The System May Be Late, but It Never Fails to Arrive

"A Soul Master... I don't really know how to explain it. Anyway, they're people who can fight using Martial Souls. They're incredibly powerful!"

Scratching his head, Bai Ge did not know how to explain it either and could only force out an explanation.

"..."

Tang San was at a loss for words after hearing Bai Ge's explanation.

Still, in Tang San's eyes, although Bai Ge was somewhat mature for his age, he was only a six-year-old child. It was indeed impossible for him to know too much.

However, Tang San remembered the term Soul Master.

"It's getting late. Come on, go home with me. I'll make you something to eat."

Seeing that the sun on the horizon had already grown bright and guessing that his father, Tang Hao, should have gotten up by now, Tang San stood up.

After coming down from the Back Mountain, the two made their way back to Sacred Soul Village. But at a fork in the road, Bai Ge stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Tang San asked curiously when he saw Bai Ge stop.

"Uh... Tang San, go back and wait first. I'm going home to get something. I'll be right there."

Bai Ge chuckled.

"Fine, but hurry up."

Tang San nodded helplessly.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick."

Bai Ge patted his chest and promised confidently.

The two parted at the fork. Tang San slowly walked home, while Bai Ge hurried back to his own house. After slinging a small sack of rice over his shoulder, he raced toward Tang San's home.

Thanks to the training he had kept up since childhood, the sack of rice that would have seemed extremely heavy to an ordinary six-year-old boy was not too burdensome for Bai Ge.

As long as he rested a few times along the way, carrying it to Tang San's house would not be a problem.

After stopping to rest several times, Bai Ge finally carried the rice to Tang San's doorstep.

"Phew..."

Setting the rice down from his shoulder, Bai Ge let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although he was in excellent physical condition and could carry this small sack of rice while moving swiftly, he was still too young, and his body had not fully grown yet.

After running such a long distance, even with several short breaks along the way, Bai Ge could not help but pant heavily.

"Bai Ge, you're here."

Hearing the commotion outside, Tang San emerged from the house wearing a cooking apron.

When he saw the small sack of rice on the ground and Bai Ge panting for breath, Tang San froze. His eyes began to redden.

Now, he finally understood why Bai Ge had gone home. He had gone to get rice!

Although Tang San's family were blacksmiths and should, in theory, have been fairly well-off, his father Tang Hao was hopelessly addicted to alcohol and always spent the money he earned on liquor. As a result, their household was constantly short on money and often ran out of food.

Whenever that happened, Grandpa Jack would provide them with rice.

Grandpa Jack had visited him a few days ago. He must have noticed that there was no rice left at home and guessed that Tang Hao would not take the initiative to buy any.

And even after leaving, Grandpa Jack had not forgotten to have someone bring rice over. Tang San was truly moved.

In this world, aside from his father, Grandpa Jack, the village chief, was the person who cared most about him.

"Thank you so much, Bai Ge. And Grandpa Jack too!"

Clenching his fists, Tang San lowered his head and spoke with a choked voice.

"What are you thanking me for? Aren't we good brothers? As for my grandpa, I'll pass your thanks on to him!"

Hearing Tang San's words, Bai Ge could not help but smile as he patted Tang San on the shoulder.

Although Bai Ge had deliberately approached Tang San at the beginning, after playing together for so many years, the two had long since formed a deep friendship.

"Mm. I'll help you."

After calming down, Tang San helped Bai Ge carry the rice inside.

Tang San's house was a standard blacksmith's home, divided into an inner and outer room. The inner room, farther inside, was small and served as a bedroom, while the outer room was much larger and included the living room, kitchen, and forge.

After entering the house and putting the rice in the kitchen, Tang San led Bai Ge to sit at the dining table in the living room.

"Huh? Uncle Tang Hao still hasn't gotten up?"

After all that work, Bai Ge had yet to see Tang Hao, so he could not help asking.

"Mm. Dad drank yesterday, so he'll inevitably get up late today. I'll go call him."

Just as Tang San was about to get up and call him, Tang Hao emerged from the inner room.

