System! Han Xin!

Eagles struck the vast sky, fish darted through shallow waters; beneath frost-covered heavens, all creatures vied for freedom.

Lost in the boundless expanse, he asked the vast earth: who ruled the tides of fate?

The first ray of morning sunlight split the darkness over the Heaven Dou Empire. Beneath skies where clouds drifted and gathered, a rooster's crow shattered the nightlong tranquility of Holy Soul Village.

A little boy ran out of the village. He had healthy wheat-colored skin and stood taller than children his age. Beneath his short, bristly hair was a resolute face. Though still young, he already showed hints of greatness. Under his thick black brows were a pair of striking starry eyes. Dressed in a patchwork garment and barefoot, he raced toward a small hill not far away.

The scenery on either side rushed backward, while the sand beneath his feet pricked at his soles.

Breathing in the fresh scent of morning dew mingled with grass, Yang Ming felt the pent-up air in his chest escape, leaving his whole body refreshed and comfortable.

It had been nearly six years since Yang Ming arrived on Douluo Continent. He was now a sturdy six-year-old boy.

To be honest, when he had first transmigrated and become an infant, Yang Ming had been quite shocked. He had actually become the young grandson of Holy Soul Village's chief. Of course, he was not Old Jack's biological grandson, but an adopted one.

In the original story, Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village, had sent gods to school and slapped judges on the head. He was even fiercer than a werewolf, and outrageously arrogant—a true ruthless beast. Doge face manually attached.

At first, Yang Ming had been terrified that the village chief would discover his secret of transmigration. He had lived cautiously, pretending to be like the other little brats and not daring to make any major moves.

However, as time passed, Yang Ming saw that the village chief treated him as his own flesh and blood, without the slightest suspicion. When he realized Old Jack was even stricter with him than other people were with their own children, Yang Ming finally relaxed.

Originally, Yang Ming had not been called by this name. Old Jack had given him an awkward, unpleasant name.

Only after Yang Ming stubbornly insisted did he get to use his current name.

To train Yang Ming and keep him from becoming spoiled from childhood, Old Jack had gone to great lengths. Not only had he made a strict training regimen for Yang Ming, but he had also made him keep his food, clothing, and daily necessities as simple as possible. The patchwork clothes he wore were proof enough.

After racing all the way to the mountaintop, Yang Ming found someone already sitting cross-legged there. It was a boy about his age. His clothes were plain but clean. His skin had a healthy wheat color from frequent exposure to the sun, and his short black hair looked crisp and neat.

"Hey, Third Brother, you're early again today."

Tang San's breathing immediately became erratic, and he nearly went astray in his cultivation. His brow twitched as he turned and shot Yang Ming an annoyed glare, saying helplessly:

"Yang Ming, can you stop calling me Third Brother? It always feels like my seniority has somehow dropped several levels, and I've suddenly gained two older brothers."

"Hehe." Seeing Tang San suffer, Yang Ming chuckled. He threw an arm around Tang San's shoulder and said with a grin, "It's fine. One brother like me is worth two."

"You were only born three seconds before me."

Tang San muttered under his breath, filled with resentment. Even though he had been an elite of the Tang Sect in his previous life, being treated as a younger brother—and not even being allowed to argue—had eventually forced him to accept his fate after all his protests proved useless.

Could he curse him?

Could he hit him?

No. Who told Yang Ming to have such a good father—ah, no, such a good grandfather protecting him?

Watching Yang Ming spread his feet shoulder-width apart, sink into a horse stance, and throw lazy punches to train his strength, Tang San's eyes held a trace of amusement. Compared to Tang San, who possessed the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Yang Ming's crude training methods were far too inefficient. Tang San was confident that even two Yang Mings would not be able to defeat him.

Tang San propped his chin up with one hand and lightly jabbed at Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, you train like this every day, but it doesn't seem like you've gotten anything out of it. Is there any point?"

Yang Ming's resolute face remained unmoved.

Naturally, he knew that his training was limited to the level of an ordinary person and brought little change to his body. Yet he still stubbornly threw punch after punch. He believed that diligence could make up for weakness. In his previous life, he had not been some genius or king of soldiers, merely an ordinary middle school student. Aside from unwavering perseverance, all he had was a heart unwilling to remain ordinary.

Yang Ming knew very well how deep the waters of the Douluo world ran. This world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. If he did not strive to become stronger, perhaps one day powerful experts would pass by and fight, and the shockwaves from their battle alone could kill countless ordinary people.

Here, human lives were sometimes truly worthless.

Hearing Tang San's words, Yang Ming answered evenly:

"A person must have a reason to live."

That was the insight Yang Ming had gained from life these past few days.

The tedious training day and night, the unseen and unsettling future—none of it made Yang Ming give up. He longed to grow stronger, longed to leave Holy Soul Village, and longed to explore the magnificent, wondrous side of this world!

Ding!

Just then, a voice appeared in Yang Ming's mind.

"Congratulations, Host. You have spoken Han Xin's classic line from Honor of Kings and successfully activated the Meme-Making Lottery System."

"As long as you speak the classic lines of characters from films, television dramas, novels, anime, or games before others at an appropriate moment, you will receive one lottery draw. You may randomly obtain that character's abilities or items. If you are lucky, you may even summon the character into existence."

"The Host currently has one lottery opportunity. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"

A system?

Was this the transmigration benefit every transmigrator was supposed to have?

Yang Ming was overcome with emotion. After spending nearly six years on Douluo Continent, he had finally waited for the system to activate.

With such a treasure in his possession, Yang Ming did not dare remain beside Tang San, no matter how close they were. Who knew what strange disturbance the lottery might cause?

Yang Ming rose from his horse stance and began running as usual, jogging around the small hill. Tang San merely assumed his cheap older brother was doing the same thing he always did, so he paid little attention and continued cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Hiding in a shaded spot on the hill, and most importantly, outside Tang San's line of sight, Yang Ming rubbed his palms together and chose "Yes"!

A virtual wheel appeared before Yang Ming.

Honor of Kings had been an extremely popular mobile game in Yang Ming's previous life. Han Xin was one of its most popular jungle heroes, with one passive skill, [Spear of Killing Intent], and three active skills: [Ruthless Charge], [Fight with Back to the Wall], and [Peerless National Warrior].

Yang Ming discovered that the wheel contained not only Han Xin's skills, but also Han Xin's various skins!

Street Fighter, White Dragon Chant, Dream-Chasing Shadow, Papal Envoy, Feiheng!

What were these skins for?

Eh, whatever. He would draw first and worry about it later!

Filled with devotion, Yang Ming prayed inwardly:

"Heavens above, earth below, can you let me be lucky just once?"

Lottery draw!

The next moment, when Yang Ming saw what he had drawn, he was somewhat astonished!

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