System Lord? What Do You Mean You Leaked the Author's ID Number!

Douluo Continent, the era of Spirit Hall.

[Ding! Detected that the transmigrator's Soul Power has been stagnant for five years. System awakening conditions met!]

"System? So transmigrators really do have systems?"

In a dilapidated thatched cottage, Qin Moyu lay on a hard wooden bed, his body stiffening as he stared in bewilderment at the glowing white light screen that had appeared out of thin air.

The walls of the shack leaked wind, the roof was riddled with holes, and cold air poured relentlessly through the gaps.

The youth's cheeks were gaunt, his skin a sallow yellow from long-term malnutrition, and he wore coarse hemp clothes, looking every bit like a destitute refugee from the lowest rungs of society.

"Five years, five whole years! System, do you have any idea how I've spent these past five years!"

Qin Moyu propped up his weak body and sat up, his face full of grief and indignation, his resentment seemingly taking physical form.

[Host, calm down. Didn't we show up right on time? At most... we're just a tiny, insignificant bit late~]

The glowing white light screen flickered slightly, the system's mechanical voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"A bit?"

Qin Moyu squinted, his gaze filled with extreme resentment. "Are you sure you didn't just forget to ship the order?"

[...]

The light screen dimmed instantly, and the system went silent, playing dead.

For a moment, the air seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Qin Moyu let out a long sigh, forcing his anger back down without saying anything more.

Five years ago, he was a thirteen-year-old middle school student on Earth with a happy family, a sister, and a house. His greatest hobby was reading novels, and on weekends, he liked to use his old man's ID to write novels for his own amusement.

Then, one day after school, he was walking on the sidewalk when, unexpectedly, a strangely shaped purple truck suddenly lost control. His head collided with his "great fortune" in a way that defied logic...

Everything went black, and Qin Moyu lost consciousness on the spot.

The good news was that he died quickly, felt no pain, and didn't have to spend his life as a vegetable.

The bad news was that he had transmigrated to the Soul Land world, and he had transmigrated with his physical body!

Another piece of good news was that Qin Moyu had read Soul Land and knew exactly which timeline he was in: the plot of the first Soul Land.

As all the fans who often transmigrate to Soul Land know, this period is undoubtedly the golden age for an ordinary person to develop in the world of Soul Land.

As the top power on the continent, Spirit Hall monopolized most of the resources, helped commoner spirit masters awaken their spirits for free, and even provided basic spirit master subsidies.

Unlike other periods, where the continent was firmly controlled by Tang Buddha, leaving no chance for a comeback.

Soul Land III was even more hellish; although the God Realm was caught in a space-time turbulence and Tang Buddha temporarily lost his observation of the Douluo Plane.

However, Tang Hao and Ah Yin firmly controlled the globe, and with the Silver Dragon King and Golden Dragon King—those two mountains of beast spirits—crushing down before him, the Abyss Emperor of the Abyss Plane was not someone to be trifled with either.

Not to mention Soul Land IV, where one was only fit to be a dog for the Dragon God's heir...

All in all, Qin Moyu was undoubtedly lucky to have transmigrated to the first Soul Land era.

Relying on the transmigrator's advantage of foresight, as long as he could awaken a spirit with Innate Soul Power, even if it were a pig, he would have a chance to turn his life around.

However, the worse news came.

Because he had transmigrated with his physical body, he was a genuine human from Earth. Not only could he not compare to the "hydrogen-filled" people of Soul Land, but the most fatal part was that he couldn't even awaken a spirit!

A person who could not awaken a spirit was indeed rare on the Douluo Continent...

But such people were undoubtedly worthless and could only remain at the bottom of society for the rest of their lives.

For five whole years, he had huddled in a small village near Suotuo City, relying on his youth and strength to do farm work just to scrape by.

Fortunately, after suffering came the sweetness; the transmigrator's golden finger, the system, had arrived.

"So, transmigrator, system, golden finger—this is the classic protagonist treatment!"

As long as it wasn't a miHoYo savior-type system, he was going to take off!

Qin Moyu suppressed his inner ecstasy, his eyes full of anticipation as he rubbed his hands and asked impatiently, "System Lord, I am your most loyal servant! Loyalty \o\o\o!!!"

"So, do we have a newbie gift pack? What kind of missions will you release later? Can you make me invincible immediately, beating up the little brat and stepping on Douluo Star?"

[I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry.]

Hearing this, Qin Moyu immediately stopped talking, sat up straight, and put on a look of listening intently.

