South of Nuoding City lay Emperor Soul Village.
The village had earned its name because it had once produced a Soul Emperor.
At that moment, in the center of Emperor Soul Village...
"Hahaha, what the heck is that? A toy?"
"This is my first time seeing a toy martial soul. What can that thing do? Smack people?"
"I'm dying here! Hahaha!"
Su Mo was rather speechless. They all came from the same village-who was better than whom?
He had no idea what they were laughing about. Did they really think they could awaken martial souls stronger than his?
He knew full well that many people awakened hoes, sickles, and the like.
And most of them did not even have soul power.
He had no idea where these fellows got the confidence to mock him.
Su Mo ignored the laughter around him and looked at the martial soul in his hand instead. His expression turned strange. It looked far too familiar. Wasn't this a gashapon machine?
Su Yuntao frowned and snapped, "Quiet!"
Only then did the children laughing loudly inside the room shut their mouths.
One by one, they glanced at Su Yuntao in fear.
They finally remembered that a Lord Soul Master was still here.
Su Yuntao sighed, assuming Su Mo had taken a blow to his confidence, and comforted him. "Child, I've never seen your martial soul either, but judging by its appearance, it should be a mutated tool martial soul. Test your soul power first."
"If you have soul power, you'll definitely be able to become a Soul Master someday."
He took out a crystal ball and asked Su Mo to place his hand on it.
Su Mo reached out and did so.
"Level-three innate soul power. Not bad. As long as you cultivate diligently, becoming a Soul Grandmaster like me one day isn't out of the question."
Su Yuntao nodded in satisfaction. He had visited many villages that day, and this was the first child with soul power.
"All right, step aside for now. Next, Wang Tiezhu."
Su Mo bowed in thanks. "Thank you, Lord Soul Master."
This was none other than Su Yuntao, whom netizens in his previous life had jokingly dubbed Blind Douluo.
Still, Su Mo had a very favorable impression of him.
There were hundreds of villages around Nuoding City.
Yet Su Yuntao had painstakingly traveled to every last one to awaken martial souls for ordinary children.
That alone was enough to earn respect.
After stepping to the back, Su Mo did not rush to examine his martial soul. Instead, he wanted to see what martial souls the people who had mocked him would awaken.
Sure enough, the results were exactly as he expected: hoes, sickles, and even one who got nothing but a wooden stick.
And not a single one of them had soul power.
The louder they had laughed earlier, the lower their heads hung now.
Whenever they caught Su Mo's gaze, they all avoided his eyes.
Two of the less resilient children even burst into tears.
Su Mo shook his head. He did not mock them in return. They were just a bunch of children; he was not about to haggle over every little slight with these brats.
He was a transmigrator, after all.
In his previous life, Su Mo had been a game designer at a gacha game company. After dying suddenly from overwork, he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.
He had become an orphan. Fortunately, his parents in this world had left him a fair amount of money, so his life had not been too hard.
Now he had even awakened a gashapon machine as his martial soul. Su Mo felt as though some malicious force had singled him out.
He returned home.
Su Mo closed the door.
He summoned his martial soul. From the moment he had awakened it, he had felt a transparent coin taking shape.
The instant he summoned the Gashapon Machine, that coin dropped into his hand.
Holding the coin, he looked at his Gashapon Machine martial soul. It was not much different from the gashapon machines he had seen in his previous life.
Inside a glass dome sat a collection of colorful capsules.
Below it were a coin slot and a dispensing opening.
He inserted the coin into the slot.
Then the capsules inside the Gashapon Machine began tumbling.
He had to admit, watching it really did feel like playing with a gashapon machine.
When the Gashapon Machine stopped, a golden capsule rolled out of the dispensing opening.
Su Mo caught it in his hand. The golden capsule split open immediately, and a ray of golden light shot straight into the space between his brows.
His left eye hurt as though it were being scorched by flames, then felt as though lightning had struck it.
He covered his left eye and endured the torment.
Only after a long while did he open his left eye again.
At the same time, information flowed into his mind: god-level martial soul, the Eye of Thunder.
"Hiss-wait, this thing can dispense martial souls?!"
Su Mo was stunned. Drawing a martial soul from a martial soul was a little outrageous.
He found a mirror and froze when he saw his left eye.
"Holy shit, did I mutate?"
The pupil of his left eye had turned silvery white, with faint threads of lightning flickering across it.
Instinctively, he reached up to touch his left eye.
Then he discovered a wisp of white electric arc suddenly emerging from his fingertip.
"This..."
He stared at the electric arc in his hand, at a loss for words.
Su Mo sensed the power inside his body. It surged like a raging tide, and his soul power had increased too.
"I'm already level ten?"
He was a little surprised, but when he remembered that the martial soul he had drawn was god-level, he accepted it.
"But what exactly is going on with me now?"
Su Mo looked at himself in the mirror. His left pupil was silvery white, while his right was pitch-black.
"I have to say, it looks pretty cool. Amaterasu!"
"Ahem, that was a bit edgy, but just right for someone my age."
He composed himself and summoned the Gashapon Machine again.
"So it really is a gashapon machine. I wonder when the next coin will finish forming."
Three days later, at the Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy.
Since Su Mo was the only person in Emperor Soul Village to awaken with soul power, the village's sole work-study student place naturally went to him.
To avoid being stopped at the gate like Tang San, Su Mo splurged on a new set of clothes.
And, of course, he did not forget to buy a quilt.
Otherwise, he would end up just like Tang San. If not for Yu Xiaogang, Tang San probably would not even have had a quilt to cover himself with.
The enrollment process went smoothly.
When he pushed open the door with his quilt in hand, several people were already inside.
Dorm Seven. Su Mo had never expected to be assigned to Dorm Seven by such a coincidence.
Seeing Su Mo enter, Wang Sheng stood up and asked haughtily, "A new work-study student?"
"That's right." Su Mo nodded. He could more or less guess who the boy was.
"My name is Wang Sheng. My martial soul is the War Tiger, and I'm a future Battle Soul Master. I'm the boss here. Kid, what's your name, and what's your martial soul?"
"Su Mo. My martial soul is the Gashapon Machine."
"Huh?!" Wang Sheng dug at his ear, not quite catching it.
"The Gashapon Machine. A kind of mutated tool martial soul," Su Mo explained after a moment's thought.
Wang Sheng waved a hand. "Never heard of it. Forget it, that doesn't matter. Do you know the rules? In Dorm Seven, whoever's strongest is the boss. Newcomer, we fight first."
"You should've said so sooner." Su Mo smiled. He set his quilt on the floor, then opened his left eye.
A wisp of electric arc appeared at his fingertip.
He merely flicked his finger. Before Wang Sheng could react, an electric arc struck him and sent him crashing into the wall behind him.
Dead silence filled the room. Everyone stared at Su Mo.
"Well? Isn't it time you called me boss?" Su Mo asked Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng stood up, clutching his chest, and called out with complete sincerity, "Boss!"
Su Mo nodded in satisfaction. He had just placed his quilt on a bed.
Another person walked through the doorway.
Wang Sheng stood up. "Newcomer, do you know the rules?"
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