Fallen Angel

"Hiss—my head hurts."

Lin Feng rubbed his temples and sat up, a tide of memories belonging to the original owner flooding into his mind.

A few seconds later, his handsome face, which had been filled with confusion, instantly twisted into the expression of a bewildered old man staring at a smartphone.

"What do you mean I transmigrated into Qian Xunji?"

Lin Feng—no, he should be called Qian Xunji now—leaped off the bed and walked over to the floor-length bronze mirror.

The person in the mirror had golden hair draped over his shoulders and a handsome face.

His entire being radiated a sacred, inviolable, and imposing handsomeness (not really), But right now, he just wanted to curse.

As a veteran reader who had devoured Douluo Continent in his past life, he knew all too well what kind of wretched disaster Qian Xunji was.

This was the man universally recognized in Douluo Continent as the "Secret Room Douluo."

He was a stepping stone for the protagonist, or rather, even for the protagonist's father.

In the end, not only was he hammered into critical condition by Tang Hao, but he was also devoured alive by his own beloved disciple, Bibi Dong.

What a peerless, tragic fool...

[Ding! Detected intense emotional fluctuations from the transmigrator host. The 'Plot Subversion System' is officially activated.]

A crisp, mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

Qian Xunji's eyes lit up.

"A golden finger? A system? Tell me quickly, what is the timeline? Where is my rebellious disciple Bibi Dong in which secret room... pfft, in which bedchamber?"

He had just transmigrated and his memories weren't fully integrated, so the system arrived just as he was figuring out where he was.

[Replying to host: The current timeline is very early, Douluo Calendar year 2605. Bibi Dong is still just a little girl at this time, yet to be discovered and brought back to Martial Soul Hall.]

"Phew—" Qian Xunji breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good. As long as the secret room plot hasn't started yet, my life is considered saved."

[This system is the 'Plot Subversion System.' As long as the host changes, disrupts, or subverts the original plot, you will receive generous rewards.]

[Note: When the host's accumulated subversion points reach their peak, the ultimate reward will be—beyond the rank of God King. The specific degree depends on the host's own actions and fortune. The host will not need to inherit any predecessor's divinity; you will become a god directly and condense your own unique godhood.]

"Self-created godhood?"

He really didn't care for the Angel God's trashy first-tier god position.

The most heaven-defying part was that the original body's talent wasn't even enough to trigger the Angel God trials.

[Ding! Detected that the host has bound to the system for the first time. Issuing the Newbie Gift Pack. Do you wish to open it?]

"Open, open, open! Right now, immediately!"

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: One God-Level Martial Soul Mutation Card. (After use, it can forcibly increase the current martial soul's grade and break the limitations of the Douluo Continent plane!)]

Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

Although the original owner's Six-Winged Angel was called a god-level martial soul, the talent was insufficient.

It was probably at the level of the sewer beneath the floor tiles of the basement among all Six-Winged Angels.

"System, use the God-Level Martial Soul Mutation Card."

[Martial soul mutation beginning—aura concealment automatically activated.]

Boom—

In an instant, Qian Xunji felt the originally pure and sacred golden soul power within his body churning violently like boiling water.

He threw his arms wide open, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his back as three pairs of snow-white wings tore through his skin.

However, in the next second, a mutation occurred.

Within the originally sacred golden light, a strand of darkness so deep it reached the extreme suddenly seeped out.

This blackness was like a black hole, instantly devouring all the sacred aura.

The snow-white wings began to be dyed a dark, ink-like gold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the edges of the feathers flickered with a heart-stopping light of annihilation.

Not only that, but beneath the original three pairs of wings, a "rip" sound of flesh tearing echoed, and three more pairs of brand-new wings grew out frantically!

Six wings... eight wings... ten wings... twelve wings!

Twelve dark-gold and black wings fully unfurled within the spacious bedchamber.

[Martial soul mutation successful.]

[Congratulations to the host, your 'Six-Winged Angel' has awakened and evolved into a super-god-level martial soul—'Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel'.] [Comes with the three attributes of Extreme Darkness, Extreme Judgment, and Extreme Devouring, crushing all martial souls in the current world.]

Qian Xunji felt the explosive and terrifying power within his body and slowly opened his eyes.

He casually flexed his wrists, feeling the thunderous cracking of his bones, and a wildly arrogant, quintessential villainous smirk curled his lips.

Hehehe...

Feeling his own soul power, Level eighty-nine!

"Not bad, still have one soul ring slot left."

Although his soul power level remained at eighty-nine, his potential and talent were no longer what they once were.

As for his previous soul rings, With this system, soul rings were naturally not a problem, As long as... he subverted the plot.

"Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel? I like that name."

Qian Xunji walked to the window and looked down at the towering Martial Soul City below.

Since I am now Qian Xunji, then all those stifling plot points from the original work can go to hell.

[Host's Martial Soul Evolution detected. Releasing main subversion mission: Immortal Herbs]

[Mission Content: Head to the Sunset Forest and intercept the immortal herbs within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well! Sever the greatest opportunity of the original protagonist group.]

[Mission Reward: One Adaptive God-Given Soul Ring (will generate the most perfect soul ring based on the host's current Martial Soul attributes and physical tolerance limits), Primary Soul Tool Technology Compendium (includes blueprints for level 1-3 soul tools and core array engraving methods).]

Hearing these generous rewards, Qian Xunji gasped, his eyes instantly turning fiery.

"An adaptive soul ring?

It sounds like a God-Given Soul Ring, which is perfect for me.

And this primary soul tool technology is a massive trump card."

Having read the original work thoroughly, he knew all too well:

In the era of the first Douluo Continent, soul tool technology was almost completely extinct.

Even a simple storage soul tool was treated like a family heirloom.

If Martial Soul Hall could master soul tool technology in advance, Even if it were just low-end level 1 to 3 gear, arming a Soul Tool Knight Order... the thought was beautiful.

It would be a dimensionality-reduction strike against the two great empires and the Upper Three Sects.

"Sunset Forest... calculating the time, at this point, that old poison-master Dugu Bo is probably still a small fry, He might even just be a Soul Saint. The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well is likely ownerless right now."

Qian Xunji rubbed his chin and walked to the floor-length mirror, only to freeze.

The man in the mirror was still devastatingly handsome, but his original long golden hair had faded from root to tip, turning into a mane of pale white.

Not only that, but his entire aura had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

The original holy, gentle, and compassionate aura of the Pope had vanished, Replaced by a cold, profound, and even slightly wicked aura of sin.

"White hair? A side effect of the Fallen Angel?"

Qian Xunji raised an eyebrow and reached out to brush a lock of white hair.

"But honestly, it looks much better than that golden hair; it has more of that villainous flavor."

Since he had to go to the Sunset Forest, he needed to bring a reliable thug to ensure nothing went wrong.

Although his Martial Soul had evolved, he had just transmigrated and wasn't yet fully proficient in controlling this power.

Thinking of this, Qian Xunji pushed open the doors of his bedchamber, And walked straight toward the deepest and most authoritative place in Martial Soul Hall—the Elder Hall, To go see the old man.