So I've Transmigrated?

Under the large tree in front of the Holy Soul Village chief's home sat a child of about three, his eyes dull and his whole body dazed. He kept repeating the same words: "I transmigrated! I actually transmigrated! I fucking transmigrated!"

My name was Jerry. I was twenty-three years old and an orphan.

The director of the orphanage gave me my name. Tom and Jerry was hugely popular at the time, and Jerry, the mouse in the cartoon, was clever. Since I was quick-witted too, the old director copied the name directly. There was also a rather dim child, and the old director named him Tom.

Over the past twenty-three years, this name had gotten me teased more times than I could count!

I had just graduated this year and found a job at a milk tea shop. I was supposed to start tomorrow.

If nothing unexpected happened, my days would consist of making milk tea and looking at all the pretty girls who came to buy it. A happy life was waiting for me—yet something unexpected actually happened!

Knowing I had work the next day, I couldn't sleep that night. I found a Douluo fanfic power fantasy novel in bed, read it with great delight, and then fell asleep!

When I woke up again, I had transmigrated. I actually transmigrated. I fucking transmigrated! Why...

When I woke up, I was lying on a tattered bed. The room contained only a very old table and two stools. The door was wooden, the kind of door you would see in the fifties or sixties, and farming tools were stacked behind it.

No way! I actually transmigrated into the old days!

I hurried outside. Before me was a run-down little village. There was an enormous tree at the entrance, with stone tables and chairs beneath it, devoid of any elaborate carvings.

Sigh! I walked over and sat beside the stone table. As I looked at the shabby village, a sharp pain suddenly pierced my head. Countless memories surfaced in my mind—the memories of a child. He was also named Jerry. His parents had already been gone for as long as he could remember. He still had a grandpa, Jack, the Village Chief of Holy Soul Village. Everyone in the village called him Old Jack.

So this was Soul Transmigration, and I had even taken over a child's body.

Who brought me here? Would reincarnation have killed them? Taking over a dead person's body would have been tolerable, but they actually made me take over a child's body. That was downright immoral!

After receiving the child's memories, Jerry finally learned where he was. This was Douluo Continent. Jerry broke down.

This was Douluo? I just read a novel! I just fantasized a little about the beautiful women of Douluo! Why did that get me transmigrated here?

This was Douluo! There were Soul Masters here, and nobles. Those nobles didn't even treat commoners like people. It was far too dangerous. I want to go back. I'll never stay up late reading novels again!

Yet nothing happened. Right, transmigrators all had cheat abilities. At that thought, Jerry was overjoyed!

Hahahaha, I can't go back? Then let Douluo Continent tremble! Douluo Continent, wait for me!

Overthrow the Two Great Empires, bring down Spirit Hall, bring down the Clear Sky Sect, bring down the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, bring down the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

Steal Xiao Wu, steal Zhu Zhuqing, steal...

Snatch Immortal Herbs, torment Tang San, destroy Tang Hao. Kill anyone who stands in my way, slay any god who blocks my path...

Hahaha...

System, come out.

Cheat ability, come out.

Open the status panel.

System fairy, come out.

Load the system.

An hour passed. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing happened!

No... where is the system? Hurry up and come out!

No way, no way, I don't have a system!

How the hell am I supposed to play this? How am I supposed to survive?!

No, maybe I just haven't awakened my Martial Soul yet. In many fanfics, the system only activates when the Martial Soul awakens. I'm only three years old now. I transmigrated too early! In another three years, it'll be fine. I have to stay steady, stay steady and don't get reckless. Since I came here three years early, I can make some preparations in advance. Thinking this, Jerry felt much more at ease!

There are benefits to arriving early. I can train my body in advance. Others might not know, but how could Jerry not know? Training early is completely viable. Training requires meat, and food containing Soul Power would be best. Thinking back, Old Jack only made a meat meal about once a month, and it was always ordinary meat. Soul Beast meat would be even better!

That's too little. I have to think of something. Right, there's a waterfall on the Back Mountain, and a river below it. There should be plenty of fish, right? After all, according to my memories, no one in the village knows how to fish, so the fish resources should be quite abundant. No one has caught them for all these years. As a seasoned Fisherman, how could I possibly go without fish to eat?

On Douluo Continent, Body Strength is very important. It's just that there's a lack of proper training methods. Like Master Yu Xiaogang's instruction at Shrek Academy—running, carrying rocks—it was far too crude and couldn't even be considered scientific training. If Soul Masters in this world weren't so strong, he'd probably train them into muscle strains, dehydration, exhaustion, and all sorts of other problems.

Luckily, I often browsed Douyin and watched plenty of fitness videos, so I knew quite a few scientific training methods. Aside from basic running, planks, Sit-ups, Push-ups, and so on, many exercises required equipment to assist with training.

Uncle Tang Hao, it looks like I'll need your help!

But I have nothing right now. How can I get Tang Hao to make tools for me? That's a problem. It seems I need to gather some supplies first, then trade them to him.

Right, Soul Masters are the mainstream on Douluo Continent. Without Soul Power, one cannot cultivate. According to my memories, Grandpa, Dad, and Mom were all ordinary people.

I can't be that unlucky, can I? Since I've transmigrated here anyway, I can go see Tang San and see whether I can trick him into revealing his cultivation method. If I can't trick it out of him, then I'll have to train even harder.

After all, I'm a Modern Person without any martial arts. Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill may be trash when viewed across the span of history, but it's still a cultivation method. It can be cultivated even before awakening, and it can even produce Innate Full Soul Power!

At that thought, a glimmer of light flashed in Jerry's eyes. He acted as soon as he decided.

He took a turn around the village to familiarize himself with it. The adults were farming in the fields, while the children played everywhere.

The farming methods were primitive, with hoes, shovels, and the like still in use.

A few people had Martial Souls such as hoes and shovels, and they worked incredibly fast. The others were not so fortunate.

Honestly, even a random mountain village in the modern world would be better than this place!

He arrived at the legendary blacksmith shop. A burly, unkempt man with a scraggly beard lay in a chair by the entrance, holding a bottle of cheap ale in his hand, his eyes unfocused. This had to be Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo! How utterly decadent!

He would need this man's help in the future. It was fine if Tang Hao was decadent; it would make it easier to negotiate when asking him to forge tools later. If he lacked nothing, Jerry really would have no way to deal with him!

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