Signing In at the Start, but on a Path to Death

(Brain Storage Facility)

(Harem list: Xiao Wu, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, Bo Saixi, A Yin, Liu Erlong, Tang Yuehua, Bai Chenxiang, Shui Binger, Meng Yiran, Dugu Yan, Xue Ke, Gu Yuena, Jiang Nannan, Ma Xiaotao, Xiao Xiao, Leng Yulai, Snow Empress, Ice Empress, Demon Emperor, Black Emperor, Wang Qiu'er...)

(The above list is incomplete; additions are welcome.)

Peerless Tang Sect, Scripture Pavilion.

The night was dark and the wind was high. A dark cloud covered the sky, with faint thunder rumbling in the distance. The young man cleaning the first floor glanced outside and could not help silently cursing his bad luck.

The young man was named Ao Yin.

The name made him sound like the scion of some great clan.

Five years ago, Ao Yin had died suddenly from overworking and transmigrated into Peerless Tang Sect. At first, he had believed his identity was extraordinary—perhaps he was even the chosen one.

Yet after spending five years as a Tang Sect menial, he could not even pass the outer sect disciple assessment. In the end, he had become trash in everyone else's eyes.

At the same time, there was another guy in the menial compound named Tang San. His talent for hidden weapons was unmatched, and at such a young age, he had already been promoted to an outer sect disciple.

Peerless Tang Sect, hidden weapons, Tang San...

In his previous life, Ao Yin had read countless webnovels. With those few terms put together, he naturally recognized the other party as Tang San, the chosen one who had yet to reincarnate in Douluo Continent!

Although Ao Yin and Tang San had both come from the menial compound, one was a lowly menial while the other was a genius disciple. The difference between them was as vast as heaven and earth.

Today, menial Ao Yin had been assigned by the sect to clean the Scripture Pavilion.

The Scripture Pavilion was an important Tang Sect location, and idle personnel were not permitted to linger. Once he finished cleaning, he would not even be qualified to take shelter from the rain here.

Ao Yin glanced at the thunderclouds outside. If this rain truly started, it probably would not stop anytime soon.

His hands unconsciously sped up. He wanted to finish his cleaning assignment early and return before the rain began.

However, the next second—

Rumble—

A thunderclap exploded, followed by the patter of torrential rain!

"Damn it! If I go back now, won't I end up soaked like a drowned rat?"

At that moment, Ao Yin felt that leaving work a little later was not such a bad idea, and he actually began slacking off.

Just as he was on the verge of tears, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes, accompanied by a cold notification.

[Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Sign-In System. Binding to Host...]

[Sign-In System successfully bound to death! (Impossible to unbind, even in death)]

[Host: Ao Yin]

[Ding! The destiny aura of the chosen one has been detected surging. Sign-in location refreshed—Peerless Tang Sect, Scripture Pavilion!]

[Sign in immediately?]

Huh?

Destiny aura? A Sign-In System?

Ao Yin's pupils shook violently as he screamed inwardly, "Five years! Five whole years! Do you know how I've spent these five years?"

He was ecstatic. Though the system had arrived late, it had finally arrived—and it was a Sign-In System that would let him grow stronger continuously just by signing in!

Wait!

Thunderstorm, Scripture Pavilion, the chosen one, Tang San?

Today... could it be the day from the novel when Tang San came to the Scripture Pavilion to steal the Tang Sect's ultimate art, the [Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record]?

At that thought, Ao Yin could not help raising his head toward the second and third floors. Perhaps Tang San had already sneaked inside.

When the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record was stolen, if a mere menial like him was lingering here, he would never be able to explain himself. Even if he had to be drenched like a drowned rat, he needed to leave this place.

[Sign in immediately!]

[Ding! Sign-in successful at the Peerless Tang Sect Scripture Pavilion. Obtained level-ten reward: [Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record].]

The reward arrived. An ancient-looking book appeared out of thin air and fell down. Ao Yin caught it and saw that it was indeed the Tang Sect's ultimate art—the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Ao Yin sucked in a sharp breath. If he did not leave now, he would not be able to clear his name even by jumping into the Yellow River. He immediately rushed out into the rain!

