System Rules

After entering Room 109, Xuan Xiao's face went completely dark.

The entire room contained only two wooden plank beds and a battered wooden table that creaked incessantly.

The walls were badly mottled, with chunks of plaster falling away, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the floor.

Most importantly, this dump did not even have a private bathroom.

How had he forgotten about that?

Shrek Academy's dormitories were famously shabby. He had seen that mentioned more than once in the original novel.

But seeing it with his own eyes was still shocking.

How was this fit for people to live in? It was clearly a pigsty.

Xuan Xiao stood at the door with a dark expression, growing more stifled the more he thought about it.

He was a Rank 39 Soul Elder, with hundreds of thousands of Deviation Points in his pocket, yet he had to live in a place like this.

What the hell was this?

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the dormitory with a grim face, only to find Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong still glaring at each other.

Huo Yuhao stood there with the injuries on his face still untreated. Wang Dong had just climbed out of the pit, covered in dust and grime. The two glared at each other, neither willing to back down first.

Xuan Xiao could not be bothered with them and headed directly toward the commercial district.

He urgently needed to buy some daily necessities. Otherwise, he would not even be able to make a place to sleep tonight.

Meanwhile, Mu En had arrived at the office of the dean of the Outer Court.

Yan Shaozhe was seated behind his desk reviewing documents. When he saw Mu En push open the door and enter, he quickly stood up.

"Teacher? Why have you come here at this time?"

There was some surprise in his voice. Mu En rarely took the initiative to visit his office.

Mu En did not stand on ceremony and sat down directly on the sofa.

"I came across an interesting little fellow. Have the new student registration materials arrived?"

Yan Shaozhe froze for a moment and shook his head.

"Not yet. They should be here soon."

As he spoke, he respectfully stepped forward and poured Mu En a cup of tea.

The tea had barely been poured when someone knocked on the office door.

Du Weilen entered carrying a stack of registration forms. Seeing Mu En there as well, he hurriedly bowed.

"Elder Mu, Dean Yan, new student registration has ended. These are this year's registration forms."

Yan Shaozhe took the stack of forms and was about to place them on the desk when Mu En spoke.

"Find the information on a new student who is a Rank 39 Soul Elder."

The moment those words came out, Yan Shaozhe's hand froze in midair.

Several huge question marks seemed to pop up over Du Weilen's head.

Rank 39?

A new student?

When had Shrek gotten someone this incredible?

The two looked at each other, seeing shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Yan Shaozhe was the first to react. He hurriedly opened the stack of registration forms and began searching through them one by one.

Du Weilen also came over to help. After searching for quite a while, the two finally found Xuan Xiao's registration form.

The instant Yan Shaozhe picked it up and looked at it, his eyes turned red.

It was an almost greedy gleam, like a starving wolf that had gone three days and nights without food spotting a slab of fat meat.

"Twelve years old, Rank 39, Martial Soul: Wind Elf..."

He muttered the contents of the registration form, his voice trembling.

This kind of genius had to remain in the Martial Soul Department. He absolutely could not let those people from the Soul Guidance Department see him.

Rank 39 at twelve years old. Even his disciple Ma Xiaotao, who had grown up within the Golden Tree since childhood and been supplied with all kinds of precious resources as if they cost nothing, had only reached Rank 39 at twelve and a half.

What did that mean?

It meant that Xuan Xiao's talent completely crushed that of his disciple.

At the very least, he would reach Rank 98 in the future. He might even reach Rank 99.

They only needed to indoctrinate him and make him utterly loyal to Shrek. Then Shrek would have no worries for the next hundred years.

As for the position of Master of Sea God's Pavilion? He had not considered it.

After all, the boy was still an outsider. How could the position of Master of Sea God's Pavilion be handed to an outsider?

Yan Shaozhe's lips trembled slightly as his fingers clenched tightly around the registration form, his knuckles turning white.

Seeing how excited he was, Mu En lifted his teacup and took another sip, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"What? Tempted?"

Yan Shaozhe immediately nodded, afraid that if he nodded too slowly, his teacher would change his mind.

"Teacher, this child must stay in the Martial Soul Department. I'll personally teach him."