[The full name of this system is the Diary System. The host doesn't need to fight or kill; you just need to write a diary every day to receive generous rewards!]

[How about it? The work is easy, the returns are generous—aren't you super tempted?]

Qin Moyu: "???"

The thatched cottage instantly fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop...

The joyful smile on Qin Moyu's face froze instantly, and he sat on the wooden bed, somewhat dazed.

A diary system? You can become stronger by writing a diary?

Qin Moyu's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help but ask, "Diary system? Just tell me straight, is this one of those crappy things where I write fanfiction in my diary, and then every heroine in Soul Land ends up with a copy?"

System: [???]

666, no steps missed, he knew whether he had opened it or not!

"Do you take me for an idiot? What decent person writes a diary?"

"In my past life, I was a fanfiction writer. These tropes are things I played out years ago. You want to try and fool me?" Qin Moyu snorted coldly, straightening his back, his face full of pride.

System: Heh, this kid isn't stupid?

In fact, the truth was far more outrageous than Qin Moyu had imagined.

This Diary Copy was not only distributed to the various heroines of the Douluo Plane, but heroines from other planes would also receive one...

Even those handsome readers watching the fun from behind their screens beyond the dimension had one!

Yes, that's right, you; you have to read it too!

[Host, please do not slander this system without cause. In this day and age, honest systems like me are rare.]

"Heh! Fine!"

Qin Moyu let out a sarcastic, cynical laugh, not buying it for a second. "Then do you dare swear that the diary's content can only be seen by me, and absolutely no one else can read it?"

[Just tell me whether you want it or not.]

Qin Moyu: ???

"I want it, I want it! Oh, my big brother, I was just joking earlier. How could I not want it!"

Qin Moyu's speed at changing his expression was comparable to flipping a book. He immediately put on a fawning mask and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Hiss, that was just a joke earlier.

He knew clearly that after drifting in the Soul Land for five years, unable to eat his fill or dress warmly, and with his Martial Soul awakening nowhere in sight, this system was his only capital for a turnaround.

If he really let the system run away, he would be stuck in the mud at the bottom for the rest of his life, with nowhere to even cry.

[Please complete the first day's diary entry as soon as possible. Upon completion, you will receive a Newbie Gift Pack.]

The system's prompt sounded in his ears, and Qin Moyu temporarily stopped worrying about the diary leak.

However, before writing the diary, Qin Moyu lowered his voice to probe: "System, besides not being able to fluff the content, is there... can you protect me from being hunted down by the holders of the Diary Copies?"

This point was undoubtedly the most critical, and it would determine the scale of what he wrote in the diary.

Whether to expose himself slightly, or simply write complaints about the original plot while keeping his own origins a secret.

However, even if he wrote the diary in a way that didn't expose himself, there would still be a risk of exposure, just a smaller one...

[Hmm???]

[This is the Soul Land, known as the sewer of fantasy. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of being entangled by your own mother?]

[Host, just be bold and write the diary as you please. No one dares to pose a threat to you.]

The system's mechanical voice was filled with certainty.

Qin Moyu was half-skeptical. "Is that for real? System, would it be convenient to reveal... your strength?"

The system was silent for a long time.

[Processing the host's request, accessing system computing power...]

[Strength dimension calculation complete.]

[ID number: 440902...]

A string of orderly 18-digit numbers appeared right in the center of the light screen.

Qin Moyu's pupils shrank, and he blurted out, almost cursing: "Holy sh*t, doxx..."

Isn't this more sinister than the Spring Autumn Cicada? Wait a minute?

The beginning of this number... this ID number doesn't seem to be his?

Before transmigrating, Qin Moyu was a native of Guangxi. ID numbers started with 45. Those starting with 44 should belong to the folks in neighboring Guangdong, right?

The system seemed to hear the doubts in Qin Moyu's heart, and its mechanical voice sounded slowly:

[Don't overthink it. Of course, this isn't your ID number; it's the author's.]

Holy (ºOº) sh*t, doxx!!!

"That strong?!"

Qin Moyu gasped, shocked.

Now, he was completely relaxed!

Since the system had said so, he could write his diary boldly and confidently. Hehehe!

Qin Moyu instantly put away his cautious posture, put on the smile of a sunny, cheerful boy, and set about writing his first diary entry.

And the moment the diary was generated, in the Soul Land 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Battle Through the Heavens, Martial Universe, The Great Ruler...

Across all timelines, the heroines and female supporting characters all inexplicably found a magnificent Diary Copy in their hands.