Douluo Continent Also Has a "King Squeaky"

After defeating Peng Shan, Kong Bo decided to stop attending practical combat classes, as he had no remaining opponents among his peers. As for challenging upperclassmen, he had no intention of doing so; in his words, such soul duels were merely "child's play" and incredibly boring. To address his practical training, he drafted a proposal and submitted it to Electrolux, who resided within his mind.

"Old Yi, this is my training plan. Please take a look." Kong Bo had formulated a set of procedures for his practical training and presented them to Electrolux.

"Hmm... hmm? Little Kong Bo, you are only a six-year-old child; are you certain you want to see these things?" Electrolux frowned. "Back in my day, I only transitioned from a Mage of Light to a Necromancer because I was backed into a corner. For you to be exposed to this now is far too early."

Kong Bo explained, "It is not too early, Old Yi. I wish to grow up quickly. My current assessment of my own practical experience is very low—I'm not even as good as a little lion. I must witness true combat immediately, which is to say, I must see blood. Furthermore, that powerhouse named Dottore possesses vast knowledge, and I must conduct experiments on living subjects. That requires a strong psychological foundation, and shouldn't that start from childhood?"

"Very well. You do not have the desperate circumstances I once faced, so adapting slowly through this method is acceptable," Electrolux said. "Besides, with so many soul beast experts protecting you, proceed as you wish."

Kong Bo found the Evil Emperor and explained how he wished to train. Upon hearing this, the Evil Emperor frowned. "You want to cultivate this way? Very well. You saved my life, and I must protect your safety, so if you need me to play this role, fine. I understand. From this afternoon on, I will take you to the outskirts of Ming Capital, and I will work alongside you."

How did Kong Bo intend to train? He planned to temper his mind by collecting "Gundams." On Blue Star, Wang Yangming had once meditated upon bamboo; now that Kong Bo had transmigrated, he would begin tempering his mind by meditating upon "Gundams," so that he might one day learn Dottore's legacy.

As for whether Ming Capital had "Gundams"? They certainly did. Given that the general productivity of Ming Capital was roughly equivalent to the 18th century, "Gundams" were quite common in large cities of this era.

Furthermore, Ming Capital served as a vital stronghold for the Holy Spirit Cult. The "Xishui Alliance," a major gang organization in the city, was merely a front for the cult. Naturally, the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Cult often used "Gundams" in their own cultivation.

Kong Bo thought to himself, Only after I am accustomed to seeing Gundams can I study the research Dottore spent the most effort on. In the future, I will use living members of the Holy Spirit Cult to verify Dottore's findings and my own hypotheses. It must start with contact with Gundams. I will strive to reach a point within a year where I see people as Gundams and Gundams as people; then, I can proceed to the next stage of training. I cannot tell the truth to my great-grandfather, so I will simply say I am undergoing one-on-one special training with the Evil Emperor.

With these plans in place, Kong Bo set out with the Evil Emperor that afternoon. The Evil Emperor adopted the name "Lao Zhen," while Kong Bo chose the alias "Alex," claiming his martial soul was a white cat.

Kong Bo was quite satisfied with this alias. Now, the Douluo Continent had its own "Prison A," and Kong Bo had no need for "sanity recovery." He knew he wanted to cultivate himself in the direction of a "Pain Boy" or a "Bone Artisan." I am here to become obsessed.

Their cover was that they were collectors of Gundams for the Ming Capital authorities. Obtaining this status was not difficult for the Evil Emperor, who held official credentials. Every afternoon, Kong Bo and the Evil Emperor went to collect Gundams, primarily in the outer districts. The inner city was a wealthy area where royalty, nobles, and high-ranking officials resided; the Holy Spirit Cult—or rather, the Xishui Alliance—had to be cautious there, as the inner city maintained a facade of perfect order.

However, the outer districts and the slums of the West District were entirely different. While the big shots of the Holy Spirit Cult lived in the inner city, the outer districts were teeming with cult members. Kong Bo's father, Kong Yi, and his great-grandfather, Kong Deming, had repeatedly warned him never to go to the outer districts, especially the West District, claiming that those who went never returned.

The outer and western districts were densely populated. The officials of the Sun Moon Empire only required a veneer of order to avoid major unrest, so they turned a blind eye, allowing gangs to run rampant. Since the gangs operated there, the Xishui Alliance—which was the Holy Spirit Cult in all but name—was also highly active in the outer districts.

Ming Capital currently had three major gangs: the Xishui Alliance, backed by the Holy Spirit Cult; the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, backed by the Sun Moon Empire military; and the local Ming Capital gang, the Pingfan Alliance. When gangs run rampant in densely populated areas, the results are predictable—Baltimore, Philadelphia, and Miami in the White Eagle Federation were prime examples. This necessitated people to collect the "Gundams."

"You and your apprentice, work hard! There are big shots in the Xishui Alliance paying good money for these Gundams!" Some evil soul masters required them for cultivation, and if the Gundam was a soul master, it could be sold for ten times the price.

With the Evil Emperor leading the way, Kong Bo went out every afternoon to collect them. Before long, he encountered his first one. He hesitated, asking Electrolux, "Do I really have to touch this myself?"

"Boy! You hesitate at the sight of a single Gundam? How can you talk about learning necromancy from This Seat in the future? Hmph, This Seat has seen tens of thousands of Gundams in a single morning! If you act like this at the sight of one, how can I teach you? How will you perform the Slicing Technique? You have a long way to go!"

Gritting his teeth, Kong Bo threw the Gundam onto the cart and continued to collect others with the Evil Emperor. That night, when they returned to the Evil Emperor's home, Kong Bo's face was as pale as paper, and his entire body was trembling.

"Boy, you are too young. You can wait until you are older to practice," Electrolux suggested.

"Old Yi, since I have decided, I must do it. Otherwise, wouldn't I be a man of empty words? There is no reason to abandon a training plan I set for myself," Kong Bo said through gritted teeth. "Tomorrow afternoon, I will have her take me again. The path of cultivation is destined to be arduous; if I cannot pass this test of the mind, what else is there to speak of?"

"Very well. If you have that resolve, what more can I say?" Electrolux shrugged.

Every afternoon, Kong Bo steadfastly had the Evil Emperor take him to collect Gundams. After about a year, he could see an ordinary Gundam without his expression changing or his heart skipping a beat. He had overcome the "human sympathy for one's own kind," viewing the Gundams as nothing more than ordinary objects, and could reach out to load them onto the cart without a second thought.

However, he would still pale slightly when encountering a Gundam with "Discomi" or one that was only half-intact, though this was already a significant improvement. The first time Kong Bo saw such a specimen, he had vomited violently, his face remaining ghostly white for the rest of the afternoon, his legs unable to stop shaking.

Kong Bo then began specialized training, focusing on helping the Ming Capital authorities collect these "Discomi Gundams" or partial ones. After another year and a half, he could look at any variety of Gundam with a completely steady expression.