Crazy Spoilers, the Aloof Pope Was Directly Angered to Madness

"Bang!"

The dilapidated wooden door was kicked open, and the planks shattered into several pieces on the spot.

A burly youth with a face full of flab strode into Dorm Seven of Notting Academy.

"Newbie, do you know the rules?"

Wang Sheng clenched his fists, staring at Su Hang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Several work-study students huddled in the corner, none daring to make a sound.

This was the old rule of Dorm Seven.

Newcomers had to take a beating to learn who was in charge.

Su Hang raised his head and glanced at him.

He had transmigrated into this world less than half an hour ago.

A moment ago, he was still complaining about the ending of Douluo Continent.

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

"Rules?"

"That's right, rules!"

Wang Sheng grinned, spread his arms, and lunged toward Su Hang.

"I'll teach you today that the rule of Dorm Seven is fists!"

A gust of wind reached his face.

Su Hang sat still.

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

His right hand clamped onto Wang Sheng's wrist, pulling him forward and folding his arm downward.

"Ouch!"

Wang Sheng cried out in pain.

Su Hang did not stop.

His left leg kicked out, landing squarely on Wang Sheng's chest.

Bang!

Wang Sheng flew five or six meters, crashing into the iron-frame bed behind him.

The rusty iron bed collapsed under the impact.

The few work-study students in the corner were all stunned.

That was Wang Sheng.

The best fighter in Dorm Seven had actually been taken down by a newcomer in a single exchange.

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

"Now, I am the rule."

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The few work-study students shook their heads hurriedly, huddling even tighter.

Wang Sheng lay on the ground clutching his chest, his gaze toward Su Hang having changed.

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.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully altered a minor plot trajectory, meeting the activation requirements.]

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

Su Hang's eyes lit up.

His golden finger had arrived.

Web novels never lied to me!

The standard configuration for a transmigrator was indeed present.

He calmed his mind and examined the system instructions.

[Minimalist Core Rule: The host only needs to update the diary every day to receive god-level rewards! Spirit rings, spirit bones, and martial spirits are all available!]

[Hidden Rule: The diary will automatically generate copies and distribute them to specific goddesses in Douluo Continent. The higher the goddess's favorability, the higher the critical multiplier of the rewards the host receives! When the favorability of all goddesses reaches the maximum, the host will ascend directly to become the Asura Chaos God!]

"I get rewards for writing a diary, and the goddesses can see it?"

Su Hang quickly formed a plan in his mind.

Since they could see the diary, he could completely use future spoilers to change those original endings.

He casually intercepted Tang San's opportunity.

That double-standard hypocrite deserved a different ending.

With a thought.

A diary radiating dark golden light appeared in his hand.

This diary was invisible to outsiders.

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

[Douluo Calendar Year 2637, Sunny.]

[What rotten luck, actually transmigrating to this dump called Notting Academy and becoming a classmate of that hypocrite Tang San.]

[Just thinking about meeting that fraud Yu Xiaogang—that useless "Master" who is full of hot air—makes me sick. His so-called Ten Core Competencies are all pieced together from stolen Spirit Hall research, and he doesn't even dare to cite the sources. Only an idiot like Tang San, desperate for a backer, would apprentice himself to a loser who can't even break through to become a Great Spirit Master.]

[But speaking of Yu Xiaogang, one has to mention the high and mighty Pope of the current Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong.]

[How pathetic! How lamentable! A brilliant and talented empress, actually mentally controlled for a lifetime by a scumbag like Yu Xiaogang who lives off women!]

Writing to this point, Su Hang paused.

The nib didn't hover for long before he continued, writing down the key content directly.

[Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong, do you think establishing the Spirit Empire will allow you to unify the world? Keep dreaming!]

[You have no idea that your proudest empire will ultimately become the stepping stone for Tang San to achieve godhood! In the decisive battle at Jialing Pass, you will be pierced through the chest by Tang San with the Poseidon Trident, your heart and bones shattered into pieces!]

