Crazy Spoilers: The Aloof Pope Was Enraged

"Bang!"

The rotten wooden door was kicked open, its planks splitting into several pieces on the spot.

A burly boy with a face full of rolls of fat strode into Dorm Seven at Notting Academy.

"New kid, don't you know the rules?"

Wang Sheng clenched his fists, staring at Su Hang, who sat dazed on the edge of a bed.

Several work-study students huddled in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

That was the old rule of Dorm Seven.

Newcomers got a beating so they would know who called the shots.

Su Hang raised his head and glanced at him.

He'd been transported to this world less than half an hour ago.

Just a moment earlier, he'd been complaining about the ending of Douluo Continent.

The next moment, he'd become an ordinary work-study student at Notting Academy.

"Rules?"

"That's right. Rules!"

Wang Sheng grinned, spread his arms, and charged at Su Hang.

"I'll teach you the rules of Dorm Seven today: fists decide everything!"

A gust of wind rushed toward him.

Su Hang remained seated.

Just as Wang Sheng's hand was about to grab his collar, Su Hang suddenly raised his hand.

His right hand clamped around Wang Sheng's wrist. He pulled, then twisted it downward.

"Ow!"

Wang Sheng cried out in pain.

Su Hang didn't stop.

He kicked with his left leg, striking Wang Sheng squarely in the chest.

Bang!

Wang Sheng flew five or six meters and crashed into the iron bunk behind him.

The rusty bed frame broke apart under the impact.

The work-study students in the corner stared, dumbfounded.

That was Wang Sheng!

The toughest guy in Dorm Seven had been taken down by the newcomer in a single move.

Su Hang stood up and brushed the dust from his hands.

"Now, I'm the rule."

"Anyone else have a problem?"

The work-study students hurriedly shook their heads and huddled even tighter.

Wang Sheng lay on the ground clutching his chest, his expression changed as he looked at Su Hang.

He didn't say another word.

Su Hang couldn't be bothered with them. He turned and sat back down on his own moldy bed.

Just then, an emotionless mechanical voice rang out in his mind.

[System notification! The host has successfully changed a minor plot development, meeting the activation requirements.]

[Congratulations, host! The Goddess Diary System has been bound!]

Su Hang's eyes lit up.

His golden finger had arrived.

Online novels hadn't lied to him!

A transmigrator's standard equipment really was all there.

He calmed himself and examined the system's instructions.

[Simple core rule: The host only needs to update the diary every day to receive god-level rewards! Soul Rings, Soul Bones, Martial Souls—everything is available!]

[Hidden rule: The diary will automatically generate copies and distribute them to specific goddesses on Douluo Continent. The higher the goddesses' favorability, the greater the reward multiplier for the host! Once all the goddesses' favorability reaches the maximum, the host will ascend straight to become the Asura Chaos God!]

"So I get rewards just for writing a diary, and the goddesses can read it?"

Su Hang quickly came up with a plan.

Since they could read his diary, he could use future spoilers to change their original fates.

And while he was at it, he'd snatch Tang San's opportunities.

That two-faced hypocrite deserved a different ending.

With a thought, a diary radiating a dark golden glow appeared in his hand.

Nobody else could see it.

Su Hang picked up a virtual quill and wrote his first entry.

[Douluo Calendar 2637, sunny.]

[What a damn stroke of bad luck. I've transmigrated to this dump, Notting Academy, and ended up in the same class as that hypocrite Tang San.]

[Just thinking about meeting Yu Xiaogang—the fraud who deceives the world, talks through his hat, and calls himself a Grandmaster—makes me sick. What a load of crap those Ten Core Competencies are. They're all cobbled together from materials stolen from Spirit Hall, and he doesn't even dare to cite his sources. Only an idiot like Tang San, desperate to find a backer, would take a useless bum who can't even break through to Soul Grandmaster as his teacher.]

[But speaking of Yu Xiaogang, I have to mention the high-and-mighty Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.]

[How tragic! How lamentable! An empress of peerless genius was mentally controlled for her entire life by Yu Xiaogang, that scumbag who lived off women while pretending otherwise!]

At this point, Su Hang paused.

His pen didn't hover for long before he continued, writing the crucial details directly.

[Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong, do you think founding the Spirit Hall Empire will let you unite the world? Dream on!]

