"Alright, alright, hurry up and draw."
"I can't wait to transmigrate."
Lin Jing waved his hand, appearing indifferent on the surface, though deep down he was still very invested in this lottery.
Six years old would be fine, but what if he drew ten?
And then the next round gave him something like level twelve?
Would he even be able to play anymore?
Uh... actually, maybe he could, probably...
"Six years old."
Just as Lin Jing's thoughts ran wild, the wheel came to a stop, and a cold electronic voice sounded.
[Congratulations, Host. You have completed the preliminary wheel draw before transmigration.]
[Transmigration is about to begin. Please prepare yourself, Host.]
The system's voice followed right after.
Lin Jing froze. Prepare?
Prepare for what?
Nobody had told him how to prepare!
Before Lin Jing could ask aloud, his vision went black.
Just like when he'd been struck by fortune not long ago, he lost consciousness.
Lin Jing's whole body was wrapped in a ball of white light as he drifted through the endless void.
No one knew how long he drifted before the ball of white light carried him plunging into a planet.
It was none other than—Douluo Planet!
Douluo Planet, Douluo Continent.
Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.
Nuoding City, Holy Soul Village.
Inside the Spirit Awakening Hall.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of Tang San. It was Lin Jing, who had just been wrapped in white light.
Su Yuntao was still awakening a child's Martial Soul and hadn't noticed the extra person at all.
Even Tang San hadn't sensed anything amiss.
It was as though Lin Jing had always been standing there.
Their thoughts had been altered, and Lin Jing had been added to their memories out of thin air.
And it wasn't only them who had been changed. Old Jack and the others waiting outside were the same.
They all believed
Lin Jing had grown up in Holy Soul Village, right under their noses.
"A rusty hoe," Su Yuntao said expressionlessly. "No Innate Soul Power."
"Next."
Woken by his voice, Lin Jing was about to complain when the scene before him left him stunned.
Then memories came flooding back.
They reminded him of his current situation.
This place... is Douluo Continent?
Lin Jing thought that, judging by the surroundings, this had to be the Martial Soul Awakening Hall in a village or town.
And that man was the Soul Master sent by Spirit Hall to conduct the awakenings.
Looking toward Su Yuntao, Lin Jing's eyes were full of curiosity.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
That Martial Soul should be a wolf, right? It's so cool. And those Spirit Rings—even though one is white and the other yellow, they're still truly breathtaking.
Then Lin Jing seemed to remember something.
He yelled inwardly:
"System-chan, come out! What's my Martial Soul?"
"Wasn't there supposed to be another lottery? Did you forget it?"
Lin Jing was in a hurry because the line was inching forward, and it would soon be his turn.
[Oh, come on, Host. Don't rush.]
The system's voice sounded a little languid.
[It's not time to draw your Martial Soul yet.]
"Not time yet?"
Lin Jing calmed down a little.
"What do you mean, it's not time yet?"
"I'm about to have my turn!"
No matter how loudly Lin Jing shouted, the system didn't pay him any mind.
"Hmph!"
Lin Jing snorted. His Martial Soul wouldn't be bad even without its help!
"You want me to draw? Well, I'm not drawing!"
Inside the Spirit Awakening Hall, most of the children had already awakened their Martial Souls. Only Lin Jing and Tang San remained.
Seeing that it was his turn, Lin Jing stepped forward.
A smile appeared on his tender little face.
"Uncle, let's begin."
Su Yuntao smiled too. The outline of Lin Jing's handsome features was already showing, which made Su Yuntao feel much more favorably toward him.
Compared to the coal ball behind Lin Jing, there was no contest.
"Focus and feel for the Martial Soul hidden in your dantian."
Su Yuntao was a little more patient with him. He even reached out and patted Lin Jing's head.
Lin Jing: Bro, that's a bit forward.
Creepy dude. Seriously creepy!
The next moment, Su Yuntao began pouring Soul Power into the Awakening Stone.
Golden light flared up, enveloping Lin Jing.
Just then, everything around them seemed to freeze.
Even the halos that had just risen hung motionless in midair.
[Beep!]
[The plot has reached a critical point. The Martial Soul lottery pool is now open to the Host.]
"Ooh!"
Lin Jing instantly put on an expression of pure bliss.
"System-chan, I knew you were waiting for this moment!"
"Come on, hurry up! I can't wait!"
The Thunder System didn't take Lin Jing's earlier words to heart—or, more accurately, couldn't be bothered to.
A phantom wheel appeared on the ceiling of the Spirit Awakening Hall.
It was exactly the same as the wheel in the System Space.
The wheel was labeled "Martial Soul Talent."
Its options were Ultimate Martial Soul, Conceptual Martial Soul, Body Martial Soul, Mutated Martial Soul, Plant Martial Soul, Tool Martial Soul, and Beast Martial Soul.
Beast Martial Souls and Tool Martial Souls took up the largest portions.
The one Lin Jing least wanted to draw was Plant Martial Soul, because Trash Martial Souls made up far too large a proportion of them.
"Draw!"
The wheel began spinning rapidly.
Things always went like this in life:
things never went as you wished,
and the more you feared something, the more likely it was to happen.
The wheel finally stopped on the Plant Martial Soul that Lin Jing least wanted to see.
Still, he wasn't discouraged. There were powerful Plant Martial Souls too, such as:
all kinds of Immortal Herbs, the Blue Silver Emperor, the Thunder Hell Vine, and the like.
As Lin Jing's thoughts wandered, the wheel had already entered the Plant Martial Soul draw pool.
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn Plant Martial Soul and entered the Plant Martial Soul draw pool.]
"Just draw already."
The wheel doubled in size. It had at least a thousand Martial Souls on it, leaving Lin Jing dazzled.
He could only wave his hand helplessly and wait for the result.
"Can we skip this?"
Lin Jing had already lost interest in this utterly uninspired wheel, so he asked outright.
[Beep!]
[Congratulations, Host. You have drawn a Plant-type Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass.]
[You have entered the Innate Soul Power draw pool.]
Lin Jing: ?
"What do you mean, Blue Silver Grass?!" Lin Jing shouted.
Time around him had been paused, so he didn't need to hold back.
[But, Host, didn't you say you wanted to skip it...]
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"I was just asking!"
"Just asking! Do you understand?"
"I don't care. This is your fault. I want to draw again!"
"I suspect you set me up!"
Lin Jing folded his arms. Combined with his current appearance as a six-year-old child, the sight was rather distinctive.
[Well... alright.]
The system fell silent for a moment, and the wheel switched back to the Plant Martial Soul lottery pool.
Before Lin Jing could say anything, the wheel began spinning on its own.
Lin Jing didn't mind. It wouldn't do to push the system too far.
In the end, the wheel stopped, and the pointer landed squarely on...
Blue Silver Grass.
Lin Jing's eyes nearly popped out of his head. His face plainly said, System, are you messing with me?
"You set me up!"
Lin Jing pointed straight at the phantom azure-blue screen.
"You definitely set me up! One more time. This time, you can start only when I say so!"
This time, Lin Jing's protest got no response. The wheel had already switched to the Innate Soul Power lottery pool.
After waiting a while longer and seeing that the system was still playing dead,
Lin Jing pursed his lips helplessly. "Draw."
At his command, the wheel began to spin.
Three seconds later, it stopped on level ten.
"System-chan, I was a bit too worked up just now. Don't take it to heart, okay?"
Lin Jing leaned toward the azure-blue screen and gave an awkward smile.
I'll endure it!
One day, I, Lin Jing, will avenge the setup from today!
If I get stuck with such a trash Martial Soul and manage to drive System-chan away too, then I really won't be able to play anymore.
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