Starting Off by Summoning Grey Wolf, This System Knows How to Play!

"Enough! I've had enough! This great king has truly had enough!"

"Bang!"

A pitch-black, impurity-ridden lump of iron was slammed hard against the ground, emitting a dull thud.

Grey Wolf, wearing a tattered grey fur coat patched all over and a ragged top hat on his head, was so furious that the fur all over his body stood on end. He pointed at the scrap metal and cursed.

"Qin Feng! Look! Look at this piece of junk! Do you even call this iron? Huh?! There are more impurities than iron! This kind of trash isn't even fit to make a frying pan for my wife, and you expect me to use it to build a precise soul beast trap... oh no, a soul beast trap? You are insulting the wisdom of the greatest scientist of the Wolf clan!"

Notting Academy, work-study student dormitory, in a dark and damp basement.

Qin Feng picked at his ear, long since accustomed to the rampaging "wolf" before him.

That's right, it was Grey Wolf.

The very same Grey Wolf who shouted "I will definitely be back!" every single day.

As a glorious transmigrator, Qin Feng had been on the Douluo Continent for six years. Along with him came a cheat code called the "Scientific Truth System."

The function of this system was simple and brutal.

In this fantasy world of the Douluo Continent, which emphasized martial souls, spirit rings, and spirit power, he was to popularize scientific knowledge and use scientific truth to crush everything!

As long as Qin Feng's actions could cause "shock" in others—whether it was amazement, horror, or fright—he could obtain "shock points."

Shock points could be used in the system store to exchange for various scientific knowledge, blueprints, materials, and even... summon scientists from other worlds as helpers.

And Grey Wolf was the first "top scientist" Qin Feng summoned using the beginner's gift pack provided by the system.

"Brother Wolf, Brother Wolf, calm down, calm down."

Qin Feng offered a fawning smile and handed over a carrot he had just "borrowed" from the cafeteria: "Here, moisten your throat. I know the conditions here are a bit tough, but we're just getting started, aren't we?"

Grey Wolf swatted the carrot away, his bean-sized eyes glaring at Qin Feng: "Don't try to fool me with this stuff! I, King Grey Wolf, am a carnivore! I want to eat sheep! At the very least, it has to be meat! You make me gnaw on carrots every day; I feel like my wolf nature is going to degenerate!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he kicked a crude device made of wood and hemp rope nearby.

"And this! A hand-cranked generator? My god! I use seventh-generation perpetual motion energy cores back at Wolf Castle! You want me to crank this here? I'd break my hands before I could even light up a fifty-watt bulb! It's shameful! Absolutely shameful!"

Qin Feng looked at his partner, who was on the verge of a breakdown, and felt a headache coming on.

You have the nerve to call yourself a carnivore? As if you ever actually ate a sheep back in the Pleasant Goat Plains world.

What could he do? He wanted to use high-tech too!

But the prices in the system store were ridiculously high.

[Blueprint for basic electrolytic saturated saline device: 100 shock points]
[Blast furnace ironmaking technology (introductory version): 300 shock points]
[Core principle of first-generation internal combustion engine: 800 shock points]
[Penicillin purification technology: 1500 shock points]
...

And his current shock point balance was a glaring "0."

"No shock points, no way to exchange for new blueprints and materials. No new things, no way to create a big scene. No big scene, no way to earn shock points..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself; it was a dead loop.

"No, I must break this deadlock!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the cramped basement.

"I must find an opportunity to pull off something big and harvest a huge amount of shock points!"

Grey Wolf snorted and sat to the side, sulking: "Pull off? How are you going to pull off anything? With this pile of scrap metal? Let me tell you, Qin Feng, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook a meal without rice. My great scientific inventions require precise instruments and high-quality materials! Not these wooden sticks of yours!"

Qin Feng ignored his complaints, his brain spinning rapidly.

To gain shock points, he had to subvert the perceptions of the natives of this world.

And what was the most deeply rooted perception in this world?

It was martial souls! It was spirit power! It was those seemingly miraculous, completely unreasonable spirit skills!

If... he could use the simplest "science" to achieve things that required spirit power or were only possible with specific martial souls, the shock it would cause would definitely be on a nuclear level!

"Got it!"

Qin Feng's footsteps stopped abruptly, his eyes flashing with the light of a "plan."

"Brother Wolf, stop being angry. I've thought of a great way to earn our first pot of gold!"

Grey Wolf glanced at him sideways and asked irritably: "What way? Are you going to catch a sheep for me?"

"Catching a sheep is boring." Qin Feng's mouth curled into a wide arc, "I'm going to take you to see a good show, a show... that will make us rich!"

As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the basement and rummaged through a pile of debris.

Grey Wolf curiously leaned over: "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for our first 'tool of the trade'."

Qin Feng quickly pulled a two-meter-long, arm-thick hardwood stick from the pile of junk and brought over a half-person-high, irregularly shaped stone.

He weighed the wooden stick in his hand, then tapped the stone, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

"These will do."

Grey Wolf's face collapsed instantly. He pointed at the wooden stick and the stone in disbelief, his voice cracking.

"Qin Feng! You're not joking, are you? The big show for getting rich that you talked about is just using a broken piece of wood and a rotten rock?!"

"You've lost it! You must be crazy! I'm not playing with you anymore! I'm going back to Wolf Castle! I can't stay here for even one more second!"

Grey Wolf felt that his scientific worldview had suffered an unprecedented insult.

He, the great inventor, was actually going to be reduced to associating with sticks and stones?

Qin Feng, however, gave a mysterious smile, patted Grey Wolf on the shoulder, and lowered his voice, speaking in a secretive tone: "Brother Wolf, believe it or not, with just these two things, we can make a group of self-righteous Spirit Masters drop their jaws and kneel down to call us 'daddy' in no time!"

"Besides, our first target has already appeared."

As he spoke, he pointed toward the direction of the basement's only ventilation shaft.

From there, faint exclamations and cheers drifted in, mixed with the clear, sharp shout of a young boy.

"Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!"

Hearing those four words, Qin Feng's smile grew even brighter.

He knew the show was about to begin.

And the protagonist was none other than that genius hailed as a once-in-a-century talent, the one who possessed Twin Martial Souls, Tang San!

"Let's go, Brother Wolf, let's go watch the show! And while we're at it... harvest a crop of leeks!"

Qin Feng pulled the still-dazed Grey Wolf up, pushed open the secret door leading to the dormitory, and headed toward the lively training ground outside.

In his mind, the mechanical voice of the Scientific Truth System rang out.

[Ding! Detected that the host has locked onto a "key plot character"—Tang San!]

[The target character's current behavior is causing small-scale shock; judged as a "low-value" event.]

[Newbie tutorial mission issued: Please use scientific truth to create a "dimensional strike" level event in front of the key plot character Tang San and harvest your first batch of shock points!]

[Mission Reward: One Newbie Gift Pack, 500 shock points!]

Qin Feng's breathing hitched slightly.

500 points!

That was enough to exchange for blast furnace iron-smelting technology and an electrolysis device!

"Tang San, oh Tang San, you'd better not let me down."