Heh...

Qian Mo felt completely numb.

Just moments ago, he had been celebrating drawing the best possible lot after transmigrating, only for it to turn into the worst possible lot in the blink of an eye.

What the hell was this?!

But just as Qian Mo was about to complain to the heavens about messing with him like this, a strange sound suddenly rang out in his mind—

Ding!

Qian Mo's eyes immediately lit up.

Although he had complained plenty in his previous life that the whole system setup was a tasteless joke designed to toy with people's lives...

As a transmigrator, though, who wouldn't want a system that could make life a little easier?

In the old man's eyes, however, Qian Mo looked as though he had suffered a tremendous shock and had been left speechless for a long time.

A trace of pity flashed through the old man's eyes. What a good, sensible child Qian Mo is. His parents' talents weren't bad either, so how did he end up encountering something with such a tiny probability?

Really... sigh...

Filled with sympathy, the old man carefully chose his words and gently patted Qian Mo's little head.

His tone became even softer as he comforted him.

"Don't be sad, Little Mo. Although your Martial Soul has mutated, records of cases like yours do exist in the Martial Soul Hall's archives. You will definitely possess Innate Soul Power and will still be able to cultivate.

So, let's test your Innate Soul Power first.

But you don't need to feel too much pressure. Even if your Innate Soul Power isn't high, you are still a member of our Angel Clan. The family will never abandon any of its members."

The old man's gentle reassurance finally brought Qian Mo back to his senses.

Although he had yet to establish formal contact with the system, the confidence its arrival gave him had already pulled him out of his earlier confusion.

A proper smile returned to his lips as Qian Mo replied.

"I understand, Grandpa Yun. Thank you for your concern."

After the test, Qian Mo's Innate Soul Power was found to be at level three.

Such talent would have been enough to earn him the title of genius among commoners.

But before the Angel Clan, the current version's T0 faction, Qian Mo's talent was clearly bottom-feeder among bottom-feeders.

So the old man spent quite a while comforting Qian Mo again, unwilling to see such a good child give up on his future just because his talent was lacking.

Qian Mo felt the other man's sincere concern, and his heart warmed, though he also found the situation somewhat amusing.

He didn't look that devastated, did he? Was this really necessary?

In the end, Qian Mo said that he did not enjoy fighting and planned to study more knowledge in the future. Becoming a teacher would not be bad either. Only then did he manage to brush the matter aside.

Seeing that Qian Mo's expression was sincere and did not seem feigned, the old man finally relaxed and let him go.

Once he returned home, Qian Mo impatiently tried to use his consciousness to communicate with the glowing speck that seemed to be a system within his mind.

The next instant, the speck of light flickered.

But Qian Mo's smile froze on his face.

There was something wrong with this card!

This wasn't a system at all!

If it wasn't a system, then why the hell had it gone ding earlier?!

But that was not what drove Qian Mo the craziest.

What drove him craziest was one of the three things contained within the glowing speck: a piece of information—or rather, a letter.

That was what he found utterly intolerable!

[Dear Transmigrator Qian Mo,]

[Hello. I am the transmigrator courier who brought you to this world, employee number 9527.]

[First, I need to apologize. My transmigrator delivery order was about to time out, and the higher-ups had strict requirements regarding the data. I also didn't want to lose my job, so I could only forcefully use you to fill the quota. In fact, you didn't need to transmigrate at all.]

Just reading the opening made Qian Mo feel his blood pressure skyrocket, completely shattering his previous image of calm composure.

Although he had merely been an orphan in his previous life, he had worked hard enough to achieve financial freedom by the age of thirty. He had been eating hot pot and watching anime in a luxury apartment.

Yet before he could even enjoy life, he had been forcibly transmigrated!

And he had been transmigrated to Douluo Continent, a feudal era with barely any entertainment. What normal modern person could stand that?!

Qian Mo had recently begun to get used to it. Since there was no fun to be had, he had thought he could just make his own fun.

But now this bastard 9527 was actually saying it had all been his operational error!

Didn't that mean he never needed to transmigrate in the first place and could have comfortably enjoyed the rest of his life?!

Aaaah!!!

At that moment, Qian Mo's desire to stab 9527 had reached its peak!

As for becoming a god after transmigrating to Douluo Continent, achieving immortality, and enjoying ultimate bliss?

Qian Mo was a short-lived species, and one who had suffered for half his life at that. His mind had not yet developed such greed merely because he had finally started enjoying life!

But Qian Mo had clearly underestimated 9527's moral bottom line. The letter continued.

[I know you're angry, but don't get worked up just yet.]

[I did leave you compensation, you know. I guarantee you won't have a bad life on Douluo Continent.]

[And when you see this letter, it means I've already run away.]

[Oh, right. Don't even think about reporting or filing a complaint.]

[Hehe, I knew you would complain, so I didn't give you the system originally prepared for transmigrators. Ehehe~]

[All right, I've said everything I needed to say. Transmigrator Qian Mo, I hope you'll be satisfied with your new life. >3<]

"Heh..."

It turned out that when people were rendered speechless, they really did laugh.

Watching the letter gradually disappear and recalling its contents, Qian Mo could not help suspecting that 9527 was destroying the final piece of evidence of its illegal delivery.

After a moment, Qian Mo let out a helpless sigh.

What was done was done. He might as well see what kind of compensation that innately evil 9527 had left for him to establish himself in this world.

Soon, with a thought from Qian Mo, the other two items within the glowing speck appeared in reality.

They were a card that continuously flashed with multicolored light, and an enormous golden cup.

The instant the two items appeared, Qian Mo's expression became strange.

As a seasoned anime fan, Qian Mo had guessed the golden cup's identity the moment it appeared.

Because it looked exactly like the Holy Grail from the popular IP Holy Grail War, which was said to grant any wish!

And the information transmitted into his mind after he picked it up confirmed his guess.

This really was the Holy Grail he had been thinking of.

The other item was far more interesting.

[Item: SSR Adaptation Template Card]

[Note: Expertly tailored to select the ability template most suitable for you from across the myriad worlds.

Come on! Don't hesitate! This is your best choice for cultivating and growing stronger as quickly as possible!]

Looking at the note, which reeked of a cheap advertisement...

Qian Mo felt that this thing was just as unreliable as that 9527.

But since it cost nothing, Qian Mo did not hesitate any longer and simply activated it.

Ding! Golden Legend!!!