Can You Handle a Hundred Tons of Love?

Su Yuntao shook his head, turned, and left the village without lingering for even a moment.

Even so, the village chief and the villagers escorted him several miles beyond the village before returning.

As for Lu Yuan, who had awakened zero innate Soul Power and a useless Martial Soul, he had no value worth cultivating.

He did not even meet Spirit Hall's minimum standard. Su Yuntao had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

"Ah, another disappointment!" He glanced back at Fallen Soul Village, sighed, then turned and strode away.

That evening, the village chief gathered everyone at the village entrance.

They drove Lu Yuan out of Fallen Soul Village as though he were a plague.

"Get lost, you useless idiot! Don't ruin Fallen Soul Village's good fortune!"

"A trash Martial Soul and zero Soul Power! Just looking at you brings bad luck!"

"You'd be better off dying out there! Never come back to Fallen Soul Village!"

"We thought you might awaken a decent Martial Soul and give us something to brag about. Who knew you'd get a handcart for hauling manure? Get lost! What a waste of hope."

The village chief was kind enough to toss a bag of provisions at Lu Yuan's feet.

"Take that food and get out! Fallen Soul Village doesn't need people like you," the village chief said, waving him away impatiently.

But the moment the bag hit the ground, several children rushed over and kicked it open. The food spilled everywhere, and Fatty and the others trampled it to crumbs.

Lu Yuan understood now. All the help they had given him before was because they had hoped he would awaken a Martial Soul that would bring them prestige—and someday repay them.

Now that they had seen his Martial Soul Truck and decided it was trash, they were driving him away.

Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh, turned, and walked out of Fallen Soul Village without looking back.

He did not pick up a single piece of the filthy, trampled food.

A dozen or so minutes later, Lu Yuan reached the woods. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

A handcart?

These fools didn't know a damn thing.

This was a truck.

He crossed a small hill and entered the denser forest beyond.

Lu Yuan looked around. No one was there. He heard only the wind and the occasional low growl of a Spirit Beast.

But this truck was completely different from the one that had brought him to this world.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised a hand.

His Martial Soul Truck appeared before him.

The truck in front of him was battered and ugly. It really did look like a handcart.

"As long as I keep getting stronger, this truck will be my greatest asset!" Lu Yuan said, his eyes gleaming as he looked at it.

Just then, a mosquito flew over his head with a faint buzz.

The next second, something suddenly sounded in Lu Yuan's mind.

At the same time, a cold notification rang out in his head:

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host! Martial Soul Truck binding successful!]

[Beginner gift pack awarded!]

[Open it?]

Delighted, Lu Yuan answered with a thought. "Open it."

A flash crossed the interface before his eyes.

[Congratulations, host! You have received a Level 20 Soul Power Supplement, the Chaos Origin Returning Heart Method, and the innate soul skill Overload Mechanism.]

Lu Yuan's pupils contracted. "What?"

Another interface appeared before him.

[Level 20 Soul Power Supplement: Upon use, the host's Soul Power will immediately rise by 20 levels.]

Lu Yuan did not hesitate. He grabbed the [Level 20 Soul Power Supplement] that appeared through the system, pulled out the stopper, and downed it in one gulp.

In an instant, Lu Yuan opened his eyes and slowly exhaled. Vast energy surged through his limbs and body.

"So this is the power of a level 20 soul master? Fuck, this feels amazing."

Then Lu Yuan looked at the other rewards.

[Chaos Origin Returning Heart Method: Accelerates the host's Soul Power cultivation and restores spent Soul Power as quickly as possible, including during combat.]

Lu Yuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "This is even better than Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill..."

Then he read the description of his first innate skill.

[Overload Mechanism: For ten minutes after activation, carrying capacity is forcibly increased to ten times its current limit. During this period, impacts ignore suppression from level differences. The host is automatically purified and cannot be controlled or suppressed.]

[Cooldown: 24 hours.]

[Current carrying-capacity limit: 10 tons! Combined with the host's current strength, this provides combat power equivalent to level 30.]

[With Overload Mechanism active, carrying capacity leaps from 10 tons to 100 tons. Combined with the host's current strength, this provides combat power equivalent to level 50.]

"Holy shit!" Lu Yuan could not help shouting.

"Activate Overload Mechanism now!"

At Lu Yuan's command, it activated.

The Martial Soul Truck before him suddenly expanded and transformed. Metal twisted, the frame reassembled, and two tires became six. The rust peeled away like old paint, revealing gleaming black metal beneath.

Within a few breaths, a jet-black light truck, a full three meters tall, stood before Lu Yuan.

Its two headlights shone like the eyes of a dragon of chaos, casting a cold glow through the dense woods.

The body was covered in welded steel, giving it a powerful industrial look. Black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe at the rear.

Lu Yuan stared, dumbfounded.

After two full seconds, he stepped forward and touched the door handle.

His gaze hardened. He pulled the handle and leaped inside.

Lu Yuan sat in the driver's seat, looking at the speedometer on the dashboard and the accelerator beneath his foot. Then he gripped the familiar steering wheel and smiled. "That's Overload Mechanism for you! Time to tear through this forest..."

He started the engine and stepped on the gas.

The jet-black light truck roared to life and sped off, charging through the dense trees and undergrowth.

The thunder of its engine instantly drew the attention of the Spirit Beasts deep in the forest.

A hundred-year Red-Mane Fanged Boar emerged with a roar.

Seven or eight more Red-Mane Fanged Boars followed behind it, glaring at Lu Yuan for interrupting their late-night meal.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes. "Perfect. Let's see what this truck can do!"

He wrenched the steering wheel and floored the accelerator. The truck gave a low growl, its six tires tearing at the earth as it hurtled straight toward the Red-Mane Fanged Boars.

As the boars drew closer, fearless resolve spread across Lu Yuan's face. Then he shouted:

"Can you handle a hundred tons of love?"