A Person is Fighting One, the System is Fighting Two! (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendation)

"System, I'll give you one more chance. What did you just say?"

[Host, please do not question this system's professionalism!

However, since you have asked, this system shall be merciful and state it once more.

The one opposite you is the God King Tang San, an expert in the Path of Seeking Death and one of the most dangerous individuals on the Douluo Continent. You must never provoke him!

Given the host's current level, this system suggests you immediately kneel and kowtow, shouting the name of the Sea God. Only then will you have a sliver of a chance at survival!

Do not harbor any delusions of luck. Once you die, this system will simply move on to bind with another person, but what you lose is your life!!!]

Facing the system's exceptionally grave tone, Qin Yun was certain that it was not joking.

However...

Nuoding City, Fasinuo Province.

Looking at the boy who looked like—no, who was quite literally—a country bumpkin entering the city.

At this moment, Tang San was trailing behind Old Jack with hesitant, small steps, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Regarding the system's warning, Qin Yun found it genuinely difficult to comprehend.

Being able to appear here, Qin Yun was undoubtedly a transmigrator.

As for the story of his transmigration, it could be summarized in three words:

Rain!

Road!

Truck!

Before he died while being used as a speed bump, the last thing he heard was a song about how we are all living life with all our might.

The past is like smoke; it is useless to dwell on it!

Afterward, with one blink, when he opened his eyes again, Qin Yun had already transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, becoming an infant whose parents were both deceased.

Fortunately, relying on the experience of his past life, even though he was young, he lived quite comfortably.

In terms of self-preservation, smokeless powder was indeed hard to come by, but as a high-level corporate slave with a background in science and engineering, Qin Yun understood the principles of sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal—plus a bit of sugar for that "Ivan" effect.

From his initial crude bombs and muskets to the barely passable thermal weaponry he possessed now.

Don't look at Qin Yun, who awakened an Eye Martial Soul, and only has the Innate Soul Power of six Yu Xiaogangs; in terms of sheer attack power, he could even solo a Soul King through a sneak attack.

This record is not an exaggeration, after all, the mechanical hidden weapon known as the Godly Zhuge Crossbow could instantly kill a fourth-ring Soul Ancestor.

Not to mention Qin Yun, who was currently holding a shotgun identical to a Terminator.

Back when he was drifting through the Soul Hunting Forest, the elusive Soul Beasts were indeed hard to fight, but fortunately, at a critical moment, Qin Yun learned how to fight people instead.

Ever since he took down a Soul King who had tried to molest him, Qin Yun had turned the tables and finally had a reason to celebrate.

Not only did he obtain the opponent's storage Soul Tool, but he also inherited the Soul King's entire fortune.

It could not compare to the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges that Gangzi gifted to Tang San, as Qin Yun's storage Soul Tool only had three cubic meters of space, used mostly for storing weapons and ammunition.

But as the estate of a Soul King, perhaps it was nothing in Martial Soul City, or even in Tiandou City.

Yet in a backwater place like Nuoding City, it was no exaggeration to say that he was quite well-off.

Becoming the local warlord of this county was absolutely no problem.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already spent quite a few Gold Soul Coins to purchase a large amount of low-grade Whale Rubber to improve his physical fitness, he would have even more liquid capital in his hands.

Ever since he secured his footing, another problem appeared before Qin Yun.

He was in Douluo; how should he develop?

If he had transmigrated as a member of a major faction—not even necessarily the Martial Soul Hall, or the Upper Three Sects, or the Lower Three Sects, but even just something like the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Relying on his foresight, while becoming a god might not be guaranteed, becoming a Titled Douluo before the age of fifty?

Qin Yun was not only confident, he was very confident!

However, having transmigrated as someone without power or backing—which was Qin Yun's current situation—his plan had to change slightly.

To be safe, it was better to join a team and become a god!

Although Tang San was a bit cold and thin-blooded, how should one put it? Most people were actually like that.

In fact, compared to some capitalist bosses of the future who only knew how to paint a pretty picture without ever intending to realize it, Tang San, who was willing to share the soup, was at least at a mid-level standard.

Since he was going to be a corporate slave anyway, what difference did it make where he worked?

"It's decided. Before Tang San is fully groomed by Gangzi, I will be the first to offer my allegiance!"

Once the plan was set, Qin Yun took action immediately.

The plan to purchase Whale Rubber and steadily improve his physical fitness could not stop.

The majority of the Gold Soul Coins from that unlucky Soul King were all used by Qin Yun to bolster his own strength.

Joining a team to become a god was stable, but one must be strong oneself to forge iron; otherwise, abandonment would be the only outcome!

Relying on the advantage of his foresight, combined with the accumulation of massive resources.

This is why Qin Yun, at only six years old, already stood nearly 1.6 meters tall, while his physical constitution had reached a terrifying three thousand jin!

Three thousand jin of raw arm strength—in any other fantasy world, such a level would naturally count for nothing, perhaps not even enough to leave the newbie village, let alone the Dharma-Ending World.

But here on the Douluo Continent, which could be called the bottom-tier of fantasy settings, it was more than enough!

After all, excluding the release of Soul Power, even the Limit Douluo Bo Saixi only possessed a physical constitution of one hundred thousand jin.

Besides this, Qin Yun had invested his remaining Gold Soul Coins into the only blacksmith shop in Nuoding City, becoming one of the silent shareholders by utilizing a special technique known as the "Flash Thunder Dart."

After all, as the son of Tang Ritian, when Tang San was on a work-study program, what else could he do besides smithing?

With the blacksmith shop as an industry, there was naturally no fear of failing to cross paths with Tang San.

However, just as Qin Yun thought everything was ready and he was only waiting for the east wind to blow.

The moment the six-year mark arrived and he finally laid eyes on Tang San, not only did his long-dormant system suddenly come online, but it also dropped a massive burden on him the second it appeared!

What use are you to me, you piece of trash!

[Audacious!]

[Detected that the host is full of doubt toward the system; it is necessary to let you witness true power!]

[Mission Issued: Wrath of the God King!]

[Approach within a hundred meters of the God King and withstand the pressure of the God King head-on for two and a half minutes to receive the reward!]

Qin Yun: "..."

What trash system—this system was truly marvelous!

Forget about Tang San in the God King era of the second installment; relying on the legacy of the Tang Sect, even if the other party grew for two more years, Qin Yun, possessing only physical constitution, might not even be his match.

But now...

Instead of kneeling to beg for mercy or hovering at the hundred-meter limit to endure the "Wrath of the God King," Qin Yun walked with a light, brisk pace directly toward Tang San and Old Jack.

"Old gentleman, you must be new students here to enroll at the Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy, right?"

Unlike the kindly Old Jack, Qin Yun saw Tang San's brows furrow as he guardedly raised his wrist.

Old Jack and Tang Hao might not know what was inside, but as a transmigrator, Qin Yun certainly did.

Tang Sect hidden weapon, the Silent Sleeve Arrow!

To avoid taking a direct hit from a sleeve arrow like a Mandala Snake, Qin Yun slightly flipped his hand while speaking, retrieving his Martial Soul Hall certificate from his Soul Tool.

Name: Qin Yun!

Martial Soul: Eye!

Innate Soul Power: Level 3!

Looking at the certificate that was identical to his own, Tang San's guard gradually began to relax.

An eye... can that really be a Martial Soul? But why is his Innate Soul Power so low?

Unlike Tang San's curiosity, in the span of this brief exchange, time ticked away second by second.

Two and a half minutes later!

[Time is up. The host not only withstood the pressure of the God King head-on but even breached the one-meter range, over-fulfilling the system mission. Reward: Perfect mastery of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record!]