"No need to call me. I'm already up."

Tang Hao waved his hand casually, yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and spoke.

"Hello, Uncle Tang Hao!"

Bai Ge politely greeted Tang Hao when he saw him.

Almost everyone in Sacred Soul Village looked down on Tang Hao, believing him to be a lazy, useless drunkard. But Bai Ge knew that this was a true powerhouse.

Therefore, Bai Ge had always treated Tang Hao with respect and courtesy since childhood.

Hearing Bai Ge's greeting, Tang Hao nodded faintly before heading outside to wash up.

Looking at Tang Hao's appearance—his robe full of holes and patches, his messy bird's-nest hair, and his greasy face—he looked like nothing more than a dispirited middle-aged man, completely unlike the Clear Sky Douluo who had once shaken the Douluo Continent!

Although this was not the first time Bai Ge had seen him, he still found it deeply moving.

After eating at Tang San's house, Bai Ge left for the time being.

Bai Ge knew that Tang San would soon have to help Tang Hao with the blacksmithing, while he himself planned to find a quiet, deserted place to collect his thoughts.

After all, if nothing unexpected happened, the Spirit Awakening would take place tomorrow.

At that moment, Bai Ge's feelings were complicated.

Just like that, the day quickly passed. After eating lunch at Tang San's house and telling Tang San that the Spirit Awakening ceremony might be held tomorrow, Bai Ge left.

At dusk, Grandpa Jack finally returned.

At home, Bai Ge had already prepared dinner.

That was right, Bai Ge could cook as well.

But aside from Grandpa Jack, no one in Sacred Soul Village knew about it.

Grandpa Jack felt there was no need to mention it, so he did not. As for Bai Ge, he had often gone to Tang San's house for free meals while Jack was away in order to get close to Tang San, so naturally, he could not say that he knew how to cook.

And Grandpa Jack used Bai Ge's frequent free meals at Tang San's house as an excuse to send rice to Tang San's family.

It had to be said that the well-behaved and sensible Tang San was truly popular in Sacred Soul Village, the complete opposite of Tang Hao.

"Bai Ge, the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City has informed us that they'll send someone tomorrow to hold the Spirit Awakening ceremony for our village. Get a good rest today. Tomorrow, you must do your best and try to awaken a good Martial Soul so you can become a Soul Master."

"Of course, if you can't become a Soul Master, Grandpa won't blame you. After all, that's fate. Grandpa isn't an unreasonable man."

By the end, Grandpa Jack could not help sighing.

Grandpa Jack's lifelong wish had always been for Sacred Soul Village to produce another Spirit Sage.

But after so many years, let alone a Spirit Sage, they had not produced even a single Soul Master. It was impossible for Grandpa Jack not to feel discouraged.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Sacred Soul Village will definitely produce a Soul Master this year!"

In response to Grandpa Jack's worries, Bai Ge could only comfort him like this.

But Bai Ge felt terrible inside as well.

The Spirit Awakening was tomorrow?

Please don't awaken some Martial Soul like a sickle or a Wooden Stick for me!

Of course, if he awakened something like a Death Scythe or a Golden Cudgel, Bai Ge would have no choice but to embrace it.

But that was unrealistic.

"I hope so. All right, get to bed early tonight. Don't wake up so early tomorrow either. Rest well and keep up your spirits."

Grandpa Jack could only shake his head at his grandson's words.

After dinner, Bai Ge lay in bed, unable to fall asleep because the Spirit Awakening would take place tomorrow. He could only stare blankly at the stars filling the night sky outside the window.

The Spirit Awakening was tomorrow. It was the moment that would decide his fate!

Didn't novels always say that transmigrators would have cheat abilities?

It's already been six years for me, yet I haven't even seen a shadow of mine.

My dear cheat ability, the Spirit Awakening is tomorrow! If you don't show up now, it'll be too late!

Staring at the night sky outside the window, Bai Ge clenched his fists and shouted inwardly.

As if answering Bai Ge's call, a strange voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Ding! System loading complete. The Myriad Worlds Lottery System has been activated. Would you like to bind it?"