Custom Cheat

Wu Xing's eyes flew open. The back of his head had struck the hard ground, and he sucked in a sharp breath at the pain.

"What the hell? Where did I end up?"

"Wasn't I just hunched over my computer, rushing to finish a draft? How did I wake up out in the wilderness?"

Pushing himself upright, Wu Xing looked around in a daze.

Before him stretched a lush forest, the air fragrant with grass and trees. A quaint-looking city stood faintly in the distance, while strange birds whose names he couldn't begin to guess flitted overhead from time to time.

He rubbed his eyes, then pinched his thigh. The sharp pain shattered the last of his hope that he was dreaming.

This wasn't a dream. He really had ended up somewhere else!

A longtime webnovel addict and struggling author, Wu Xing's first thought was that he'd been transported to another world.

People got transported to another world every year. Had my turn finally come?

His mind raced through every sort of transmigration plot. Just as he was about to figure out which world he'd landed in, a voice without a hint of emotion suddenly rang out in his mind, saying exactly what he wanted to hear.

[Host detected awake and mentally stable. Compatibility with the transmigration plane: 100%. Blue Star Mother has specially sent a gift to her wandering children: exclusive Golden Finger activated.]

[Golden Finger type: Custom.]

[Custom rule: The host may freely set any of his own abilities, but must abide by the plane's fundamental laws.]

[Current plane: Douluo Continent.]

Wu Xing froze for a moment. Then his eyes widened, and he leaped three meters into the air.

He really did leap three meters, not just as an exaggeration.

A Custom Cheat?

He could set any ability of his own?

As long as he followed the plane's fundamental laws?

What kind of divine ability was this?!

Wu Xing had read hundreds upon hundreds of transmigration novels, and written more than a dozen himself. This was the first time he'd seen a Golden Finger this absurdly powerful.

Wasn't this the same as being his own Golden Finger? Whatever he imagined, he could get—as long as he didn't alter the plane's rules?

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Xing rubbed his hands together and silently tried a simple wish.

"Get me a bottle of ice-cold cola."

The next moment, a chilled bottle of cola appeared out of nowhere in his hand. It was cold to the touch, and the fizz crackled inside, just like the soda he drank while writing at home.

"Whoa, it really works!"

Wu Xing grinned, twisted off the cap, and took a long swig. The cold soda slid down his throat, and he felt refreshed from head to toe.

With this Golden Finger, how could he fail to survive on the Douluo Continent? Forget surviving—before long, he could probably do as he pleased.

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Xing set himself some basic abilities.

Ding: Three Lives Martial Souls setting failed.

Reason for failure: Incompatible with the plane's fundamental rules. The current plane is Douluo I.

"Huh?"

When the setting failed, Wu Xing was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't this the Douluo Continent? Didn't Huo Yuhao have Three Lives Martial Souls? How could that violate this world's rules?

But the moment he saw the reason for failure, he understood. So the Douluo I World and the Douluo II World didn't count as the same plane.

But if that was the case, how could he explain the ice-cold cola in his hand?

Ding: Ice-cold cola falls within the scope of the normal rules of the host's original world, Blue Star.

All right, he got it.

If Three Lives Martial Souls wouldn't work, Twin Martial Souls ought to be fine. After all, Bibi Dong and Tang San both had Twin Martial Souls in Douluo I.

Sure enough, after Wu Xing set himself to have Twin Martial Souls, the Golden Finger generated them without any further errors.

Martial Soul One: QSZ92 Pistol. (Can advance as Soul Power increases.)

Martial Soul Two: Wing Loong-1 drone. (Can advance as Soul Power increases.)

Innate Soul Power Level: 20.

That's right. Wu Xing hadn't set himself traditional Martial Souls from the Douluo World. If things from Blue Star were compatible with the rules, why settle for some crappy bicycle from Douluo?

He was a useless, struggling author who couldn't even jump half a meter in real life. In this fantasy world, where he could easily leap three meters and Hidden Weapons could slay gods, wouldn't modern firearms pierce through the Angel God and Rakshasa God's inheritors?

