Trading System

Trading System

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Holy Soul Village.

A little boy in plain cloth clothes lay atop a stone, a stalk of Blue Silver Grass clamped between his lips as he stared motionlessly at the stars filling the sky.

"Six years..."

The boy chuckled softly. They said life was unpredictable, but who could have imagined that a fine young man who had grown up thriving under the glory of the motherland would one day transmigrate into a novel?

And it was Douluo Continent, known as the floor tile of fantasy worlds.

The boy's name was Yin Hao. As a fine young man from the twenty-first century, his parents had died when he was young, leaving him only assets worth hundreds of millions and five houses.

He had practically been born at the finish line, with no need to worry about his future, work, money, or anything of the sort. Yet precisely because of that, Yin Hao, who had always lived in luxury, lost his goal in life.

Usually, he either read novels or played ball. Life was boring to the extreme. More than twenty years passed like that. After growing up, Yin Hao resolutely embarked on a journey of adventure to escape that stifling boredom in his life—commonly known as courting death.

During one such death-courting... ahem, adventure, Yin Hao, who had leaped from a plane, suddenly discovered a problem: his parachute was jammed... and would not open.

But was that something to panic about? Who went skydiving with only one parachute? Yin Hao was not flustered in the slightest by such a minor issue. He even felt like laughing.

But just as he calmly prepared to open his reserve parachute, he tragically discovered that—the damn reserve parachute was jammed too!

And so, after cursing the unscrupulous parachute manufacturer countless times, Yin Hao gloriously kicked the bucket.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in the world of Douluo Continent and become an infant adopted by Old Jack.

Still, biological or not, Old Jack treated Yin Hao exceedingly well. He spoiled him however he could, allowing Yin Hao, who had barely experienced familial affection in his previous life, to feel the warmth of home for the first time.

As a transmigrator, the first thing Yin Hao did after learning to run was drag Old Jack around everywhere. Of course, he had a purpose: he wanted to see how old Tang San was and get a grasp of the timeline.

After wandering around for several days, Yin Hao finally encountered Tang San. They were the same age, which was fairly good news. After all, if Tang San had already become a god by the time he arrived, what the hell would there be left to play?

It was also the moment he saw Tang San that a voice rang out in Yin Hao's mind.

Congratulations, Host, on meeting the chosen son of fate in the Douluo world. Binding the Trading System...

10%...

50%...

100%...

Binding successful.

Upon hearing that voice, Yin Hao could not be bothered to speak with Tang San. He immediately called out in his mind.

"System, are you there?"

Fortunately, the System promptly responded.

I am here, Host.

The moment Yin Hao received the reply, he became wildly excited. The standard equipment of a transmigrator! A System! As expected, this young master was the protagonist! Caw! Caw! Caw!

His smile was brilliant, but Old Jack beside him was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, Could there be something wrong with this child's head?

Seemingly noticing Old Jack beside him, Yin Hao quickly put away his smile and pretended that nothing had happened as he continued asking in his mind.

"System, what is your primary function?"

This System's primary function is trading. As long as the Host gives someone an item they need, the Host can randomly obtain one of that person's items without requiring their consent. This may be a bloodline, Soul Power, or even favorability.

Note: 1. The trading target's strength cannot differ too greatly from the Host's, or the trade will be invalid.

2. The item given must be something the other party needs. If they do not need it, the trade will remain invalid even if they accept it.

3. The trading target must be an important character in this world.

Additionally, the System also includes the System Shop function, allowing the Host to purchase items.

Yin Hao became interested and asked.

"What does the System Shop have? What is needed for exchanges?"

The System Shop's currency is Gold Soul Coins. It contains everything one could want, including not only items from this world, but also items from other worlds.

Hearing this, Yin Hao nodded in satisfaction.

However, when he saw the primary function, Yin Hao frowned slightly and voiced his concern.

"Trading lets me obtain someone else's things without their consent, but once they lose something, they'll definitely notice, right?"

After a trade, the Host may choose to give the item away. However, while the other party will not lose anything that way, the Host will gain nothing either.

"Then what the hell is the point? Is there another way?"

After completing a trade, the Host may also choose not to claim the reward for the time being, then claim it in several installments over a period of time. For example, if the Host trades for one level of the other party's Soul Power, it can be claimed in several installments, slowly reducing their Soul Power and lowering the chance of discovery.

The corners of Yin Hao's mouth rose again involuntarily. In his previous life, he had deeply despised that hypocritical and sinister Tang San. Tang San had clearly destroyed Spirit Hall over his own private grudge, cutting off countless ordinary people's chances to rise in life, yet he pinned that shit on Spirit Hall instead.

And that was not all. It was because of him that Slaughter City was destroyed, allowing Evil Soul Masters to run rampant ten thousand years later, yet he ignored it all, acting as though it had nothing to do with him. It was utterly nauseating.

Moreover, due to certain personal reasons, Yin Hao could never become friends with Tang San. They could only be enemies. As for why, that would be explained later.

Pulling back his thoughts, Yin Hao rose from the stone and headed home.

When he returned home, Old Jack was cooking. Yin Hao called out to him.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Old Jack turned around, and the instant he saw Yin Hao, his face broke into a broad smile.

"Xiao Hao, you're back. Grandpa's cooking. It'll be ready soon."

Old Jack was extremely fond of this grandson, who had been obedient since childhood, never made him worry, and was especially polite. After living together for six years, although they were not blood-related, they were closer than blood relatives.

"Mm. By the way, Grandpa, I want to bring some more rice to Little San's family. Otherwise, I'm worried they might not even have enough to eat."

Old Jack seemed to have expected it. After all, this was not the first or second time Yin Hao had done such a thing. Over the past two years, he had gone almost every few days, sometimes bringing rice and sometimes meat.

But Old Jack did not stop him. Instead, he strongly supported Yin Hao's "kind-hearted" behavior.

Naturally, he did not know that Yin Hao had a System, much less that every time Yin Hao delivered something, he could obtain some "good stuff" from Tang San.

After receiving Old Jack's permission, Yin Hao picked up a sack and scooped several ladles of rice from the rice jar into it. It was not much, roughly enough for Tang Hao and Tang San to eat for two or three days.

Then, carrying the sack, he headed toward the village's only blacksmith shop.

"Us common folk, ah, today we're so happy, ah..."

Humming as he walked, he soon arrived at the blacksmith shop's entrance.

There was no one inside when he entered. By Yin Hao's estimation, Tang Hao should have been sleeping soundly in the room, while Tang San should have been cooking in the kitchen.

Carrying the sack, Yin Hao headed straight for the kitchen. Sure enough, upon entering, he saw an ordinary-looking child in patched blue clothes standing before the pot and seriously preparing food. Who else could it be but Tang San?

Although Tang San was still young, several years of cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill had made his hearing several times sharper than that of ordinary people.

Tang San sensed Yin Hao the moment he reached the doorway.

That was because Yin Hao had not intended to conceal himself. Otherwise, given that his current strength was considerably higher than Tang San's, Tang San could never have detected him.

Yin Hao carried the sack inside, pushed open the door, and handed the bag to Tang San.

"Little San, is your family running out of rice again? I brought you some rice."

Tang San stood up, accepted the rice, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Hao Ge. The food will be ready soon. Stay and have some with us."

Yin Hao waved his hand.

"No need. Grandpa has already made food at home. I just came to bring you rice. Now that I've delivered it, I should head back."

At the same time, a voice sounded in Yin Hao's mind.

Congratulations, Host. You traded four jin of rice for 1% of Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. Claim it?

"Don't claim it yet."

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