Orphan of Adjudication, Chosen Awakening

Orphan of Adjudication, Chosen Awakening

"Urgh—!"

The bone-piercing agony of ice needles had yet to fade when scorching magma exploded through his organs! Ling Feng jerked upright, cold sweat instantly soaking through his thin undershirt, sticky and clammy.

Before him was an unfamiliar vaulted ceiling carved with elaborate angels and scepters, terrifyingly high. A cool, expensive incense drifted through the air, pressing down so heavily it was hard to breathe.

Spirit Hall! The orphan of an Adjudicator Elder! Adopted by Bibi Dong!

Several cold, weighty phrases, carrying memory fragments that did not belong to him—the imposing yet blurry father, his mother's bloodstained hand, the magnificent and oppressive Pope's Palace, and those... unfathomably deep violet eyes belonging to Pope Bibi Dong—smashed into his chaotic mind!

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath. Just as he tried to sort out the situation, an even fiercer tremor suddenly erupted from the depths of his soul!

A low, majestic hum rang out—not through his ears, but directly inside his mind! A power of light, pure to the extreme, carrying the chilling force to crush all evil and a trace of destructive majesty, awoke within his body like a slumbering ancient beast, violently forcing its way through every limb and bone!

"Hah!" Ling Feng's body tensed uncontrollably, as though he would burst apart the next second!

Dazzling golden light erupted without warning! It instantly filled the entire cold, luxurious bedchamber! The hard, icy radiance sliced the noble deep purple decor into fragments. Even more horrifying, that golden light frantically gathered and stretched behind his back—

Swish!

A full three pairs of enormous, solid wings of light, their edges flowing with blazing white arcs of lightning, spread wide with the mighty power to purify all things! Every slight flap brought crackling electricity, while the air warped, burned, and was purified by an invisible force! The room's temperature soared, yet was firmly suppressed by the wings' destructive majesty, making it so suffocating one could vomit blood!

Judgment Angel! A top-tier mutated martial soul!

Ling Feng's head buzzed, and he was both shocked and delighted. This starting martial soul was damn powerful!

Just as his mind reeled from the impact of that power, a cold, mechanical, emotionless voice, like a carving knife, gouged directly into his turbulent consciousness:

Ding! Detected intense conflict between the host's soul and the laws of this plane. Core energy source "Judgment Angel" activated... God-Tier Choice System successfully bound!

Novice guidance mission issued!

Scenario: Newly arrived in another world, currently within the heart of Spirit Hall. Pope Bibi Dong is about to summon you.

Choice One: Coward Mode! Cling to her leg, weep bitterly, and beg for pity. Reward: Bibi Dong's favorability +5, increased safety factor, Weak Disguise skill (reduces presence).

Choice Two: Hothead Mode! Reveal your sharpness and demand the truth about your parents' "sacrifice." Reward: Slight increase in Spirit Hall prestige, Bibi Dong's attention +10 (vigilance + scrutiny), Sharpness Revealed status (cultivation speed +10%).

Choice Three: Old Schemer Mode! Remain respectful on the surface while secretly planning a path of resurgence by intercepting all of Tang San's opportunities! Reward: detailed coordinate map of the Ice and Fire Immortal Grass (including the distribution of immortal herbs), Fate's Watcher talent (vaguely senses fragments of key figures' destinies)!

"Intercept Tang San?! Ice and Fire Immortal Grass?!" Ling Feng's pupils contracted sharply. The first two choices? One meant becoming a groveling lackey, the other was courting death! Only this one! In this world where fists ruled and even gods played chess, without strength or a head start, he was nothing! Stealing the protagonist's opportunities and defying fate—that was the kingly path!

A ruthless resolve surged up from the depths of his heart, burning away the confusion and fear of having just transmigrated. The last trace of weakness belonging to "Earth's Ling Feng" vanished completely from his eyes, leaving only the icy decisiveness and ambition of "Douluo's Ling Feng."

"Choice Three!" Ling Feng roared at the cold system in his mind, utterly resolute.

Choice confirmed! Distributing reward...

A cool current instantly flooded into his mind, and an incomparably complex map was clearly imprinted within it—mountains, springs, and the marked locations of various glowing plants! The Ice and Fire Immortal Grass, a garden of immortal herbs! It was his!

At the same time, a strange "field of vision" opened within his senses. The world seemed covered in frosted glass as blurry fragments began to flicker, like the grainy image of an old television with poor reception, accompanied by intense static. Gaze of Destiny? The cost was not small, but it was worth it! This was his trump card!

"Young Master Ling Feng, His Eminence the Pope summons you." A stiff yet respectful female voice came from beyond the bedchamber's heavy rosewood doors, interrupting Ling Feng's excitement over his new power.

She was here! Bibi Dong!

Ling Feng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the buzzing dizziness in his head caused by gazing into fate. With a thought, the three pairs of outrageously flashy, crackling wings of light behind him vanished with a swish, turning into specks of golden light that drilled back into his body. The suffocating pressure and radiance in the bedchamber disappeared at once.

He walked over to the huge floor-length crystal mirror. Reflected within was a boy of eleven or twelve, his face somewhat pale, his figure slender, dressed in black silk pajamas. But those eyes... black and profound, like a bottomless frozen pool, held none of the innocence or panic expected of someone his age. There was only an icy calm, concealing a frantic thirst for power.

"Heh." Ling Feng gave his reflection a cold, humorless smile. The show was about to begin.