Martial Soul Mutation, the Winged Boy

Chapter 1: Martial Soul Malformation, Winged Boy

(ps: ooc warning. The male lead's persona is not a direct copy of Sunday, but rather a non-idealistic form of Sunday imagined after he became a fugitive lord.

Also, long live the Seven-Day Rest ≧▽≦!)

"Hahaha, someone! Give her a tattoo!

I want to make sure she can't pass the civil service exams! She'll be exploited by us capitalists for the rest of her life!"

"Hakimi Mambo Rudo~"

"Ahhh!!! Don't you come over here!"

At the end of a chaotic dream, facing Great Fortune Immortal Venerable Qian Mo who had just smashed through the wall from the eighteenth floor, he woke up instantly in a fright. Not only was his breathing rapid, but he was also covered in cold sweat, showing he had truly been scared quite badly.

Yet that final scene was not an absurd dream, but rather the very end of Qian Mo's past life in reality.

At the same time, the rest of the dreams were not meaningless nonsense, but rather fragments of memory from Qian Mo's previous life.

Because of these fragmented memory-dreams over this period, Qian Mo awakened his past-life wisdom, realizing he was not a native resident of Douluo Continent, but a transmigrator blown over by Great Fortune Immortal Venerable.

Calming his emotions and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Qian Mo stepped off the bed to wash up, then looked at himself in the mirror.

The mirror reflected a toddler around six years old, just over a meter tall, with a head of soft, light blue-gray semi-long hair and a pair of golden eyes.

Though still very young, one could already tell he would grow up to be a handsome young man who could rival the readers.

With obsessive-compulsive precision, he smoothed down the last bit of cowlick that had stuck up from sleeping.

Qian Mo gave a satisfied smile at his reflection in the mirror, an uncontainable elation hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Because he was already six years old today.

Today was the time to taste the world's special Martial Soul Awakening that one simply had to experience upon coming to Douluo Continent!

Yet Qian Mo was an adult after all, and instead of rushing impatiently to awaken, he first appeased his stomach before leisurely heading toward the Awakening Hall.

After all, no matter who went hungry, one couldn't let a child go hungry.

Qian Mo walked down a familiar street, where the houses in this area were just like his own—two-story duplex villas.

Though none were luxurious, they gave an aesthetic impression of neat order, and every single household featured special humanoid decorations with six wings sprouting from their backs on their roofs, declaring their special connection to one another.

Looking at these familiar sights, Qian Mo's mood only grew better.

Because as a former fan of Douluo Continent, Qian Mo knew the essence of cultivation on this continent all too well.

When it came down to it, aside from those extremely rare examples of beneficial Martial Soul mutations, this was a world determined by bloodline.

Therefore, without a system, if his parents were still standard trash martial souls like Blue Silver Grass or stones, his life would be completely finished.

Even all the modern knowledge Qian Mo had stuffed in his head that could make him super rich in this era was useless.

Because in front of privileged classes like the nobility and various powerhouses, Qian Mo simply lacked the ability to hold onto that wealth.

The ultimate result would either be reduced to a tool for these people to make money, or being directly wiped out after his last shred of utility was squeezed dry.

Fortunately, after the brief confusion upon first awakening his past-life wisdom.

Qian Mo discovered with extremely good fortune that he had been born into the strongest family of the Douluo I era: the Angel Clan of Martial Soul Hall, and all his worries instantly vanished.

Because this meant that although it was unlikely he would awaken the main bloodline's peerless God-grade Martial Soul—the Six-Winged Angel—born straight to them.

Even if it were a secondary or several-tiers-lower Angel Martial Soul, he still wouldn't be a commoner at the mercy of others.

However, as he walked, Qian Mo let out a sigh.

Because Qian Mo had been an orphan in his previous life, and in this life he had finally managed to be born into a family with parents, but unfortunately, before he awakened his past-life wisdom, his parents had died in the line of duty while hunting down evil spirit masters.

Yet thinking of this, Qian Mo's lips twitched slightly.

How careless does one have to be for two Angel Martial Souls with racial superiority against evil spirit masters to still be counter-killed by the enemy?

How could they even play?!

Still, thinking of the Chicken-Leg Douluo from ten thousand years later.

And Dragon Duke Meng Shu, a Soul Douluo who couldn't even capture a single thousand-year soul beast, Qian Mo grew resigned.

At the same time, he mentally warned himself to be steady and not act rashly!

Otherwise, he would become a clown!

Walking for about ten minutes or so, Qian Mo arrived at the Awakening Hall where the Angel Clan handled Martial Soul awakenings.

Although Martial Soul City had a dedicated Martial Soul Awakening Hall set up by Martial Soul Hall, Qian Mo was, after all, a member of the Angel Clan, and naturally wouldn't awaken his martial soul in plain sight like those commoner soul masters.

