Useless System and Useless Transmigrator

In a small city on Douluo Continent, only a few dozen li from Shrek City, Chen Ping carried a stack of books in the Bamboo Basket on his back. Two long flags jutted from either side of the basket, each painted with eye-catching advertising slogans.

"Selling: Comprehensive Soul Skill Reference Packs from Outstanding Shrek Graduates of Every Generation, plus Shrek Elite Training Plans. Let your child win at the starting line."

"Offering: Soul Master Career Planning, non-diluting Soul Skill combinations, college admission resumes. One hundred percent positive reviews since opening. Consultation fees start at one gold coin."

Taking the water flask from his waist, Chen Ping plopped down in a shady corner without the slightest concern for his image. He gulped down several mouthfuls, then pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped himself haphazardly.

"Who would've thought that I, a fine young man of the new era, would actually end up selling courses and peddling anxiety just to make a living?"

Chen Ping gasped heavily, took off the basket, set it aside, and leaned against the big tree for a good, satisfying rest.

In Chen Ping's mind, a weak female voice rang out hesitantly. "But Boss, weren't you in the same business before coming here?"

Chen Ping's face stiffened when he heard that. He replied with his thoughts: "Useless System, don't butt into the conversation whenever you feel like it. If you had shown even a little promise, I wouldn't have had to come out and sell courses."

"As a system, you can't even allocate attribute points. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Oh."

A pitiful voice rang out in Chen Ping's Sea of Consciousness, but it immediately began trying its best to advertise itself again.

"Boss, would you like an erotic dance? I can do the one that sounds just like Yinfutu, and you can pick whatever clothes you want."

"Since you're the only one who can see me, it doesn't matter if I dress provocatively. Just thinking about it is exciting, isn't it?"

Chen Ping merely rolled his eyes in silence. "But my physiological age is only eleven."

"Although children on Douluo Continent are generally tall and mature early, people like Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who could already weave through the flower bushes at barely ten years old, are still rare prodigies."

"So, unfortunately, I'm still quite capable of resisting temptation, at least for now."

Hearing this, the female voice in Chen Ping's mind seemed to deflate at once.

"Boss, pay attention. Someone's coming, and there are quite a few of them."

At that, Chen Ping first froze, then tossed his water flask into the basket. He immediately hoisted the basket onto his back and tried to run.

"Kid, where do you think you're going?"

Before Chen Ping could even get the basket onto his back, a group of laborers dressed in the same short outfits had already surrounded him.

Chen Ping's heart jolted, but he still clasped his fists and bowed. "I apologize to all you heroes. We're all just trying to earn a living out here. I only borrowed your shady spot to catch my breath. I'll be leaving now."

It wasn't that Chen Ping was timid or spineless. It was simply that a man beneath another's roof had no choice but to bow his head.

Although he was a Soul Master, he had only recently reached level ten. His physical abilities weren't much better than those of ordinary people. Picking a fight with this group of heavy laborers was definitely not a wise move.

Besides, the manual laborers who worked in the city were, in essence, one of the local powers there.

All the places in the city that offered shade and cool breezes where people could rest comfortably belonged to these local powers.

He had used the spot without even saying hello. If they really argued about it, he might genuinely be in the wrong!

After all, he wasn't a local, nor was he an outsider visiting relatives. No matter how grandly he put it, he was still just one of the countless members of the lowest rung of society.

They were all making a living on the streets. As an outsider, he was clearly in the wrong for occupying their resting place.

Of course, the main reason was that the leader among these laborers had arms almost as thick as Chen Ping's thighs.

The man's biceps were hard as iron lumps, and Chen Ping was very worried that he might crush his head between his elbow and arm.

There were already many of them, and the Soul Power pressure radiating from their leader was even more frightening. He had to be at least a level-thirty-plus Soul Elder.

At a time like this, being polite could only help him, not hurt him.

"Xiao Chen, you can read. Come over and see whether this is that swindling teacher."

The laborers completely ignored Chen Ping's courteous behavior. The leader directly called over a youth who looked only seventeen or eighteen from behind the crowd, pointed at Chen Ping's Bamboo Basket, and asked him.

Soon, the young-looking boy pointed at Chen Ping's Bamboo Basket and stammered, "Shrek planning, one hundred percent positive reviews, consultation fee... starting at one gold coin. Uncle, it's this swindler."

Chen Ping panicked as well. Oh no, the parents have come to his doorstep.

His mind rapidly reviewed the services he had recently provided to his customers, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.

"System, you're certain the damage calculation formulas you gave me are correct, right?"

Chen Ping looked at the group of burly men before him and nervously swallowed.

All the money he had earned had been turned into medicinal materials and refined into pills because of the System's nonsense. He had no money to compensate these parents.

If he couldn't bluff his way through this, he would be in serious trouble.

"R-Right?"

The System in Chen Ping's Sea of Consciousness was also panicking. Even its voice lacked confidence.

"What the hell do you mean, 'right'?"

"When I asked you what use you had, you swore up and down that although you couldn't directly provide me with supplies, any information you had would be completely accurate!"

Chen Ping was getting angry now. Being killed once by a heavily loaded truck had already been miserable enough.

If these furious laborers beat him to death with a flurry of punches, he really would die unable to rest in peace.

"I-I-I never studied Advanced Mathematics. Besides, you were the one who came up with the damage calculation formulas, weren't you?"

"I only plugged in a few numbers to verify them. In theory, there shouldn't be a problem."

The System's reply was utterly aggrieved as a string of formulas appeared in front of Chen Ping.

Soul Master Damage Panel = Base Soul Skill Damage * [1 + Soul Skill Attribute Reference Value * (Soul Master's Own Strength Modifier + Additional Martial Soul Quality Modifier)] * ∏_i=1^n a_i(1 + Multiplicative Amplification_i%) + ∑_i=1^n a_i(1 + Fixed Amplification_i)

Soul Master Final Damage = (Soul Master Damage Panel * Combat Technique Movement Skill Modifier + Fixed Damage Panel) * Damage Amplification

One number after another jumped into the formulas. The calculated results were exactly the same as the results Chen Ping had personally tested.

"Wait."

As the laborers closed in around him, Chen Ping suddenly remembered something.

Because his damage calculation formulas looked like incomprehensible scrawls, ordinary students and parents simply didn't believe him.

That was why he hadn't sold a single Soul Ring acquisition package involving non-diluting Soul Skills during this period!

Although Chen Ping had still felt somewhat uncertain about that particular service, he had been one hundred percent confident in all the other services he had sold.

"So you're the brat who tricked my son into giving up cultivating Control System Blue Silver Grass and switching to becoming a Support System Soul Master?"

The next moment, the muscular middle-aged man stepped forward and questioned Chen Ping in a deep, booming voice.