I Kidnapped the Entire Douluo Star (Cheat, Come On!) Please Keep Reading

I Kidnapped the Entire Douluo Star (Cheat, Come On!) Please Keep Reading

After leaving home, he headed toward Notting Academy. The academy was close to his house, less than a ten-minute walk away, and both were located in the western part of Notting City.

More precisely, the western district of Notting City was where nobles and Soul Masters lived. Spirit Hall stood at the edge of this district as well. Aside from a few shops, commoners rarely came here.

Along the way, Han Li continuously nodded and exchanged greetings with the people he met. To him, none of the people here were strangers, and he himself was considered part of Notting City's upper class.

Though his martial soul had yet to awaken, his status was more than prestigious enough in this border town.

His parents had died while clearing out Fallen Soul Masters. After their deaths, the Heaven Dou Empire posthumously granted them titles, and the viscountcy naturally passed to him, their only son. Moreover, Notting City's lord had been his parents' friend during their lifetimes. After all, they had all been considered Notting City's "geniuses." City Lord Xiao's successful succession as city lord had also depended on his parents' support. In their youth, they had traveled and fought together, forging a deep friendship.

As for Spirit Hall, Ma Xiunuo had been his parents' introductory mentor and the one who awakened their martial souls. Su Yuntao had personally had his martial soul awakened by his parents, and Han Li himself was the son of Spirit Hall martyrs.

In Notting City, where the strongest Soul Master was only a level 41 Soul Ancestor, he could practically swagger wherever he pleased, save for having no connection to the dean of Notting Academy.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he arrived at Notting Academy's entrance in less than ten minutes. Its arched gate, over twenty meters wide and more than ten meters tall, was a rare sight even in all of Notting City. He stopped, hardly unfamiliar with this place after having visited it many times before.

"Well, if it isn't Young Master Han! I heard magpies singing early this morning, and now I know why. Are you going in? I'll open the gate for you right away."

A somewhat fawning voice came from the side. Han Li turned and saw the gatekeeper of Notting Academy jogging over, stopping three meters away from him. The wrinkles on his face had crinkled with his smile.

"No need. It's just the first day of school, so I came by to take a look. I might be attending before long as well. By the way, has no one come to register yet?"

One did not slap a smiling face. Han Li had long grown accustomed to the man's attitude; this was not their first interaction.

"In reply to Young Master Han, according to past custom, the Soul Master lords in the city probably won't come until the afternoon. As for those stinking beggars from outside the city, they're probably still on the road. They won't arrive before nine-thirty, at the earliest." Seeing that Han Li had asked him a question, the gatekeeper unconsciously raised his voice. His words were filled with contempt for students from work-study backgrounds.

Han Li understood what he meant and could not help sighing inwardly. Discrimination in this other world was even more obvious than in his previous life, and he now stood at the top of that chain.

"Be careful saying things like that. You're not a Soul Master."

Han Li replied indifferently, then turned and walked toward a restaurant not far away.

"Young Master Han is right to reprimand me. I'll remember that."

The gatekeeper called after him loudly, afraid Han Li might not hear.

Only after Han Li disappeared into the restaurant did he straighten up and return to his post, muttering under his breath, "These lords really are hard to serve. They're just mud-legged peasants. So what if they're Soul Masters? I represent Notting Academy. It's not as if they can kill me. I shouted myself hoarse, and he didn't even give me a tip. Bah! He talks a good game, but if I don't squeeze money out of them, relying on flattering people like them, I won't even be able to afford wine."

After entering the restaurant, Han Li took Xiu'er straight to the second floor. He chose a seat by a window near the academy gate, ordered some pastries and tea, and fell into a daze.

He had confirmed the timeline two and a half years ago. Not long ago, he had even learned from Su Yuntao that a child in Holy Soul Village had awakened Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power. He and Tang San were the same age, though Han Li was a few months younger and had missed the group awakening period.

However, he did not need to go through that. He only needed to visit Spirit Hall on his birthday for his awakening. Overall, he would only be three months late, which was entirely acceptable. The only thing he worried about now was his martial soul.

He, Han Li, was a transmigrator without any obvious cheat.

Well, no obvious cheat. He had not come with a system or golden finger or anything of the sort.

Still, he was different from others in some ways. Thinking of the information he had received in a hazy manner after awakening his consciousness, the corners of his mouth could not help curling upward.

He had no cheat, but one had been activated—not by him, but by Douluo Star. Simply put, he was a Douluo 1 Huo Yuhao.

After he awakened the memories of his previous life, the Plane Consciousness had taken the initiative to approach him, leaving him greatly surprised.

If he remembered correctly, Douluo Star should not have developed consciousness at this point. Yet something this unbelievable had happened.

In short, the high-dimensional information carried by his soul during transmigration had stimulated the Plane Consciousness into awakening early. As a result, the still-nascent Plane Consciousness had bound itself to him ahead of time.

However, this also produced a consequence. He had become Douluo Star's sole candidate for ascension. If he became a god, the Douluo Plane would ascend with him. If he died, the Douluo Plane's consciousness would perish, never to have another chance at ascension.

Simply put, he had become Douluo Star's daddy. It was just that the Plane Consciousness was still weak and could only grow stronger as he did. On top of that, before the Plane Consciousness awakened, the Asura God had just tampered with the continent's destiny. This meant he could only be considered a budget version of Huo Yuhao for now.

Fortunately, he only needed to grow stronger step by step for the Plane Consciousness to grow with him and for destiny to flow back. He did not need to actively seize the artificially cultivated destiny Tang San would acquire later, as was written in other novels.

Through the Plane Consciousness, he had also learned a little about the changes in the God Realm. The divine sense originally cast toward this place had gone from one strand to several, and some of them were no weaker than the initial strand of divine sense.

For him, this was a good thing. Especially the Destruction God King, who wished wholeheartedly to strengthen the God Realm—he must have noticed this anomaly already.

Come to think of it, he had kidnapped the entire Douluo Star right from the start.

Hehehe, Destruction, you wouldn't want Douluo Star's ascension to fail either, would you?

Then I hereby declare that, starting today, Douluo Star shall be renamed Han Li Square.

At that thought, Han Li's smile widened further.

Though he thought this way, Han Li quickly calmed down again. As the inheritor of a name homophonous with a certain Heavenly Venerate's, he knew full well that only the one who laughed last was the true winner. As he was now, he clearly did not yet have that qualification.

Lying low—scratch that—seeking speed while maintaining stability was the path he should follow. As for Tang San, that was not something he needed to consider right now.

"Young Master, someone's gone over. Registration should be starting," Xiu'er softly reminded him from beside him, interrupting Han Li's thoughts.

"Mm."

Han Li answered casually and turned to look toward the academy gate.

There, he saw the gatekeeper stop an old man and a child, speaking to them with an arrogant expression.

Not far away, a familiar little crew cut had appeared in the same spot during this year's enrollment season, watching the situation as well.

Han Li lightly sipped the tea, which had already gone cold. His expression did not change in the slightest, but his eyes narrowed a little.

Hello, Tang San.

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Since this is a Douluo fanfiction, I'll post for a few days before asking the editor to sign me.