Transformation, Martial Souls, System

A system! The very definition of class.

A symbol of wealth, the embodiment of power, the ultimate divine artifact for a nobody's rise and a loser's comeback.

When it came to style and status, to a transmigrator, a system was even more important than their parents.

Hadn't many transmigrator predecessors looked utterly devastated and bereft of all hope just because their systems had been a few minutes late?

Ye Han had come to this world over fifty thousand years ago. After waiting and waiting, he had finally received a system of his own.

Yet because of nothing more than a single complaint, that high-and-mighty system had exploded.

At that moment, he truly felt like dying.

As the buzzing in his head gradually faded and the countless stars before his eyes scattered with the wind, the utterly despairing Ye Han looked at his wives, transformed back into human form, and wailed as he pulled the two women into his arms.

"Waaah, my life is so miserable! Xue Er, I don't want to live anymore."

Ye Han kept up his dry wailing, trying hard to squeeze out two tears, but he was a crocodile by nature—he had no tears to shed.

The Snow Empress's pretty face flushed crimson. She shot him a glare, her boneless hand gently catching the large hand behind her that kept kneading and groping, looking both resistant and inviting.

"Waaah, Bing'er, I don't want to live anymore! Xue Er won't do, so how about you leave me some offspring? Then I can go in peace!"

Ye Han lowered his head to look at the green-clad beauty in his arms. Though his mouth continued to wail, his hand had already quietly parted her collar.

"Mmnh!~"

Ye Han could not help swallowing. He did not dare tease her further and instead looked into the distance through the glass polished from Ten-Thousand Year Profound Ice.

"Xiao Han, if you really want children, then have a litter with Bing'er." Seeing Ye Han's expression, the Snow Empress could not help showing a trace of melancholy in her eyes.

The Snow Empress had been born of heaven and earth, without father or mother. Ye Han had given her the warmth of a home, allowing her to experience for the first time what it felt like to be protected, cherished, and cared for. He had brought warmth to her world for the first time. She wanted to bear children for Ye Han as well, but unfortunately, their true forms were too different and their species incompatible. It was simply impossible.

"Smack! What are you talking about? Do you really want me to leave?" Ye Han lightly slapped the Snow Empress's pert rear and feigned anger.

"Xiao Han, I... you know I didn't mean that," the Snow Empress hurriedly said.

Ye Han lowered his head and looked at the peerless beauty in his arms, becoming entranced. He slowly lowered his head. The soft, delicate sensation left him intoxicated and unable to pull away.

Of course he knew the Snow Empress had not meant it that way. The truth was that he had a knot in his heart. He possessed a human soul; if he gave birth to a whole brood of scorpion children, he would be the first unable to accept it.

Douluo Continent was a godforsaken world, utterly unfriendly to Soul Beasts. If a Soul Beast wanted to transform into a human, there were only two paths. The first was to become a Fierce Beast with cultivation exceeding one hundred thousand years. The second was to abandon all cultivation, shed its beast form, and become human.

Neither path was easy. For the first path, having cultivation beyond one hundred thousand years did not mean merely reaching one hundred twenty or one hundred thirty thousand years. One had to reach two hundred thousand years and survive a Heavenly Tribulation before one could be called a Fierce Beast.

With Ye Han's talent and cultivation speed, reaching two hundred thousand years of cultivation would take at least another twenty or thirty thousand years.

As for the second path, it was even harder.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Cultivation was not something one could discard so easily. Even after abandoning one's cultivation and becoming human, one still had to enter the human world and interact with humans. Only after one's cultivation reached the rank of a six-ringed Soul Emperor could one be considered a true human. If discovered at any point during that time, one would become a rat everyone wanted to beat.

However, those were not the things Ye Han cared about most. What concerned him was something else.

Soul Beasts possessed nearly immortal lifespans, but humans did not. Unless they became gods, even the strongest humans would eventually become dry bones in a grave. This was what Ye Han found hardest to accept.

"I... want... to... transform!"

After a long while, their lips parted, and Ye Han suddenly spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.

