Calamity System

Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, Holy Soul Village.

"Tang San, please wait!"

Tang San was walking toward the outskirts of the village carrying a wooden basin filled with dirty laundry. Hearing the shout, his footsteps faltered, and he turned around to look at the caller with a touch of impatience.

"Something up?"

His tone was calm and indifferent, giving off a feeling that he was not easy to approach.

"Have you heard?"

"The Lord Soul Master from Martial Soul Hall will be here tomorrow to awaken our Martial Souls."

As soon as Lin Chen's voice fell, a mechanical sound echoed in his mind.

[Successfully cast Disaster Curse on Tang San, obtained God-tier Martial Soul: Sky Thunder Whip.]

"Three months, finally rolled a Martial Soul, and it's even a God-tier one."

Lin Chen felt ecstatic.

At the same time, a wisp of black mist, visible only to Lin Chen, burrowed into the center of Tang San's brow, making his already darkened forehead look even gloomier.

"Good grief, that's quite a lot of bad luck accumulated."

"I just hope it doesn't kill Tang San outright, otherwise Tang Hao will go insane."

A strange sense of worry rose in Lin Chen's heart.

"I know. Old Jack already came to my house this morning to tell me."

Tang San dropped the words and turned to walk away.

He really couldn't understand this guy, always "please wait, please wait."

Must be bored out of his mind.

Lin Chen didn't continue to call out to him, fearing he might actually make him snap.

"Open panel!"

With a thought from Lin Chen, a light screen visible only to him appeared in the void three feet before his eyes, displaying several pieces of information.

[Name: Lin Chen]

[Martial Soul: Sky Thunder Whip (Unawakened)]

[Level: 10]

[Spirit: 10]

[Constitution: 10]

[Techniques and Arts: Mystic Origin Technique, Basic Whip Technique, Basic Movement Technique]

"Still level ten, then."

"It's a God-tier Martial Soul, at least, yet it didn't come with even a single level of additional Soul Power?"

Lin Chen couldn't help but curl his lip.

That ten levels of Soul Power were all farmed from Tang San over the past three months; in other words, the God-tier Martial Soul hadn't provided even half a level of power.

Was this God-tier status a bit too lackluster?

"Oh well, as long as I make Tang San suffer a bit more, I'll have everything I need."

Lin Chen couldn't help but shake his head.

Three months ago, he had inexplicably awakened the wisdom of his past life and realized he had transmigrated—or rather, been reborn—into the world of the novel Douluo Continent.

Along with that awakened wisdom came a Calamity System.

The system's function was simple: as long as he called out to a target, "[Name], please wait," and they stopped and responded, he would receive a reward. At the same time, he would afflict the target with a bad luck curse.

This was what was known as a Disaster Curse.

The dark spot on Tang San's forehead was the bad luck curse waiting to erupt.

Bad luck could strike instantly, or it could accumulate until a breaking point; yet, Tang San, the Child of Luck, seemed to have rather poor fortune.

Because the more bad luck accumulated, the more violent it would be when it finally burst forth.

Nobody knew what he would face when that time came.

For instance, with the Martial Soul awakening tomorrow, if Tang San's bad luck were to explode at that moment...

"Hiss!"

Thinking of that possibility, Lin Chen couldn't help but gasp.

"He's the Child of Luck, surely he won't be that unlucky, right?"

Lin Chen shook his head.

Whether Tang San's luck was good or bad, what did that have to do with him?

He only wanted to farm rewards.

For the sake of his own bright future, Tang San would just have to suffer a little.

After all, his parents had passed away early, and he had only survived until now thanks to the relief of the villagers. Surely he couldn't be so ungrateful as to bring a Disaster Curse upon so many benefactors?

Lin Chen closed his panel and strolled leisurely back home.

His house was located on the south side of the village, a three-bay rammed-earth building with a small courtyard of about a hundred square meters enclosed by a fence woven from Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

Lin Chen pushed open the wicker gate and returned home to begin practicing his Mystic Origin Technique.

The next day, early morning.

Old Jack arrived at the Martial Soul Hall early, bringing Lin Chen and Tang San with him.

Su Yuntao was already waiting there.

After a few brief pleasantries, Old Jack withdrew from the Martial Soul Hall.

"Children, stand in a line!"

As soon as Su Yuntao finished speaking, Lin Chen stepped to the very front.

Being the grand finale was out of the question.

The others stood in a line behind him, with Tang San still shrinking back at the very end.

"Remember, no matter what happens in a moment, do not be afraid."

After a brief self-introduction, Su Yuntao spoke.

With that, he took out six Awakening Stones and a blue crystal ball.

Soon, Su Yuntao had finished setting up the Awakening Array.

"Come, stand in the middle."

Su Yuntao looked at Lin Chen and said, a faint smile on his face.

Lin Chen stepped forward and stood in the center of the array.

"Lone Wolf, possess!"

With a sudden low shout from Su Yuntao, he instantly transformed into a werewolf, and two Spirit Rings—one white and one yellow—rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Is this a beast-type Martial Soul?

Lin Chen's eyes held only curiosity, though one of the children behind him was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, letting out a shrill scream.

Su Yuntao glanced at the child who had screamed, but his gaze quickly returned to Lin Chen.

This child was quite special.

In all the villages he had visited, he had never seen a child so calm.

"Use your heart to feel it!"

As he spoke, Su Yuntao clapped his hands repeatedly, injecting six faint green lights into the Awakening Stones on the ground, and a golden glow suddenly rose up.

Lin Chen was quickly completely enveloped by the rising golden radiance.

Warmth—an indescribable warmth.

Lin Chen was tightly wrapped in an indescribable warmth.

Then, a surge of energy emerged from within his body.

The moment that energy surged, it rushed straight toward his right hand.

He instinctively extended his right hand.

He saw a long whip appear in his palm, featuring a black wooden handle, a slender body, an extremely sharp tip, and purple lightning coiling around it.

The moment the Sky Thunder Whip appeared, a shocking aura of destruction suddenly swept outward.

The children standing behind Lin Chen were startled into retreating repeatedly, all looking at the Sky Thunder Whip with faces full of terror, and even Su Yuntao instinctively took a step back.

"This..."

Amidst his shock, Su Yuntao's expression was tinged with a hint of excitement.

Anyone with eyes could see the extraordinary nature of that long whip.

Such an extraordinary Martial Soul could not possibly lack Innate Soul Power.

Moreover, the level was highly likely to be high.

Was good luck finally about to come his way?

Lin Chen looked down at the Sky Thunder Whip in his hand; he had already received information about it.

It was not feedback from the Martial Soul, but information provided by the system.

Sky Thunder Whip: Can be long or short, hard or soft.

At the back of the group, Tang San stared intently at the long whip in Lin Chen's hand.

That whip actually made him feel a sense of palpitations.

One had to know that even Su Yuntao's Martial Soul had not given him such a feeling.

Was that guy's Martial Soul really that strong?

Tang San instinctively lowered his head, raised his right hand, and looked at his own palm.

What will my Martial Soul be?

I hope it isn't too bad; the glory of the Tang Sect is still waiting for me to restore it.