Yan Awakens

"Boom~~~"

Inside the guest room, the blood-red claws struck layer upon layer of earthen-yellow barriers, instantly triggering a violent explosion of energy. Bart, glowing with earthen-yellow light, was sent flying. With a bang, he smashed through the wall and collapsed in the corridor, motionless, his fate unknown.

The Primordial Strike unleashed by Lycett reached Rassoul at that moment. The latter suddenly spread the bat-like wings on his back, and countless claw shadows burst forth from his sharp talons.

The red on each of his claws suddenly drew inward for an instant, followed by foot-long blades springing from them. They collided repeatedly with the slash. Amid a series of dense roars, the pale-purple air blade was eventually ground away completely.

Only then did Lycett realize that his companion had been knocked away. The curved blade in his palm flashed again, and his white and yellow soul rings were about to light up when a blood-red claw had already arrived before his eyes.

Rassoul suddenly let out a piercing shriek, and the first soul ring on his body flared brightly. Lycett and Miss Liya, who had been turning to flee, both stiffened for a moment, halted by that shriek.

"I was only playing with you just now. Did you really think the likes of you could stop me?"

Seizing the chance, Rassoul locked his claw around Lycett's neck and lifted him up. Then he looked toward Miss Liya, who had already reached the doorway, and sneered. "Don't move. If you run, he'll..."

Miss Liya's delicate body trembled, but in that split second, she made the correct decision. She grabbed the door panel and flung it backward, then sped up and sprinted toward the end of the inn corridor.

Though she had come from an academy, she knew not to hesitate at a crucial moment. If she too was captured, then the sacrifices of the two uncles would become meaningless. As long as she escaped the corridor, she could fly into the sky and rush into town for help as quickly as possible.

"Why must you make me waste my soul skill?"

Rassoul casually tossed aside Lycett, who had lost all ability to resist, then shot forward as swiftly as Guimei. At the same time, his fourth soul ring abruptly lit up.

The deep-purple soul ring pulsed with light. A cloud of black mist erupted forth, accompanied by a shrill scream that swept through the entire inn. Liya, who had been preparing to flee, felt her body tremble and her head grow heavy. Then she saw that disgusting smiling face right before her.

"Little beauty, I came all this way just for you. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Black mist and red light swirled around Rassoul. The two energies rapidly drew closer and spread over Liya's body as well. Before long, she lost the ability to resist and could only watch as the man carried her back into the room.

Rassoul carried Liya back to the guest room and leaned down to sniff at her neck. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. A virgin's scent really is different. Tonight truly is my lucky day."

Inside and outside the guest room, the two men—one in the corridor and one in the room—were both in terrible condition. However, Lycett had not yet passed out. Seeing Liya captured and brought back by Rassoul, he glared at him with such hatred that his eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

"What are you looking at?"

Rassoul showed him no courtesy, kicking him into the corner before carrying the stiff-bodied Liya toward the bedroom. "I have no interest in the blood of filthy men like you.

Tonight, with this little beauty and all these children, hehe, I can both feast my fill and enjoy myself. Spirit Hall, sooner or later, I'll make you pay an even greater price."

Rassoul impatiently kicked open the bedroom door and tossed Liya onto the large bed. He eagerly tore open his clothes, but failed to notice that among the children lying on the floor, one of them seemed to move.

Memories surged through Yan's mind like a tide. The pain in his head made him feel particularly awful. Then, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and doubt arose in his heart.

"Little Yan, this is for you."

"Yan? What kind of name is that? Isn't my name... Hiss... this hurts so much..."

"Beep, beep, beep... Intelligence Brain Dawn at your service..."

Two chaotic sets of memories collided without order, turning his mind upside down as countless streams of information crashed together and intertwined. Strange electronic sounds were mixed in as well, just as...

"Douluo Continent... Heaven Dou Empire... Spirit Hall... martial soul awakening... Flame Lord... orphan... Sister Liya... So, in this life, I am Yan..."

After Yan sorted through all his memories, he still felt groggy. However, once he had roughly organized the fragmented memories in his mind, he gained a general understanding of his current situation.

His name was now Yan. He was an orphan from the Silves Kingdom of the Heaven Dou Empire on Douluo Continent. When his martial soul awakened at the age of six, his talent had caught Spirit Hall's attention, and he had been taken in. Liya and the other two had brought him, along with a group of children, to Spirit Hall's junior academy.

This was the third day of their journey. Everyone had just finished dinner and was preparing to rest when they suddenly heard a strange sound. Then he seemed to black out and lose consciousness, only waking up now.

Having sorted out some of the basic information, Yan had no choice but to face his current dire situation. This young man raised under the red flag in a new era seemed to have transmigrated again, apparently into a novel world, becoming a supporting character with some minor role.

But it seemed that this was not merely apparent. Back when he read novels, he had never heard that this transmigrated minor character would face a life-or-death crisis in childhood.

Though he did not know why the current situation differed so greatly from what he remembered, Yan was not about to sit still and wait for death. He carefully moved his eyelids, opening them into a narrow slit as he observed his surroundings from the corner of his eye.

This was a hotel guest room with rather Western-style decor. Flames burned in the fireplace beside him, and a group of boys and girls who looked no older than six or seven lay collapsed around him. In the bedroom seven or eight meters away, he could vaguely see a man hurriedly stripping off his clothes.

From where Yan lay, the corner of his eye gave him a clear view of Liya lying on the bed, utterly unable to resist. Rage instantly surged into his heart, and an instinctive impulse nearly made him leap up and rush over to fight for her.

"Don't act rashly, don't act rashly..."

Yan hurriedly suppressed his movements, not daring to make too much noise. Though he had only just awakened, information from his distant memories confirmed the memories of this body, allowing him to understand many things—and to understand even more clearly the gap between himself and that man.

A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor—the level of strength from a novel he had once read—was at least three major realms above him.

A soul master at this level had long surpassed ordinary people. At the very least, he was not someone Yan could confront head-on with his tiny arms and legs. If he wanted to escape, or even save someone, he had to use his brain and find a way.