Dragon of Imagination, Innate Full Soul Power (Adoptive Fathers, Please Catch Up to the Latest Chapter!)

Shrek City, Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

With the arrival of the annual Martial Soul Awakening Day, countless people gathered in the Spirit Pagoda square, the air thick with the roar of the crowd.

The morning sun spilled across the earth, making the Spirit Pagoda headquarters appear all the more magnificent.

Surrounding them, countless parents brought their children, either waiting quietly in line or pulling strings to use the special access lane.

Among them, one group stood out as the most unusual: several elderly women leading over twenty children.

This was the orphanage group. Out of pity for these orphans, the Qiangu Family had granted them special permission to have their Martial Souls awakened.

Furthermore, should any of these children awaken a powerful Martial Soul, they would be eligible to join the Spirit Pagoda directly.

Among these children, one tall, slender youth seemed somewhat out of place compared to the others.

The youth had long silver hair and delicate features; at a glance, he didn't look like an orphan at all, but rather the young master of some noble house.

Because they were also using the special access lane, their progress was relatively fast.

A group of little ones stood there, gazing up at the cloud-piercing architecture, many of them laughing and playing.

Only the youth stood still, his gaze fixed directly on the Spirit Pagoda, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Everyone else starts as a tycoon or a young noble; why did I have to start as an orphan?

At least it's in Shrek City; being an orphan here means I can at least get enough to eat.

The youth muttered to himself, his face showing a trace of resignation. It was only in Shrek City that orphans like them could easily survive until the age of six.

In any other city, they wouldn't even have enough to eat, let alone have anyone care whether they lived or died.

He was a transmigrator, a college student who had been miserable to the extreme in his previous life.

In his past life, he had pulled an all-nighter, gone straight to an eight-o'clock class, and then unluckily dropped dead from overexertion.

He hadn't expected that the moment he opened his eyes, he would find himself in an orphanage in Shrek City.

Fortunately, it was Shrek City, so he had lived a decent life over the years.

As the youth thought this, he walked forward. Just then, a pair of chubby little hands patted him on the shoulder.

"Hehe, Boss Chen Ye, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know. What about you, Xu Duoduo?"

"I want to taste all the delicacies in the world and eat every good thing there is."

"Ambitious."

Chen Ye looked at the little fatty, nodded, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"That's a great dream. If I have the ability in the future, I'll definitely help you achieve it."

"Really? Thanks, Boss!" The little fatty rubbed his head, a silly, honest smile on his face.

Chen Ye glanced at the little fatty and didn't continue speaking. He didn't know his own identity, his origins, or what kind of Martial Soul he would be able to awaken.

In this world of the Douluo Continent, if he didn't have a good Martial Soul, it would truly be the end of the road for him.

Even if he had the talent and the ability, he would never be able to get ahead.

Just as he was pondering, a somewhat raspy female voice rang out from the front: "Next is Chen Ye. Is little Chen Ye here?"

"I'm here, teacher!" Hearing the teacher's voice, Chen Ye hurriedly waved his hand and walked inside.

Because they were lined up by name, Chen Ye was among the first few to go in.

Before entering, he glanced sideways at the other children, then walked in silently.

It was a small awakening room—one might even say tiny—and it lacked any protective equipment.

The person in charge of the awakening was a very young man.

The man looked at him, his expression extremely sullen; after all, there was no profit to be made from awakening these orphans.

Most of these orphans were abandoned, their parents being people from the lowest rungs of society.

Therefore, the Martial Souls they could awaken were generally trash.

And even if the awakened Martial Soul was decent, these people couldn't afford Spirit Rings.

Thinking of his colleagues who could earn tens of thousands of Federal Coins in commissions in a single day, the man's expression grew even uglier. He looked at Chen Ye and beckoned impatiently: "Hurry up and come over. What are you dawdling for?"

"Hurry up and get awakened so you can get out."

The man's tone was impatient. He casually picked up an awakening stone, placed it on the platform, and pointed at the crystal.

"Just put your hand on it to awaken. Your Martial Soul will be displayed automatically."

As the man spoke, he had no intention of offering any guidance and simply sat back casually.

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on him for a moment, but he didn't pay it much mind.

After all, he was just an orphan with no power or influence.

Even if the man's attitude toward him was poor, he had no way to argue back.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye paused his steps, then walked forward, looking at the awakening stone before him with a hint of hesitation on his face.

I wonder what kind of martial soul I'll awaken. I hope it's a powerful one.

Father, Mother, give me some strength! You abandoned me, fine, but at least you were soul masters with soul power!

Chen Ye prayed silently for a moment. The man watched Chen Ye's head-shaking antics with a trace of annoyance, though he said nothing.

As Chen Ye finished his prayer, he placed his hand directly onto the awakening stone.

The ritual was different from what he had imagined; there was no stinging sensation, nor any strange feeling.

It felt as if a power within his body was gradually awakening—a power that was incredibly terrifying, yet at the same time, incredibly minuscule.

Chen Ye felt this power with some confusion; it resided in his mind, or rather, within his spiritual sea.

A giant dragon, its entire body a grayish-white, slowly emerged.

Looking at this strange giant dragon, Chen Ye's heart first relaxed, then turned somewhat helpless.

He already understood that he was in the era of the Legend of the Dragon King.

In this era, with the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King, the two masters of the dragon race, all dragon-type martial souls were suppressed and unable to hold their heads high.

Therefore, while awakening a dragon-type martial soul was a good thing, it destined him to be nothing more than cannon fodder.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye felt a sense of relief; after all, no one said that transmigrating meant one would definitely become the protagonist.

It seems I'm not destined to be a protagonist, but fortunately, I awakened a dragon-type martial soul.

Regardless of what kind of giant dragon this is, my innate soul power level shouldn't be low.

Most dragon-type martial souls possessed innate full soul power, and Chen Ye felt he would likely be no exception.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the number displayed below: ten, just as expected.

Seeing this, Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say anything, the man's gaze also fell upon the display. His eyes lit up, and he looked toward Chen Ye.

"Not bad, innate full soul power of level ten. Go over there, go register over there. Once you sign the contract, you can join the Spirit Pagoda."

"By then, you'll have a path forward and won't have to be a pitiful orphan anymore."

As the man spoke, he pointed toward another room.