[Your most beloved disciple, Hu Liena, will fall hopelessly in love with Tang San; your own daughter, Qian Renxue—the one you hate most yet care for the most—will also be affected by his plot armor, shattering her Angel God position for Tang San and becoming a cripple!]

[The dignified Spirit Hall will end up with its home destroyed and its people annihilated! The culprit behind all of this is none other than the fine disciple taught by that first love of yours whom you can't seem to forget!]

At the same time.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

The magnificent hall was empty.

Pope Bibi Dong sat upright on her throne, clutching a brilliant golden scepter.

It was the symbol of papal power.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, her expression cold, her gaze fixed on the sky outside the hall.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

She whispered the name, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Just then.

Thud!

A diary with a gold-stamped cover appeared out of thin air on the amethyst table before her.

Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened.

"Who goes there?"

She stood up immediately.

The pressure of a Titled Douluo radiated from her.

Nine spirit rings rose beneath her feet.

Powerful mental energy swept across the entire Pope Palace and several miles outside.

The air groaned under the pressure.

Someone had bypassed the defenses of the Pope Palace to place something right in front of her?

This was highly suspicious.

Even Qian Daoliu might not be able to achieve this.

Yet, after a thorough search, she found no intruders.

Bibi Dong looked back at the diary, her brows furrowed.

She raised a finger, condensed dark purple Rakshasa divine power, and tapped the diary.

Hum.

The divine power landed on the diary and simply vanished.

The gold-stamped cover didn't show a single mark.

"Even my power cannot destroy it?"

Bibi Dong's expression turned grave.

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

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

Seeing these words, Bibi Dong's eyes changed.

[...That fraud Yu Xiaogang, that useless man full of hot air... his Ten Core Competencies were all stolen from Spirit Hall...]

"Presumptuous!"

Bibi Dong spoke in a sharp voice, killing intent rising in her eyes.

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

Even if she hated him, it was not for others to humiliate him like this.

But as she continued to read, her expression sank bit by bit.

[...will be pierced through the chest by Tang San with the Poseidon Trident, heart and bones shattered into dust!]

[...Hu Liena falls in love with Tang San... Qian Renxue's god position is shattered, and she is reduced to a cripple!]

[...The entire Spirit Empire is wiped out!]

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

"Heart gouged and bones shattered? God position destroyed? The Spirit Empire wiped out?"

Her voice was very low.

"Absurd!"

The scepter slammed heavily onto the floor.

Fine cracks spread across the hard marble ground.

"I, Bibi Dong, hold the power of the world, possess twin spirits, and am about to inherit the Rakshasa God Position. Who could kill me?"

"That bastard Qian Renxue, and Nana—how could they possibly fall for Tang Hao's son?"

Her emotions were somewhat out of control.

The usually aloof Pope now had nothing but suppressed rage in her eyes.

But her reason remained.

This diary had appeared too strangely.

The power that even she could not destroy was certainly not something an ordinary spirit master could control.

If there was any credibility to what was written, she could not handle it carelessly.

"Notting Academy, Su Hang?"

Bibi Dong stared at the signature at the end of the diary, the killing intent in her eyes gradually intensifying.

"Someone come!"

Two figures quickly appeared below the main hall, kneeling on one knee.

They were none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Your Holiness!"

The two felt the lingering pressure in the hall and kept their heads low, not daring to ask questions.

"Investigate immediately: Heaven Dou Empire, Notting City, Notting Academy."

Bibi Dong's tone was icy.

"Find a work-study student named Su Hang. I want to see him alive or dead. If there is any unusual movement..."

She stopped there.

The power on that diary forced her to be cautious.

If she killed Su Hang and it caused the prophecy to happen sooner, the consequences would be unpredictable.

"No, watch him from the shadows."

"Report every single move he makes to me."

"Without this Seat's order, no one is allowed to touch a single hair on his head."

"As you command!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both knowing that this matter was no small thing.

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