Douluo: Starting Out by Stealing Xiao Wu to Become a Cao Thief

"It seemed... you didn't know how to choose. Then I could only help you choose."

Seeing that the princess still refused to decide, Brother Gun lost his patience.

"I think this suits you quite well. How about... this one? Let me see whether you can accept it."

As he spoke, Brother Gun slowly brought the iron rod glowing with intense heat closer to Freyja below.

"No... I'll choose, I'll choose... sob, I'll choose." Seeing the iron rod draw closer and closer, Freyja was terrified. She had no time to care about Brother Gun, whom she regarded as a lowly dog.

Grasping Brother Gun's Barrett, she spoke through slight sobs. "I choose this."

Seeing that the woman had, as expected, chosen his Barrett, Brother Gun revealed a savage smile.

"Hahaha, I really want to see whether this servant you regarded as a slave can make you react."

As he spoke, he moved to press down Freyja's head and slam it into the Barrett.

The next second, Brother Gun felt a brief discomfort in his body.

But he did not think much of it. He merely shook his head. This was his moment of revenge.

Brother Gun did not know that his "Optimization" and "Degradation" had already been taken by someone else.

Just as Brother Gun recovered from the discomfort and reached out to press down Freyja's head—

A burst of white light suddenly flashed between Brother Gun and Freyja.

The glare made them both shut their eyes.

"What the hell! My eyes!" Brother Gun withdrew his outstretched hand and raised it before his eyes, blocking out the white light.

When he lowered it again, he saw a strikingly handsome little boy standing before him and the princess.

By pure coincidence, the boy had separated him and Freyja in the middle of their intimate gun-grasping act.

"Who are you?" The instant he asked, memories that did not belong to him flooded his mind.

"So it was you who took my 'Optimization' and 'Degradation.' You little brat, I don't care how you got here. You're dying today."

Memories of Wen Xuan stealing his "Optimization" and "Degradation" had just appeared in Brother Gun's mind as well.

Though it was absurdly fantastical, he did not find it strange. After all, he himself had been reborn. Since rebirth was possible, this sort of thing was easier for him to accept.

At the same time, Wen Xuan, who had just traveled here, took in the scene before him.

There was a man and a woman. The man looked ordinary, while the woman... was disheveled, though it was still clear that she was a beauty.

Even covered in snot and tears, she could not conceal her noble air, her lychee-like face, or those long, pale legs that struck straight at Wen Xuan's heart.

"Uh! An iron rod! Isn't this Brother Gun?" Wen Xuan had just been admiring Freyja's pale legs when the man beside her, holding a red-hot iron rod, interrupted him.

Hearing the man say he wanted to kill him, Wen Xuan recalled what the system had said.

"Hey, hey, can you listen to my explanation? Actually... fuck, don't hit me with that rod!"

Before Wen Xuan could continue, Brother Gun swung the iron rod at his face.

Fortunately, Wen Xuan reacted quickly and sidestepped the iron rod.

But just after dodging it, Wen Xuan stepped on Freyja, who was too weak in the legs to stand.

"Mm!" Wen Xuan and Freyja met each other's eyes, disbelief filling both their gazes.

Wen Xuan had stepped on Freyja's numb leg and slipped, falling directly onto her. His lips met those of Freyja, who was supporting herself with one hand.

"Ptooey, ptooey~" Wen Xuan immediately pushed Freyja away.

"Did your mouth already suck Brother Gun's rod?" Wen Xuan asked Freyja.

Though he was questioning her, Wen Xuan was still dodging Brother Gun's iron rod.

"No. If you save me and take me away from this person, I can grant you a lifetime of wealth and glory." Freyja repeatedly shook her head.

Seeing that Wen Xuan had misunderstood and thought she had taken the Barrett, she felt somewhat annoyed.

But the little boy before her might be the only person who could save her, so she restrained her princess's temper.

The moment she spoke to Wen Xuan, she made him a promise.