He had always hesitated, afraid to make a decision lightly.

But today, the explosion of the system—his final hope—had suddenly firmed up his wavering heart.

Even if he endured another twenty or thirty thousand years and became a Fierce Beast, even if he could withstand the heavenly lightning, what about the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress?

According to his memories, they could not withstand it.

Whether for his own sex life or for the sake of the two women, he had to take a gamble.

As the saying went, one still had to have dreams. Though the hope was slim, what if it came true?

The two women were caught completely off guard by Ye Han's seemingly mad decision. Once they recovered, they naturally tried every means to stop him, but what greeted them was the merciless family discipline.

Halfway through administering the family discipline, Ye Han's body suddenly collapsed again, and this only strengthened his resolve to transform.

Six years later.

Douluo Continent, Icebound Forest.

Inside the magnificent Ice Crystal Castle, a little boy who appeared seven or eight years old stood at the center of a Six-pointed magic circle, awakening his Martial Souls.

This was Ye Han after his transformation.

As the magic circle lit up, Ye Han felt a stabbing pain throughout his body, as though he were about to be torn apart.

At that moment, his entire body brimmed with terrifying power, as though he had returned to his peak before transforming.

Before he had time to consider what was happening, he instinctively opened his left hand. A piece of blue Ice Crystal impatiently shot out from his palm. Then, as he opened his right hand, a miniature sky-blue Humanoid Armor holding a spear instantly appeared in his palm as well.

The appearance of the two Martial Souls, especially the latter, greatly eased the pressure on his body.

But it was not over yet. As Ye Han could not help letting out a long howl, a gray Pearl flew from his mouth. Only then did his body, which had been on the verge of exploding, return to normal.

From the moment the magic circle lit up to Ye Han's howl and the Pearl's appearance, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Yet in that brief instant, Ye Han looked as though he had been pulled from the water, drenched from head to toe. His face was pale, and he looked as though he had been ravaged for thirty years, utterly drained and swaying on the verge of collapse.

"Xiao Han, what's wrong?"

The Snow Empress and Ice Empress arrived at his side almost simultaneously and supported him. The Ice Empress spoke first, asking with a worried expression.

"I'm a little weak. It's nothing serious." Ye Han shook his head and forced a smile onto his pallid face.

Still worried, the Snow Empress carefully checked him several times. Even after finding no problem, she could not help saying, "If anything feels uncomfortable, don't hide it."

"I'm really fine!" Ye Han said with a smile.

Though his smile was ugly, a trace of excitement shone in his eyes.

That Pearl was called the Multiverse Orb. As its name implied, it could be used to travel through countless worlds.

And if he remembered correctly, that system that had exploded back then was called the Multiverse Travel System.

Ye Han guessed that although the system had exploded, it had left behind two things. One was this Multiverse Orb, and the other was that source power within his body.

This power had lain dormant inside him for so long that part of it had assimilated with him, while another part had been triggered by the power of awakening his Martial Souls today. That was what had caused the scene just now.

Watching Ye Han's expression, the Ice and Snow Empresses relaxed slightly.

The three had lived together for so many years that, once they calmed down, it was easy for them to tell whether the other was lying.

"What is that? Is it also a Martial Soul?"

The Snow Empress looked at the Humanoid Armor in Ye Han's left hand, her face full of confusion.

"Congratulations, you guessed right. Come here, let your husband give you a kiss as a reward," Ye Han said.

"You little brat, come on. Let big sister give you a reward first!"

As the cold voice rang out, Ye Han felt his feet leave the ground. Then he was pulled into a soft embrace, and the next moment, his face was given a hard, smacking kiss.

The Snow Empress covered her mouth and giggled at the side, thoroughly delighted.

The dignity of the head of the household suffered a million-point critical hit at that moment and was mercilessly trampled underfoot.

Ye Han's pale little face darkened. He could not help opening his mouth and biting the Snow Empress's face in return, while silently swearing that he would raise his strength as quickly as possible, restore proper order to the household, and let them know who was truly the head of the family.