"Electrolux?!"
Su Chen stared at the name that had appeared on the simulator, his pupils contracting sharply.
"After three simulations, I finally managed to bring out this mighty figure!"
This was the Scourge of the Undead, the Holy Necromancer! Things were about to get interesting...
[You were ecstatic. This was just like having a pillow delivered the moment you felt sleepy!]
[Though the Electrolux before you was only a wisp of a remnant soul, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse.
If your Martial Soul, "Bell of the Departed," could successfully record his aura, it meant you would have a summonable—god-level fighter!]
[And one with the strength of the Holy Necromancer at his peak!]
[Hesitation meant defeat; decisiveness meant a free gift.]
[Without the slightest hesitation, you controlled your Martial Soul and carefully cut a tiny fragment of soul from the edge of Electrolux's sleeping consciousness.]
[To keep this big shot from waking up in a foul mood, you had prepared a "toll."]
[You pulled out a huge pile of precious treasures that could restore souls and stacked them in front of Electrolux.]
[They were all gifts from your cheap teacher, Kong Deming, the Sun Moon Imperial Family, and Mingde Hall, all trying to win you over.
You'd thought they were taking up space, but now they made the perfect "offering."]
[Electrolux's brow furrowed slightly in his sleep. He sensed a faint disturbance in his soul.]
[But when he felt the rich aura of soul-nourishing treasures around him, the irritation that had just begun to rise vanished instantly.]
["At least you know how to behave, kid."]
[These ordinary treasures were a drop in the bucket for his recovery, but your "filial piety" made him turn a blind eye to your little trick.]
[Recording successful!]
[Your "Bell of the Departed" trembled violently, and a gray divine ring faded into it.]
[You had successfully gained god-level combat power!]
[But you knew perfectly well that this power was a nuclear weapon. You couldn't use it lightly.]
[After all, the "blue-haired God King" Tang San, who loved spying on people, was keeping an eye on the Douluo Continent from the Divine Realm. If he noticed, you'd probably die on the spot.]
[But just because you couldn't use it didn't mean you couldn't use it to ambush people.]
[An idea struck you. You came up with the perfect plan—fishing enforcement!]
[Since those Evil Soul Masters from the Holy Spirit Cult had their eyes on you, the talented prodigy, why not use that to lure them out and kill them?]
[Turning Evil Soul Masters into undead creatures—what was that called? Fighting poison with poison. It was called recycling!]
[No sooner said than done!]
[In the days that followed, you began leaving Ming Capital frequently, wandering around the outskirts and even deliberately letting yourself be caught alone.]
[You might as well have had "I'm a prodigy, I'm loaded, and I'm an idiot—come grab me!" written across your face.]
[As expected, old habits died hard.]
[The Holy Spirit Cult finally couldn't hold back.]
[Jiamian Douluo and Tianwu Douluo had been lying in wait outside Ming Capital for a month. When they saw you alone in the wilderness, they were overjoyed.]
["Heh heh heh! The kid finally came out! Heaven is helping us!"]
[The two Titled Douluo blocked your escape route from either side in an instant.]
[Looking at the two "high-grade materials" who had practically delivered themselves to you, you grinned too.]
["At last... my Martial Soul can have a proper meal."]
[A cruel smile curled your lips.]
[Finish this quickly! You couldn't give the Divine Realm time to react!]
["Come forth, Electrolux!"]
[BOOM—!]
[The heavens and earth changed color! A terrifying aura of death that made souls tremble descended in an instant. The temperature plunged to freezing, as if the gates of the Underworld had been forced open!]
[Jiamian and Tianwu Douluo, who had been about to attack, froze mid-grin.]
[They were horrified to discover that their vaunted Evil Soul Power trembled before this aura like ants facing a dragon!]
["W-what the hell is that?!"]
[Run!]
[Without a moment's hesitation, the two Titled Douluo turned and fled, wishing they'd been born with two extra legs!]
[Hesitating for even a second would be disrespecting their own lives!]
[Unfortunately, it was too late.]
[A flash of gray light swept past, like the swing of Death's scythe.]
[There were no flashy clashes of Soul Skills, only the sheer annihilation of their souls!]
[Thud! Thud!]
[Two perfectly intact bodies hit the ground hard. Electrolux had annihilated their souls in an instant.]
[Collect!]
[Quick as a flash, you controlled the "Bell of the Departed," took possession of the two Titled Douluo's bodies, and converted them into your undead puppets.]
[From summoning Electrolux to the end, the whole thing took less than three seconds!]
[Seamless from start to finish!]
[In just two and a half seconds, you'd landed yourself two top-tier Titled Douluo lackeys!]
[Looking at the two puppets radiating powerful auras inside the Bell of the Departed, you sighed. "Thanks, nature."]
[You brushed off your clothes and left, hiding all traces of your deeds.]
[After cleaning up the scene, you returned to your lodgings as if nothing had happened, without anyone noticing.]
[In the dead of night, you activated your first Soul Skill—Soul Plunder.]
[Fragments of the memories belonging to Jiamian Douluo and Tianwu Douluo, the two Evil Soul Masters, poured into your mind like a tide.]
[Before long, you uncovered an earth-shattering secret in the depths of their chaotic, blood-soaked memories!]
[The coordinates of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters!]
[As you saw the location in your mind, your throat bobbed.]
[Was that really an evil cult's headquarters? In your eyes, it was clearly a buffet piled high with experience points and top-tier Martial Souls!]
[The Holy Spirit Cult had Titled Douluo everywhere. If you could "digest" them all...]
[You could barely imagine how beautiful that would be!]
[But soon, reason overcame greed.]
[You looked at your current strength—Level 42, a Soul Ancestor.]
[Though you were far stronger than others at the same level, charging into the Holy Spirit Cult's den, guarded by a Limit Douluo, would be no different from delivering takeout.]
["Hold back for now. The bigger the waves, the better the fish."]
[You forced down your restlessness and decided to mark the coordinates as a "must-clear dungeon for the future," returning to harvest it once you were strong enough.]
[You had to eat one bite at a time and kill one person at a time.]
[Time flew by, and before you knew it, you were thirteen.]
[That year was fulfilling, but it also left you "troubled."]
[You'd discovered that your cultivation speed was "painfully slow"—in an entire year, you'd only advanced seven levels!]
[Now, you were only a Level 49 Soul Ancestor.]
[If anyone else heard you say that, they'd probably spit up three mouthfuls of blood on the spot.]
[Seven levels in a year? At the Soul Ancestor stage, no less? You called that slow? How was anyone else supposed to live?]
[Just as you were sighing over your "slow leveling," a waft of fragrance drifted your way.]
[Meng Hongchen came by with a beaming smile.]
[The young woman had bright eyes and white teeth. She looked at you expectantly. "Su Chen, we're leaving for Xingluo City in a few days to compete in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament. Grandpa specifically named you captain of the reserve team. Are you going?"]
["Yes! Of course!"]
[You agreed without a second thought.]
[Your eyes lit up instantly.]
[After a year in the Sun Moon Empire, you'd nearly picked the place clean. Resources were extremely scarce.]
[But the Soul Fighting Tournament gathered the elite prodigies of the entire continent. Was it really a competition venue? It was a garden full of fresh "leeks," ready for a new harvest!]
[The Douluo Three Kingdoms—your emperor (the harvester) has returned!]
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