As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with excitement, as though he could already see Shrek's Martial Soul Department dominating the continent in the future.

But Mu En shook his head, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather.

"You won't do."

Yan Shaozhe grew anxious, his voice rising several pitches.

"Teacher!"

He did not understand why his teacher had refused. With such an outstanding prospect, they should seize the chance to train him. What if the Soul Guidance Department snatched him away?

By then, it would be too late for regrets.

Mu En glanced at him, his eyes as still as a dead pool without the slightest ripple.

"I can tell that although that child is mild-tempered, he has his own pride."

"If you use your methods on him, he'll leave immediately."

Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but could not say anything.

He had indeed been planning to do exactly that.

First, give him a little in the way of resources. Then use Shrek's glory to bind him, making him develop a sense of belonging to Shrek from the bottom of his heart. In the end, make him willing to stay in Shrek even if it meant betraying his family.

He had used this method countless times, and it had never failed.

But since his teacher had said it would not work, that path was closed.

Yan Shaozhe frowned and thought for a long while before finally gritting his teeth.

Since his teacher had said no, then he could only lower himself and take the boy as his disciple.

But before accepting him as a disciple, he still needed to put him through a test.

He wanted to see whether this Xuan Xiao was truly as outstanding as his teacher claimed.

Meanwhile, Xuan Xiao had already reached the commercial street of Shrek City.

Looking at the street before him, he could not help rubbing the bridge of his nose.

This street felt strange. It was both ancient and modern at the same time.

It resembled ancient times because all the buildings on both sides of the street were built in an old-fashioned style, with red bricks, green tiles, upturned eaves, and an antique charm.

It resembled modern times because people's daily lives were also assisted by some Soul Tools.

Some people used Soul Tool lamps for lighting, some used Soul Tool stoves for cooking, and others rode Soul Tool bicycles through the streets.

The entire scene blended together into an indescribably jarring sight.

Honestly, Xuan Xiao's attitude toward Soul Tools was that it was enough to know how to use them.

It was like the machines from his previous life. As long as he could use one after buying it and perform simple repairs, that was enough.

But if someone asked him to make one, then forget it. He did not have the brains for that.

Just thinking about those precise, delicate things gave him a headache.

What he needed to do now was survive.

Since he had come to a world with supernatural powers, naturally he wanted immortality.

In this world, the condition for immortality was reaching Rank 100 and becoming a god.

He did not actually have much time.

According to the historical development of the original novel, the Sun Moon Empire would begin a war in less than ten years.

At that time, the entire continent would be engulfed in flames. Before then, he had to possess enough strength to ensure he would not perish.

And if he wanted to become a god, he had to get past Tang Buddha. Tang San would never allow anyone outside the Tang Clan to become a god.

Unfortunately, he was not the sort of person who liked acting as someone else's dog. That meant the two of them were naturally destined to stand on opposing sides.

So even with a cheat, he still had to act cautiously.

Who knew whether Tang Buddha might shamelessly descend like a deus ex machina and destroy him just because he accidentally affected some part of the plot?

Wang Dong was in the lower realm. That alone was the perfect excuse.

Even the God of Destruction would not stop him over that.

One day in the God Realm was one year on the Douluo Continent.

At this point in time, the God of Destruction had only just begun confronting Tang San.

He had to use this period to improve his cultivation as much as possible.

At the very least, before Tang San noticed him, he needed the strength to protect himself.

Xuan Xiao suddenly remembered something.

How exactly was the acquisition rate for his Deviation Points calculated?

With a thought, a virtual panel that only he could see appeared before him.

It clearly listed the grading rules for Deviation Points.

"So that's how it is."

The degree to which the plot was changed could be divided into three levels.

Level one consisted of small matters, such as losing a sparring match. The reward ranged from one hundred to five thousand.

Level two involved stealing minor opportunities. For example, if someone obtained a Soul Bone or rare Soul Ring in the original novel and he intercepted it first, the reward ranged from five thousand to fifty thousand.

Level three involved major opportunities, such as intercepting someone on Electrolux's level.

Without him, something like Soul Spirits would never have appeared, and the future course of the entire Douluo Continent would have changed because of it.

Rewards at that level started at ten thousand, with no upper limit.