Happy Claw Machine

[Note: Please take note, note, note! All female leads and supporting female characters in this book are single, with no children, no partners, and no entanglements... Any items belonging to male villains or supporting male characters belong to nameless passersby.]

[Academy Dean: Bibi Dong, heart silent for many years; Vice Dean: Poseidon, long since dedicated to solitude; other girls are not seeing anyone.]

[Multiple female leads, the male lead becomes a god in the mid-game. Major revisions, creative reimagining, no suppression of combat power or plot, starting from level 51 Soul King. Combat power remains stable, multiverse setting, bosses have infinite stamina.]

Spirit Empire, Spirit Academy.

The premier academy of the Douluo Continent.

The main gate alone was enough to make one look up in awe. The gate tower stood fifty meters high, constructed entirely of obsidian, with four gilded characters embedded in the center: Spirit Academy!

Each character was larger than a room; it was said they were carved by a Title Douluo hundreds of years ago using soul power, and even today, they still carried a faint golden halo.

Twelve stone pillars stood on either side of the gate, carved with various spirit totems—dragons, phoenixes, tigers, and leopards—all vivid and lifelike. The main gate remained open year-round, the passage over ten meters deep, easily accommodating three carriages side-by-side.

The admission criteria for Spirit Academy freshmen were: at least 18 years old, and reaching level 51 Soul Emperor or higher.

Geniuses from across the entire continent broke their necks trying to squeeze in; those who succeeded all had empires, sects, or noble families backing them.

However, the pedestrian street on the west side, directly opposite the academy, had a completely different vibe.

The narrow alley was packed with all sorts of shops. The blacksmith shops selling weapons rang with the clanging of hammers, the medicinal herb shops drifted with the bitter scent of herbs, and several small eateries billowed with cooking smoke—all mixed together, full of the hustle and bustle of life.

The shop owners on this street knew full well that their business depended on the academy students.

But amidst a crowd of legitimate trades, one shop stood out as completely out of place.

The plaque above the door bore five crooked characters: [~✺◟(∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)◞✺ Happy Claw Machine ~]

The storefront was small, barely twenty square meters, and there wasn't even a clerk at the door to solicit customers.

Looking through the glass, one could see six square cabinets lit with colorful lights, stuffed with various small dolls.

The shop owners on this street had discussed it privately at least ten times, all agreeing that this shop wouldn't last a month.

Inside the shop, a young man wearing gray-blue work clothes leaned behind the counter, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Qin Chuan.

Three days ago at noon, he had received a dispatch order to repair a malfunctioning claw machine at a shopping mall.

The moment his hand touched the circuit board, a flash of white light blinded him, and he was transported here.

After three days of processing, he finally confirmed one thing: he had transmigrated into a world called the Douluo Continent, becoming a genuine "three-no" person.

No system, no spirit, no soul power.

A purely trash-tier start.

The only good news was that when he arrived, this claw machine shop, along with the six machines inside, came as a "newbie starter pack"—free of charge.

"Three days, and not a single customer." Qin Chuan rubbed his sunken stomach and swallowed hard. "I'm about to starve to death."

He rolled over, changed his posture, and continued to lie there, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

"A newbie starter pack, and you give me a broken shop? At least give me innate full soul power, or if that's too much, a set of ten-thousand-year soul bones would suffice. Can six claw machines be eaten as food?"

No one answered him.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over the six machines.

There were three in the standard section, filled with smaller-sized plush rabbits, kittens, and puppies. The craftsmanship was decent, but in a world where spirits reigned supreme, it was no different from trying to sell a toothpick to a Title Douluo.

The high-end section also had three machines, and the dolls inside were much more exquisite: Kuromi, My Melody, Hello Kitty, Pikachu—colorful and bright, clearly made with effort.

The problem was, would people in this world spend money on these things?

A burly man carrying a third-tier soul tool walked past outside, glanced into the shop, wore an expression that said "what kind of junk is this," and strode away.