Or rather, virtually any sizable family would never casually leak the news of their younger generation's martial soul awakening.

After all, in this dark and feudal era, examples of assassinating geniuses had long been commonplace, and even the Angel Clan of the past had hardly been exempt from it.

Precisely because of this, there had been the major event over a dozen years ago where Qian Daoliu washed the mainland's powerhouses in blood to restore Martial Soul Hall's prestige.

"Hello, Grandpa Yun."

Qian Mo respectfully greeted an elderly man lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun outside the hall doors.

Hearing Qian Mo's call, the old man only then seemed to have just noticed him, a benevolent smile hanging on his face as he spoke to Qian Mo warmly.

"It's little Mo. Counting the time, you've turned six as well. Here to awaken your martial soul, are you?"

"Yes, Grandpa Yun. Sorry to trouble you."

"Heh heh, no trouble at all."

Amidst casual and mundane conversation, the two of them had already entered the Awakening Hall.

Because they had to use it frequently, the awakening array inside the hall already had the awakening stones set in place without needing to be rearranged, and the two of them quickly stood at their respective positions.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Qian Mo exclaimed in admiration.

He saw the old man perform Martial Soul Possession, three pairs of pure, sacred wings unfurling behind his back, while circles of soul rings began to gradually emerge around him.

Moreover, his soul ring configuration was the terrifying two yellows, two purples, and five blacks!

This old man whom Qian Mo addressed as Yun was impressively a terrifying powerhouse whose strength had reached Title Douluo!

Although Qian Mo had long guessed that this old man resembling a retired grandpa was no weakling.

Such a level of cultivation still startled him quite a bit!

Yet upon further thought, Qian Mo realized it made sense.

Although secondary Angel Martial Souls were inferior to the Six-Winged Angel.

There were still quite a few like Ye Guyi from Peerless Tang Clan whose Sacred Angel Martial Soul could level up by slaying evil spirit masters.

As long as one didn't suffer an early demise like his own ill-fated parents, wasn't it completely normal to reach this age and possess Title Douluo strength?

"Yet if that's the case, then why didn't a single powerhouse from the Angel Clan come out to help fight during the Battle of Jialing Pass?

There was indeed an Angel Legion, but it seemed there was no mention of any Angel Clan powerhouses inside it?"

Qian Mo thought strangely, feeling as though his brain was about to grow wrinkles.

Seeing Qian Mo's shock and satisfying his own desire to show off.

The old man didn't dawdle, directly channeling his soul power into the awakening array, and instantly dots of light filled the air.

Martial Soul Awakening had begun!

In an instant, Qian Mo felt as though he were immersed in a warm ocean, a feeling indescribably comfortable, and the strange thoughts in his mind were instantly washed away.

Yet this comfort came quickly and went quickly.

Qian Mo recovered his senses shortly, feeling a slight itch behind both ears, though ignoring it since his head didn't feel pointy.

Then Qian Mo looked at the old man, preparing for the next step of Innate Soul Power testing, only to meet the old man's complex gaze.

A jolt went through Qian Mo's heart, and a sense of ominousness welled up naturally.

At this moment, his brain, which had short-circuited due to the earlier comfortable sensation, came back online, and Qian Mo quickly discovered his own anomaly.

According to the knowledge Qian Mo had previously self-taught in advance, soul masters would gain an extra core on their bodies after awakening their martial soul.

Its external manifestation was the comic version's setting that Qian Mo had encountered when he fell into the Douluo fandom: the Soul Mark.

Right now, however, Qian Mo could not feel his own martial soul core at all?!

Swallowing hard with some difficulty, Qian Mo forced an awkward smile and looked at the old man, asking cautiously.

"Grandpa Yun, is the awakening array broken? Why couldn't I feel my martial soul?"

The old man sighed, patted Qian Mo's head with some pity, then pointed toward Qian Mo's ear and said with regret.

"Child, the array isn't broken. Your martial soul has awakened, but it underwent a mutation.

And it's an extremely rare physical mutation. Touch behind your ears and you'll know—a pair of small wings is growing right there now."

Hearing this, Qian Mo raised both hands and instantly touched the small wings the old man had mentioned.

These small wings were not the manifested soul power of Martial Soul Possession, but possessed a genuine flesh-and-blood texture.

Qian Mo froze slightly, instantly understanding what kind of situation he was in.

This was a type of martial soul mutation, though Qian Mo had no idea whether it was good or bad.

Because the only similar example Qian Mo knew of was a cat-girl put up for auction in the original work whose situation resembled his own, while the Third Young Master hadn't written anything more about it, as if merely to satisfy his whimsical desire for bizarre play.