However, Wen Xuan had no time to care what the woman was saying. A rod kept striking at him from behind.

Hearing the woman say no, Wen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want to kiss a woman who had already sucked a rod.

"You still dare flirt and banter in front of me? You're courting death." Seeing how nimble Wen Xuan was, nothing like a child, Brother Gun became somewhat enraged.

He extended one hand in the direction Wen Xuan was dodging and said:

"Degradation."

Nothing happened.

"Damn it, I forgot. It was you, you bastard, who stole my skills."

With that, he angrily threw the iron rod at Wen Xuan.

"I already told you, listen to my explanation. Since you won't listen, don't blame me." Seeing Brother Gun relentlessly pursuing him, Wen Xuan's mood darkened as well.

The next second, he turned and raised his hand at the flying iron rod.

"Take this—Thunder Serpent Mark."

As his words fell, seven stars crackling with electric arcs appeared on Wen Xuan's chest, then rapidly connected.

Crackling lightning appeared in Wen Xuan's hand.

The lightning flew in the direction Wen Xuan pointed.

"Pfft~"

The next second, Brother Gun and the flying iron rod were both blasted away by Lightning Magic.

Brother Gun spat out a huge mouthful of blood. All the hair on his body stood on end, and his body was covered in charred black marks.

"You... you, you actually... cough, cough, you can actually control lightning."

The moment he finished speaking, Brother Gun collapsed headfirst.

Return to Douluo Continent

Only after Brother Gun fell did Wen Xuan slowly slump to the ground, his breathing gradually calming from its earlier rapid pace.

"System, why did Brother Gun try to kill me the moment he saw me?"

Wen Xuan asked the system in confusion.

Ding! The system does not provide answers to any questions.

Seeing that the system was as emotionless as a robot, Wen Xuan gave up asking for the reason.

Since there was nothing to ask, Wen Xuan prepared to end the conversation and deal with the current situation.

But just as he was about to stop asking questions, he remembered something.

"System, how long until I leave this place and return to Douluo Continent?"

Wen Xuan wanted to make this clear. Otherwise, if he traveled again in the future, wouldn't he be dead meat? He would have to lie low, since he might end up in an immortal cultivation world or a higher-plane world at any time.

The people he offended then would not be as easy to handle as they had been today.

Ding! One week. Note: Each time the host undergoes Mutual Travel with another person, the host will remain for one week. After one week, the host will automatically return to the original plane. Time in the original plane will remain unchanged—that is, frozen and stopped.

"So... I have to stay here for a week. Luckily, time in my original world doesn't change."

After muttering that, Wen Xuan ended his exchange with the system.

The exchange between Wen Xuan and the system had lasted only an instant, no more than a few breaths.

He looked at Brother Gun, who had already fallen to the ground, then shifted his gaze to Freyja, whose legs were too weak to support her.

Seeing Wen Xuan look over, Freyja unconsciously lowered her fair neck.

In Freyja's eyes, Wen Xuan was a legendary hero capable of controlling the weather. She feared him, yet could not help studying him curiously.

If I can take this person for my own use, my status in the empire will surely rise step by step... He's only a child. With a little status and beauty as bait, I refuse to believe he won't take the hook.

After considering it, Freyja immediately put on a seductive expression. She stroked her pale legs and lifted a corner of her skirt.

She wanted to win Wen Xuan over with her beauty. Compared with the male servants she usually enjoyed, a child like Wen Xuan, if raised from a young age, would certainly be loyal to her. Besides, at Wen Xuan's age, he was clearly still a virgin.

Yet Freyja did not know that Wen Xuan was not as simple as he appeared, nor was his actual age that of a child.

"Enough... stop moving around and touching yourself. I have no interest in a dirty woman like you."

Wen Xuan suppressed the movement in his throat, and his gaze turned cold.

He suppressed the slight stir in his heart. Freyja's appearance was tempting and easily led people into making mistakes.