[You have no idea that the empire you're most proud of will ultimately become nothing more than a stepping stone for Tang San's ascension to godhood! At the Battle of Jialing Pass, Tang San will drive the Poseidon Trident through your chest, crushing your heart and bones as he tears them out!]

[Hu Liena, your most beloved disciple, will fall hopelessly in love with Tang San. Qian Renxue, your biological daughter, whom you both hate and care about most, will also be affected by the brainless halo. She'll shatter her Angel Godhood for Tang San and become a cripple!]

[Mighty Spirit Hall will end up with its family broken and its entire house wiped out! The one responsible for all of this will be the beloved disciple of the man you can't stop thinking about!]

At the same time.

In Spirit City, inside Pope Palace.

The grand hall stood empty.

Pope Bibi Dong sat on her throne, holding the Brilliant Gold Scepter.

It was the symbol of the Pope's authority.

She was stunningly beautiful, her expression cold as her gaze rested on the sky beyond the hall.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

She murmured his name, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Just then.

Snap!

A diary with a gilded cover suddenly appeared on the purple crystal table before her.

Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened.

"Who's there?"

She immediately stood up.

The pressure of a Titled Douluo spread from her.

Nine Soul Rings rose beneath her feet.

Her powerful spiritual force swept through all of Pope Palace and several miles beyond its walls.

The air groaned under the pressure.

Someone had bypassed the defenses of Pope Palace and placed something right in front of her?

Something was very wrong.

Even Qian Daoliu might not have been able to pull that off.

But she searched everywhere and found no intruder.

Bibi Dong turned back to the diary, frowning.

She raised a finger, condensed dark purple Rakshasa Divine Power, and pointed it at the diary.

Hum.

The divine power hit the diary and vanished.

Not a mark remained on its gilded cover.

"Even my power can't destroy it?"

Bibi Dong's expression grew grave.

Suppressing her unease, she reached out and opened the first page.

[Su Hang's Diary (Bibi Dong's Exclusive Copy)]

When she saw those words, Bibi Dong's expression changed.

[...That fraud Yu Xiaogang, who deceives the world and talks through his hat, is a useless bum... The Ten Core Competencies were all stolen from Spirit Hall...]

"Outrageous!"

Bibi Dong spoke sharply, killing intent rising in her eyes.

Yu Xiaogang was the person she found hardest to let go of.

Even if she hated him, no one else had the right to insult him like that.

But as she continued reading, her face darkened little by little.

[...Tang San will drive the Poseidon Trident straight through your chest, crushing your heart and bones as he tears them out!]

[...Hu Liena will fall in love with Tang San... Qian Renxue's godhood will be shattered, leaving her a cripple!]

[...Spirit Hall will be wiped out to the last man!]

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"My heart torn out and my bones crushed? Godhood shattered? The Spirit Hall Empire destroyed?"

Her voice was low.

"Ridiculous!"

She slammed the scepter onto the floor.

Fine cracks spread across the hard marble.

"I, Bibi Dong, hold the power of the world in my hands. I have Twin Martial Souls and am about to inherit the Rakshasa God Position. Who could kill me?"

"And that wretch Qian Renxue, and Nana—how could they possibly fall for Tang Hao's son?"

Her emotions were beginning to spiral out of control.

The usually lofty Pope now had nothing but suppressed fury in her eyes.

But she still had her wits about her.

The diary had appeared under the strangest circumstances.

A power she couldn't even destroy was no power an ordinary Soul Master could control.

If there was even a grain of truth in what it said, she couldn't handle it carelessly.

"Notting Academy, Su Hang?"

Bibi Dong stared at the name signed at the end of the diary, the killing intent in her eyes growing stronger.

"Guards!"

Two figures quickly appeared at the bottom of the hall and dropped to one knee.

They were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

They sensed the lingering pressure in the hall and kept their heads lowered, asking no questions.

"Go investigate the Heaven Dou Empire, Notting City, and Notting Academy immediately."

Bibi Dong's voice was icy.

"Look into a work-study student named Su Hang. I want him brought back alive—or his corpse. If anything unusual happens..."

She stopped there.

The power behind the diary made her cautious.

If killing Su Hang caused the prophecy to come true sooner, the consequences would be unpredictable.

"No. Keep an eye on him in secret."

"Report his every move to me."

"Without my orders, no one is to touch a single hair on his head."

"Understood!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both realizing this was serious.

The next moment, they left the hall and headed toward Notting City.