Qin Chuan sighed and buried his face in his arms.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The academy's dismissal bell rang right on time, its crisp chime echoing throughout the street.

Not long after, a large number of students poured out of the school gate.

This group wore uniform academy attire, but each possessed a distinct temperament. Various spirit projections circled their bodies, and the women were graceful and charming—a sea of beauties before his eyes.

As soon as these people left the school gate, they scattered into the pedestrian street. A crowd gathered in front of the blacksmith shop, a line formed at the herb shop, and even the old man selling skewers had seven or eight people crowding his stall.

Only Qin Chuan's shop was deserted.

He lay on the counter, his chin resting on his arms, watching longingly as the flow of people passed by his door, only to walk away again.

Just as he was about to give up hope entirely.

A figure stopped at the door.

She was tall, wearing a pink long dress that wrapped around her slender waist, silk stockings on her legs, and crystal high heels that refracted the afternoon light.

The most eye-catching feature was the scorpion braid.

It was woven thick and long, hanging from the back of her head all the way to her lower back, the end tied with a pink ribbon that swayed gently as she tilted her head. A pair of white, fuzzy rabbit-ear hair accessories were pinned to the top of her head, making her face look small and exquisite.

She had a melon-seed-shaped face, skin so fair it seemed to glow, a straight nose, and large, round eyes with slightly upturned corners, naturally carrying a hint of playfulness. Her lips were neither thick nor thin, and though she wore no lipstick, they were a natural, soft pink.

Standing there, she made all the drab, dusty shops around her look like mere background scenery.

She curiously poked her head in to peer inside the shop.

"Huh, what kind of shop is this?"

As she spoke, she stepped inside, her gaze falling upon the claw machine, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"Wow! These dolls are so cute!" She crouched down, her nose almost touching the glass, staring at the pink rabbit pendant inside for several seconds before looking up. "Boss, how do you play this?"

Qin Chuan felt a jolt in his heart.

A customer!

He recognized her at a glance—wasn't this classmate Xiao Wu?

Qin Chuan stood up immediately, cleared his throat, and tried his best to look like a serious businessman: "It's very simple. First, place your hand on this crystal ball. It will record your basic information, and then a voice will transmit the specific rules to you."

He pointed to the fist-sized crystal ball on the counter.

"Alright, I'll give it a try." Xiao Wu walked over and pressed her right palm against it.

The crystal ball glowed.

The next moment, a voice transmitted directly into her mind.

[Congratulations, system registration successful! Welcome to the God-Tier Claw Machine!]

[Basic Information: Xiao Wu, 18 years old, Level 62 Soul Emperor.]

[Membership Level: Ordinary Member (Current EXP 0/10)]

[Note: Helping the shopkeeper with chores or gaining the shopkeeper's favor will increase your EXP. You can upgrade up to Supreme Member.]

[Gameplay: Use the joystick to control the claw's direction and press the button when aimed at your desired doll. Success depends entirely on luck.]

[Special Note 1: The Ordinary Zone costs 1 Gold Soul Coin for 3 attempts; the High-Tier Zone costs 100 Soul Power EXP for 1 attempt and requires 'Bronze Member' status. Ordinary Members have a daily limit of 3 attempts. For every membership level gained, the number of game coins exchangeable increases by 1, and attempts increase by 1.]

[Special Note 2: The dolls contain precious prizes—ten-thousand-year soul rings, thousand-year soul bones, innate full soul power, 100x soul power absorption buffs, soul power level increases... everything you could want. Please play in moderation and do not get carried away.]

[Special Note 3: The prizes are for women only and must not be passed to men; please keep this strictly confidential.]

[Confidentiality Agreement: I promise not to disclose any of the above information to any male, including but not limited to any form of explicit or implicit communication. Violators will have all rewards confiscated and their soul power reduced to Level 1.]

Xiao Wu read through all the information in one breath.

She blinked.

Ten-thousand-year soul rings? Thousand-year soul bones? Innate full soul power?

A claw machine shop on the side of the street?