But when he thought of what Freyja had done, he felt disgusted.

"I... I haven't. I was only... doing what a princess should do. And... if you stay with me, you can gain unimaginable wealth and glory, as well as power above ten thousand people. Don't you want that?"

Freyja stammered as she tried to explain herself, but when she saw nothing in Wen Xuan's eyes but disgust, revulsion, and an uncomfortable contempt, she changed her approach.

She wanted to use power and status to move Wen Xuan.

Compared with Wen Xuan's appearance, Freyja valued his worth more. If he married her, his value to the royal family would be self-evident.

Hearing Freyja's words, Wen Xuan rose from the ground and slowly approached her. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Stop playing tricks, and don't treat me like a child. Otherwise..."

As he spoke, Wen Xuan summoned Lightning Magic again.

Crackling lightning surfaced in Wen Xuan's palm once more.

Seeing this, Freyja immediately shut the mouth she had just opened to argue. In an instant, she became incomparably obedient.

Wen Xuan did not waste words. Since he needed to stay here for a full week, he asked Freyja about this world's currency for transactions. Then he stuffed all the money he found in the room into his pockets, put on the Knight Robe Brother Gun had taken off, and left.

With one fire, Wen Xuan drew everyone to Freyja's room and escaped safely. He later used the money to buy some delicious food in a town in this world and lay low for a week.

During that week, Wen Xuan heard many people discussing matters related to the princess.

Among them were stories about Wen Xuan, the outsider, assassinating the princess, and Brother Gun, the prisoner, attempting to assassinate Princess Freyja.

Wen Xuan's appearance resulted in Brother Gun being imprisoned in the dungeon again. Without "Optimization" and "Degradation," Brother Gun's strength plummeted.

Wen Xuan did not know what happened afterward, because he had already left that plane.

The scene shifted, and Wen Xuan returned to the familiar place once more.

"Innate Full Soul Power..."

"Ah~ What a pity. It's only a Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul, but you can still become a Soul Master. So, little friend... are you interested in joining our Spirit Hall?"

The instant Wen Xuan returned, he heard the Spirit Hall uncle helping Xiao Wu test her Soul Power excitedly invite her from nearby.

"Spirit Hall!" Upon hearing the words Spirit Hall, rage surged into Xiao Wu's eyes. They seemed to blaze with fire as she glared fiercely at the middle-aged Spirit Hall man before her.

Seeing this, Wen Xuan sensed that something was wrong and quickly ran in front of Xiao Wu, using his body to block her currently ferocious expression.

Behind his back, his small hand grasped Xiao Wu's fist, which she had clenched in anger.

He gently stroked it, soothing Xiao Wu's emotions.

Then—

He looked apologetically at the middle-aged man before him.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. My sister and I only want to attend an ordinary academy. We have no intention of joining Spirit Hall. We're both children from ordinary families."

Hearing Wen Xuan say this, the Spirit Hall deacon nodded and did not ask any further questions.

After all, many people refused invitations from Spirit Hall. Xiao Wu's Martial Soul was not particularly outstanding, so she was not worth him begging. Even with Innate Full Soul Power, he would not shamelessly continue persuading her. Saying a few words was merely him fulfilling his duty as a deacon.

"All right, I won't force you. You should be next, right? Since you came up on your own, awaken your Martial Soul first."

The middle-aged man pointed at the Hexagram Array in the distance, indicating that Wen Xuan should go awaken his Martial Soul himself.

"Okay, thank you."

He bowed to the man, then turned and signaled Xiao Wu with his eyes to calm down.

"Xiao Wu, go wait for me below first. Be good~"

Wen Xuan rubbed Xiao Wu's perked Rabbit Ears and gently pinched them as well.

Thanks to Wen Xuan's earlier soothing, Xiao Wu gradually calmed down and her gaze returned to normal, though a faint blush still lingered on her soft pink face.