Just as his favorite line went: I bloom amid slaughter, like a flower at daybreak.

If the rules of Douluo I hadn't blocked Three Lives Martial Souls, he'd have equipped himself with weapons for land, sea, and air.

Once he'd settled his Martial Souls and Soul Power Level, Wu Xing felt energy flooding every inch of his body. He could punch a cow to death on Blue Star.

With his basic stats sorted, it was time to arrange his Spirit Rings.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was undoubtedly the best choice, but he only had Innate Level 20 Soul Power. Even if he could create a nuclear peace-bringer and then escape in an J-20, that would be way too conspicuous.

It would surely attract the attention of every major faction and bring him a heap of trouble.

After thinking it over, he added an eight-hundred-year Spirit Ring to his First Martial Soul and set the Second Soul Ring to two thousand years.

That way, he wouldn't stand out too much, but he wouldn't be utterly unremarkable, either.

Besides, he had a Custom Cheat. He could always change things once his Soul Power increased.

In the early game, he'd specialize in the art of lying low. And in the late game? I don't eat beef!

As for his Second Martial Soul, he wasn't going to hold back. He added a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring to every slot.

Once he'd finished, Wu Xing stared in shock. His Soul Power had shot straight from level 20 to level 30.

"Holy crap, you can do that?"

He felt his level-30 Soul Power surging inside him and nearly went blind from the glare of his own metaphorical eyes.

"Keep going, keep going."

Since he was already level 30, of course he'd keep adding Spirit Rings.

First, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring to calm his nerves. Then he'd try a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring on his Second Martial Soul.

In an instant, Wu Xing's Soul Power surged again, climbing all the way to level 39 before finally coming to a stop.

He was just one step away from level 40, a Soul Ancestor.

Even riding a Shenzhou rocket wasn't this fast!

Transported to the Douluo Continent, his Soul Power had gone from nothing to level 39 in half an hour. Apart from the fact that "this just happened" wasn't the same as "that just happened," who could top that?

Having sorted out his strength, Wu Xing didn't hurry toward the city in the distance. Instead, he sat on the grass, sipping ice-cold cola and chewing on McDonald's as he mulled over something more interesting.

He had such an incredible ability. What was the point of having fun all by himself? Sharing the joy was better than keeping it to himself.

He thought of all the Douluo fanfics he'd read, with their inner-voice plots and diary plots. One idea after another flashed through his mind, until suddenly his eyes lit up.

That's the one! A Chat Group!

Ding: Chat Group generated.

As the thought crossed Wu Xing's mind, a pale-blue virtual Chat Group panel appeared before him.

The Chat Group panel was clean and simple, with nothing on it. It looked like a knockoff from some no-name tech company.

Wu Xing sent out a few more thoughts, and all sorts of features appeared: voice messages, video calls, red envelopes, check-ins, missions, and a Mall. It had everything.

At last, the Chat Group looked somewhat respectable. After setting himself as the group owner, he began inviting the beautiful women of the Douluo World.

At the same time, important female characters throughout the Douluo Continent received invitations from the Chat Group.

[Ding: Congratulations! You have been selected by the Chat Group and are hereby invited to join. Do you accept?]

"Hm?!"

Seated on the Spirit Hall Pope's throne, Bibi Dong rested her chin on her left hand and crossed her legs. She seemed to be dozing, though she was actually listening to a subordinate's report. When she suddenly heard a voice in her mind, she snapped her eyes open, and Soul Power burst from her body.

She swept her gaze across the hall. Everything was as it should be; no outsider had entered, and neither the subordinate below nor the two Douluos at her side, Gui Mei and Yue Guang, showed any sign of disturbance.

Yet that strange voice had unmistakably sounded inside her mind!

Seeing His Holiness the Pope suddenly erupt in anger, the subordinate giving the report dropped to his knees in fright and trembled, not daring to raise his head.

Gui Mei and Yue Guang exchanged bewildered looks, utterly at a loss.

The Platinum Bishop had only been reporting that Spirit Hall had recruited more talented Soul Masters this year than last. There was no reason for His Holiness the Pope to be so enraged, was there?