Meanwhile, on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, Tang San, who had finally managed to infiltrate the place, stared in delight at the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record within arm's reach. He reached out to grab it, only for it to vanish into thin air the next second.

"Damn! It's a trap?" Tang San immediately fled.

He slipped nervously out of the Scripture Pavilion and reached a blind spot by the outer wall, where he climbed over. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he ran straight into Ao Yin, who had just left the pavilion. His nerves instantly tightened!

Crack—

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the night. One was dressed in black for a nighttime operation, while the other wore a panicked expression. Amid the flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, their eyes met.

"Tang San?"

"The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record?"

As Ao Yin recognized Tang San, Tang San also recalled that when the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had vanished, this person had been on the first floor. Seeing the panic on his face, Tang San believed there was a strong chance they had come for the same purpose. He simply did not know what ghostly method this man had used to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha! So you're the brat who stole something from me, Tang San?"

Without waiting for Ao Yin to respond, Tang San believed he had guessed most of the truth. He broke into a crazed laugh, then his expression instantly turned incomparably gloomy as ruthless killing intent surged in his eyes. He pronounced judgment directly.

"You have invited death upon yourself!"

The next instant, a unique concealed weapon of his own making shot forth!

In the blink of an eye, before Ao Yin could react, he suddenly saw an eagle-beaked steel claw gleaming with metallic luster flying toward him.

The moment Tang San unleashed his self-made [Flying God Claw], its five claw segments sprang open, forming five sharp hooked talons. The tips glinted coldly like stars. Ao Yin tried to dodge, but it was already too late!

Crack—squelch!

The steel claw clamped tightly onto his arm, sinking into flesh. Agonizing pain struck him. Ao Yin tried to break free, but it held him fast; he even felt as though his entire arm was about to be torn apart!

The instant he had restrained him, Tang San struck again. He drew a sleeve arrow and triggered its mechanism.

Whoosh—

A silent sleeve arrow flew out. Ao Yin felt a sharp pain between his brows as a spot of crimson spread there. Beneath the pounding rain, blood began to pour out.

Thud!

Ao Yin fell backward in response. Tang San slowly walked over to him and searched him. Sure enough, he found an ancient-looking book—the very [Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record] that had mysteriously vanished from the third floor earlier!

Tang San was overjoyed and laughed. "I searched high and low to no avail, only to find it without the slightest effort! Hahahahaha!"

"Shameless! Tang San!"

Ao Yin's eyes blazed with fury, hatred towering within his heart. But his life force had already been exhausted, and he died with his eyes still open.

Tang San glanced at the corpse on the ground and gave a wicked, charming smirk. "A nobody like you isn't worth mourning!"

With that, he activated the Flying God Claw again and directly shredded him into pulp. In such a torrential downpour, no traces would remain by the next day.

Ao Yin felt his consciousness in complete chaos as the faint sound of a noisy argument drifted into his ears.

"Little San, how could you be so heavy-handed?"

"Village Chief Jack, Ao Yin stole my things first!"

"Shut up! Tomorrow is the day of martial soul awakening. Even if he was in the wrong, using a stone to smash someone in the head is still bad!"

Ao Yin opened his eyes and vaguely saw an old man and a child standing at the doorway: a short-haired child in blue, and an old man in a short brown garment leaning on a cane.

Little San, Village Chief Jack, martial soul awakening...

A flood of memories from the previous owner's life surged into him. It turned out that the previous owner had been an orphan from Holy Soul Village, raised on handouts from the villagers. After picking up a bamboo dragonfly by the roadside, Tang San insisted it was his, and the two began fighting over it.

However, Tang San had no sense of fair play. He used a stone as a concealed weapon and launched a sudden sneak attack, striking a fatal point in the previous owner's head and killing him on the spot.

Reincarnated again? Douluo Continent? Had he been reborn in Holy Soul Village?

Having experience with this already, Ao Yin accepted the fact of his rebirth in only a moment.

"Tang San, that shameless bastard really hasn't changed at all!"

Following the sound, he looked toward the doorway. That short-haired child in blue was none other than Tang San!