Bell of the Departed, Obtain Electrolux at His Peak!

"Electrolux?!"

Su Chen stared at the name popping up on the simulator, his pupils constricting sharply.

"Three simulations in, and I've finally blasted this big shot out!"

This was the Scourge of the Undead, the Necromancer Saint himself! Now, the game was starting to get interesting...

[You are ecstatic; this is exactly what you needed!]

[Although the Electrolux before you is merely a remnant soul, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Once your martial soul, the Bell of the Departed, successfully records his aura, it means you will possess a summonable—god-level thug!]

[And, one with the combat power of the Necromancer Saint at his peak!]

[Hesitation leads to defeat, but acting decisively leads to victory.]

[Without a moment's hesitation, you manipulate your martial soul, carefully carving off an insignificant fragment of soul from the edge of Electrolux's slumbering consciousness.]

[To prevent this big shot from waking up in a foul mood, you had already prepared a "bribe."]

[You dumped a massive amount of soul-restoring treasures, piling them up in front of Electrolux.]

[These were all gifts from your cheap teacher Kong Deming, as well as the Sun Moon Imperial Family and Mingde Hall, intended to win you over. You originally thought they were just taking up space, but now they have become the perfect "tribute."]

[The slumbering Electrolux frowns slightly, vaguely sensing the disturbance to his soul.]

[But after feeling the rich, nourishing aura of the soul treasures surrounding him, the irritation he had just felt instantly dissipated.]

["You're a sensible kid."]

[Although these mortal items are a drop in the bucket for his recovery, this "filial piety" makes him turn a blind eye to your petty actions.]

[Recording successful!]

[Your Bell of the Departed trembles violently, and a gray god-ring fades into it.]

[You have successfully mastered god-level combat power!]

[However, you are well aware that this power is a nuclear weapon and cannot be used lightly.]

[After all, the "Blue-Haired God King" Tang San, who loves to spy, is watching Douluo Continent; if he notices, you would likely drop dead on the spot.]

[But, not being able to use it doesn't mean you can't use it to scheme against others.]

[A brilliant idea strikes you, and you come up with a perfect plan—entrapment!]

[Since those evil soul masters from the Holy Spirit Cult are eyeing you, a genius, why not use that to lure them out and kill them?]

[Turning evil soul masters into undead creatures—what do you call that? That's called "fighting fire with fire," that's called environmental protection!]

[Action speaks louder than words!]

[In the following days, you begin to leave Ming Capital frequently, wandering around the outskirts and even deliberately exposing flaws by traveling alone.]

[Your demeanor is practically screaming: "I'm a genius, I'm rich and naive, come and catch me!"]

[Sure enough, a dog can't change its habit of eating dung.]

[The Holy Spirit Cult finally can't hold back anymore.]

[Jiamian Douluo and Tianwu Douluo, who had been lurking outside Ming Capital for a month, are overjoyed to see you appear in the wilderness all by yourself.]

["Hehehe! This brat finally came out! Heaven is truly helping me!"]

[The two Title Douluo block your path from front and back, instantly cutting off your retreat.]

[Looking at these two "high-level materials" delivered to your doorstep, you are also happy.]

["Finally... I can let my martial soul have a good meal."]

[A cruel curve hooks at the corner of your mouth.]

[Quick battle, quick decision! You must not give the God Realm time to react!]

["Come forth, Electrolux!"]

[BOOM—!]

[The heavens and earth change color! A terrifying aura of death that makes the soul tremble descends instantly, the surrounding temperature plummeting to freezing, as if the gates of the underworld had been forcibly pried open!]

[The sinister grins on the faces of Jiamian and Tianwu Douluo instantly freeze.]

[They discover in horror that their proud evil soul power is like an ant meeting a dragon in the face of this aura, trembling uncontrollably!]

["What... what kind of monster is this?!"]

[Run!]

[Without a shred of hesitation, the two Title Douluo turn and flee! They wish their parents had given them more legs!]

[To hesitate for even a second would be a disrespect to their own lives!]

[Unfortunately, it is too late.]

[A gray light flashes, like the swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe.]

[No flashy soul skill collisions, only pure soul annihilation!]

[Thump! Thump!]

[Two perfectly intact bodies collapsed heavily to the ground; their souls had been completely obliterated by Electrolux in an instant.]

[Retrieve!]

[With quick eyes and swift hands, you immediately manipulated the Bell of the Departed to store these two Title Douluo-level corpses, converting them into your undead puppets.]

[From summoning to completion, the entire process took less than three seconds!]

[Smooth and fluid, done in one go!]

[In just two and a half seconds, you successfully acquired two gold-medal Title Douluo henchmen!]

[Looking at the two puppets exuding powerful auras within the Bell of the Departed, you sighed, "Thank you, Mother Nature, for the gift."]

[Having finished the job, you brushed off your sleeves and left, hiding your merit and fame.]

[After cleaning up the scene, you returned to your residence as if nothing had happened, undetected by anyone.]

[In the dead of night, you activated your first soul skill—Soul Plunder.]

[The memory fragments of the two evil soul masters, Jiamian and Tianwu Douluo, surged into your mind like a tidal wave.]

[Soon, deep within their chaotic and bloody memories, you unearthed a shocking secret!]

[The coordinates of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters!]

[Looking at that location in your mind, your Adam's apple couldn't help but bob.]

[That wasn't just the base of an evil cult; in your eyes, it was clearly a buffet filled with experience points and top-tier martial souls!]

[The Holy Spirit Cult is teeming with Title Douluos; if you could "digest" them all...]

[You couldn't even imagine how beautiful that scene would be!]

[But soon, reason overcame greed.]

[You looked at your current strength—a level 42 soul sect.]

[Although your combat power far exceeds those of your rank, charging into the dragon's den of the Holy Spirit Cult, which is guarded by a Limit Douluo, would be no different from delivering takeout.]

["Patience is a virtue; the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."]

[You forcibly suppressed the restlessness in your heart, deciding to list these coordinates as a "future dungeon to farm," waiting until your strength was sufficient to harvest them.]

[You must eat one bite at a time; you must kill one person at a time.]

[Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, you were thirteen.]

[This year, you lived a fulfilling life, but you were also quite "distressed."]

[Because you discovered that your cultivation speed was "slow" to an outrageous degree—in a whole year, you had only increased by 7 levels!]

[You are now merely a level 49 soul sect.]

[If this inner thought were heard by outsiders, they would likely be so angry they'd vomit three liters of blood on the spot.]

[7 levels in a year? And at the soul sect stage? You call this slow? Do you even want others to live!]

[Just as you were sighing and lamenting about "leveling up too slowly," a fragrant breeze drifted over.]

[Meng Hongchen came to your door with a beaming smile.]

[The young girl, with her bright eyes and white teeth, looked at you with a hint of anticipation: "Su Chen, we are leaving in a few days for Xingluo City to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament. Grandfather specifically named you as the captain of the reserve team. Are you going?"]

["Go! Of course I'm going!"]

[You didn't even think about it, agreeing immediately.]

[Your eyes lit up instantly.]

[Staying in the Sun Moon Empire for this past year, you had already plucked the wool off everything you could, and resources were becoming extremely scarce.]

[And the Elite Tournament gathers the elite geniuses from the entire continent; is that a competition venue? That is clearly a vegetable garden filled with crop after crop of fresh "leeks"!]

[The three empires of Douluo, your emperor (the harvester) has returned!]