Modifying the Narration: Little San Started by Cooking Shit

Holy Spirit Village. Bai Yu had transmigrated.

The standard transmigration package: both parents dead, bare walls, and utter poverty.

Fortunately, the system had arrived.

[Ding! Congratulations on binding to the Text Modification System. You can alter the narration to affect the plot. Current modification opportunities: three basic modifications and one low-level modification.]

"Modify the narration to affect the plot?!"

Bai Yu was overjoyed. This was a freaking conceptual god!

But he quickly calmed down and asked:

"System, if you're this powerful, there must be restrictions, right?"

System: [Yes. I will remind you when specific situations arise.]

After hearing that, Bai Yu rubbed his hands together and said impatiently:

"Quick, give me a plot!"

[Current plot: Six-year-old Bai Yu stood at home, utterly poor.]

[Hint: You can change "six" to "eight," or "stood" to "sat."]

[Hint: Basic modification opportunities can currently change one character, while low-level modification opportunities can change two characters. You may only modify; functions such as adding and swapping have not yet been unlocked.]

Bai Yu chuckled. A basic modification opportunity was enough.

He directly changed "poor" to "rich"!

The system fell silent.

What the hell did "utterly rich" even mean?

Bai Yu anxiously asked:

"System! System, don't go offline!"

Under Bai Yu's urging, a burst of clanging sounds came from the bathroom. He rushed over and saw that the bathwater in the tub had suddenly turned into Gold Soul Coins, nearly blinding him.

A whole tub of Gold Soul Coins!

Bai Yu was stunned. Bathing in Gold Soul Coins—wasn't that being utterly rich?

At that moment, the system said:

[Congratulations on successfully making a modification. You have obtained 1 Point.]

[You will receive 1 Point for every modification. Each Point can be exchanged for one basic modification opportunity. 10 Points can be exchanged for a low-level modification opportunity. 100 Points can be exchanged for a mid-level modification opportunity. 1,000 Points can be exchanged for a high-level modification opportunity. Points can also be exchanged for blind boxes.]

[At 0:00 every day, three free basic modification opportunities will refresh.]

Bai Yu hurriedly asked:

"What's the difference between low-level, mid-level, and high-level modification opportunities?"

[The difference lies in the scope of the modification. Basic modifications have the smallest scope and cannot directly alter strength. The scope of low-level, mid-level, and high-level modifications increases in sequence.]

[Additionally, I need to level up to unlock more functions. Each time you make a modification, I will gain experience. The more your modified plot differs from the original work, the more experience I will gain.]

Bai Yu stroked his chin. In other words, the more outrageous his modifications were, the more experience the system gained?

A thousand absurd ideas immediately flashed through his mind, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Bai Yu covered the bathtub with a cloth, then went to open the door and found Old Jack, the village chief, standing outside.

Old Jack said with a smile:

"Xiao Yu, today is Spirit Awakening Day. Come on, I'll take you to awaken your Martial Soul."

Bai Yu revealed a bright, cheerful smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa Old Jack!"

At that moment, Tang San poked his head out from behind Old Jack. Bai Yu greeted him.

"Hello, Little San!"

The original owner had been a sunny, cheerful boy with good relationships with all the villagers.

Tang San nodded in response. The two followed Old Jack, preparing to gather the other children and awaken their Martial Souls together.

At that moment, Bai Yu checked the system's plot.

[Tang San cooked a bowl of porridge for Tang Hao, then followed Old Jack to awaken his Martial Soul.]

The system provided plot developments at every moment. Bai Yu could check them anytime, anywhere, then decide whether to modify them.

Old Jack had gathered all the eligible children in the village and was preparing to take them for Spirit Awakening. Just then, Tang Hao charged over from the distance while crazily roaring:

"Unfilial son! Unfilial son! I'll beat you to death!"

Tang San was horrified. He had no idea why his father had suddenly gone mad, so he hurriedly hid behind Old Jack.

Old Jack was equally shocked. He quickly shielded Tang San and questioned Tang Hao:

"Tang Hao, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Tang Hao held the hammer he usually used for blacksmithing. He glared furiously at Old Jack, his tongue trembling with rage.

"That unfilial son Tang San cooked me a bowl... cooked me a bowl of..."

Old Jack frowned.

"You think one bowl of porridge isn't enough? Little San is only six. Not only does he have to take care of himself every day, he also has to take care of you. Have you ever thought about what you, as his father, have given him besides more burdens?"

"What the hell do you know?!"

Tang Hao finally got his tongue under control and roared:

"That unfilial son Tang San cooked me a bowl of shit!"

Old Jack scratched at his ear, completely dumbfounded.

The children all froze in place, wondering whether they had misheard.

Even Tang San was dumbfounded, suspecting that his father had gone insane.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth.

"Don't believe me? Then come take a look!"

Everyone followed Tang Hao to his home. On the stove sat a bowl, and inside the bowl was...

"Bleurgh!"

Old Jack's stomach churned. He looked at Tang San and demanded:

"Little San, what do you mean by this? No matter how useless Tang Hao is, he's still your father. Yet you actually... you actually..."

He could not continue.

You actually managed to endure it. Not only had you made a bowl of shit, you had even pinched your nose and cooked it, then thoughtfully served it in a bowl.

The moment Old Jack imagined Tang San standing before the stove, he felt utterly unwell!

Tang San's face turned pale. He did not yet know that Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo, but he could feel that killing intent. With a thud, he dropped to his knees.

"Father, I clearly cooked porridge! I don't know why it turned into this!"

Tang Hao was so furious that his beard trembled as he cursed:

"Bullshit! Are you saying you're insulting my intelligence?!"

Tang San wailed:

"No, Father, that's not what I mean! But I truly don't know what happened!"

Seeing Tang San's pitiful appearance, Old Jack could not help softening. He said to Tang Hao:

"Tang Hao, Little San shouldn't be that kind of person. He probably didn't do this."

Tang Hao suppressed his fury and said:

"If he didn't do it, then did I?"

At that moment, Bai Yu said from the side:

"Uncle Tang Hao, maybe a small animal snuck into your house, drank all the porridge, and then took a huge dump in the bowl."

Old Jack slapped his thigh.

"Xiao Yu has a point! You were asleep at the time anyway, Tang Hao, sleeping like the dead. A little animal could have snuck in without you noticing!"

As though he had seized a lifeline, Tang San was immensely grateful to Bai Yu and followed his explanation.

"Yes, yes, yes, Father! That must be it!"

Only after hearing them say this did Tang Hao reluctantly calm down.

Although he was a Titled Douluo, he really had been asleep just now. He had not released his Soul Power, so he had no idea what had happened.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San.

"Fine. Clean this place up."

Old Jack said:

"Tang Hao, today is Spirit Awakening Day—"

"Hmph. What difference does it make whether he goes early or late? Will his Martial Soul be better just because he goes a few minutes early?"

Tang Hao waved his hand.

"I'm annoyed. I'm going back to sleep. Little San, clean up the house before you go."

"Yes, Father."

Tang San sighed and walked over to pick up the bowl. But when he looked at what was inside, he immediately threw up.

With a strange expression, Old Jack pinched his nose and said:

"Children, let's go awaken your Martial Souls first."

The children beside him took off running the instant they heard that!

It smelled awful!