnation of Daji.
Chen Yan was a 75th-Rank Soul Saint. With her beauty-preserving skills, she could maintain her alluring appearance even at the age of one hundred.
If there was an opportunity to break through to become a Title Douluo, one's lifespan would increase by 300 years, and it would be easy to maintain a youthful appearance.
"Oh, you little pervert, why are you biting me when I'm trying to talk nicely to you?"
Feeling a pain in her chest, Chen Yan pinched Yu Tianming's ear in dissatisfaction. Other people's children were weaned before they were even a year old, but Yu Tianming was already six years old and still clinging to her breasts every day.
It would be embarrassing to tell anyone about this.
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