Omni-Verse System

Brain storage—come back and collect it when the story ends. Don't worry, I won't lose it for you!

Nolan Village was such a tiny place that you could not even pick it out on Nuoding Town's map.

All year round, the villagers looked forward to this one day—the day Lord Soul Master from Spirit Hall came to awaken the martial souls of the six-year-old children.

At that moment, the dilapidated stone house at the village entrance was packed tight with villagers young and old.

Several little children who understood nothing were tightly gripped by adults' rough hands, their little faces filled with both curiosity and fear.

They only remembered their parents repeating over and over:

Today!

Would be their chance to change their fate.

"Change their fate?"

At the very back of the crowd, a black-haired little boy curled his lips faintly, wearing an indescribable expression.

His name was Duanmu Ci.

His body was indeed six years old, but the "core" inside had already rolled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood several times over.

Douluo Continent?

Divine King Tang's personal playground for showing off?

If the system had not ambushed him, how could he possibly have come here?

His first transmigration had been to the Naruto World.

Back then, he had not yet possessed a system, and wars in the Shinobi World were as commonplace as eating.

The key was that overpowered freaks ran everywhere, and there was even some unlucky thing called Black Zetsu that had spent a thousand years looking for his mother.

He had started out as a war orphan in Konoha, with no bloodline and no backing—utterly alone.

His parents had died near the end of the Third Shinobi War, leaving him with only the most basic Chakra Refinement Technique and Three Body Techniques.

To survive, to grow stronger, to avoid being crushed like an ant beneath someone's foot, he had risked everything.

He had befriended Might Guy and Rock Lee, desperately training the Eight Inner Gates until he broke bones and tore tendons countless times.

He had figured out Tree Climbing and Water Walking on his own, rubbing his hands swollen and raw before finally creating a Rasengan by hand.

He had chosen to throw in his lot with Orochimaru, gambling his life on injections of Hashirama Cells.

He had repeatedly danced at death's door, every cellular tear hurting so badly that he wanted to die.

At the Ninja Academy, he had taken a desperate risk and stolen Naruto's and Sasuke's cells.

He had reached for the powers of Asura and Indra, only to draw the endless pursuit of the Konoha Anbu.

If Orochimaru had not pulled him out at the last moment, he would have died without even ashes left behind.

By the time the Fourth Shinobi World War was about to begin, he had finally awakened the Rinnegan and mastered his own terrifying ocular technique—the Divine Authority of the State!

Relying on his spoiler advantage, he had devoured the Ten-Tails ahead of Obito, ascended to the top during the Fourth Shinobi World War, and become its greatest victor.

Every step of his journey had been taken along a blade's edge. One misstep, and he would have been shattered to pieces.

Duanmu Ci had carved out a bloody path through sheer ruthlessness—the determination that even in death, I will not be an ant.

After finally becoming a peerless Six Paths Level powerhouse, he had been sharpening his blades, ready to kill Black Zetsu first and eliminate future trouble forever, then storm the moon and seize the Tenseigan...

And then, at that very moment...

"System charging complete. Omni-Verse System activated."

A cold, emotionless voice rang out in his mind.

The vast Chakra within his body, boundless as an ocean, instantly lost control and was frantically sucked away by an irresistible force.

"Newcomer benefit activated. Transmigrating to the Douluo World. Preparing: 3... 2... 1..."

"Transmigration successful!"

Duanmu Ci: "???"

Before he could even curse, everything before his eyes went completely dark.

When he opened his eyes again, all he saw were two enormous, blurry faces. His entire body felt limp and weak, and he did not even have the strength to move a finger.

He had transmigrated again? And gained a system too?

The question was, had he agreed to this?

My empire I just conquered! My beauties!

Hinata, Sakura, Izumi, farewell. I had not even gotten the chance to cuddle up with you.

And now, he actually had to start all over again as a damned baby?

Deep within his consciousness, Duanmu Ci cursed the system's ancestors for eighteen generations, his resentment soaring to the heavens.

This was not over. If it did not give him a satisfactory explanation, he would slit his throat and start over immediately.

He was not bluffing. He really could do it. The enormous blow had left him wanting to give up entirely.

Perhaps the system also felt guilty, because it quickly stuffed him with a few "consolation prizes":

1. Rinnegan (activated simultaneously upon martial soul awakening).

2. Sage Body (activated simultaneously upon martial soul awakening).

3. Fusion of Chakra essence and Douluo Soul Power.

4. A complete package of all ninjutsu knowledge from the Naruto World.

This system only had the function of transmigration. Now that its energy had been exhausted by transporting him to the Douluo World, it had gone dormant again.

Traveling between worlds required absorbing Six Paths Level energy to activate it. Compared to Douluo, that meant at least divine power. In other words, he could only rely on himself in the early stages.

Fortunately, he had transmigrated to Douluo. If it had been some bizarre and terrifying world instead, he truly might have been finished.

Since he was already here, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

He had read the Douluo novel in his previous life as well. He still remembered the general plot, but he had long forgotten most of the details.

Before his transmigration, countless online readers had loved writing Douluo fanfiction. At first, they followed Tang San and praised him; later, it turned into tormenting Tang San.

Still, no one could be blamed for that. Tang San truly deserved it. If it were him, he would torment Tang San too.

Duanmu Ci shook his head and suppressed those chaotic thoughts. For now, he should focus on growing stronger.

Other people had Titled Douluo protecting them. It was too early to talk about such things now.

He opened the system's only function—a crude personal panel:

Name: Duanmu Ci

Level: 10 (Spirit Initiate)

Soul Power: Level 15

Soul Skills: Eight Inner Gates (Three Gates), Lightning Style: Cell Activation, Multiple Shadow Clone...

Bloodline Limits: Sage Body (Unawakened), Rinnegan (Unawakened)

Martial Soul: Demonic Statue of the Outer Path (Unawakened)

Today was the day he would awaken the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path as his martial soul.

He wondered what special effects the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path would possess after awakening.

After all, it was the source of Chakra, the ultimate end of everything in the Shinobi World. It surely could rival the existence of a Douluo Divine King.

This year, there were four children in Nolan Village awaiting martial soul awakening, including Duanmu Ci.

The first three were tested quickly: Blue Silver Grass, a fire poker, and a broken sickle. None of them possessed Soul Power.

"Next." Su Yuntao's voice carried a weary, formulaic exhaustion.

Duanmu Ci stepped forward and calmly entered the crude formation formed by six black stones.

As before, Su Yuntao placed his hand on the crystal ball and channeled Soul Power.

At once, three streams of Soul Power flowed through his body, warm and comforting.

One surged toward his right hand, one exploded directly within his body, and the last charged violently toward his eyes.

At the same time,

Su Yuntao's somewhat cloudy old eyes suddenly burst with sharp light.

He stared fixedly at the awakening light enveloping Duanmu Ci. That light was blindingly bright—brighter than all the previous children combined.