(ps: Multiple heroines, all captured, handled in batches, everyone becomes a god in the later stages, establishes the God Realm Committee, and changes the rules of Douluo Continent.)
"It hurts..."
Qin Chuan opened his eyes abruptly, the sounds at his ears growing louder and louder.
"Shrek! Shrek!"
"Tang San! Tang San!"
Oh, awesome! I transmigrated, and someone beat me flat right at the start? Who the hell hit so hard?
"Hey, you over there! Can you still move? Give a sound if you can't, I'll have someone carry you down."
Qin Chuan.
These two words fell into his ears, and unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind.
A registration form, which read:
[Qin Chuan, auxiliary system, member of the Spirit Hall team.]
[The finals of the Continental Soul Master Tournament.]
[Spirit Hall team VS Shrek team]
Qin Chuan digested this for two seconds, sorting out the situation.
He was a representative of the Spirit Hall team, an auxiliary soul master.
In today's finals, he had been on the field for less than a few minutes before Tang San smashed him to the ground with a hammer.
The original Qin Chuan was probably out of his mind by now.
Now he was taking over.
Qin Chuan lowered his head and looked at himself.
His black long robe was soaked through with blood and plastered against his body. The left side of his chest had caved in, his right shoulder was dislocated, and the ligaments were torn.
Qin Chuan calculated in his heart: Take another hit, and I probably won't be able to climb back up.
Just at that moment, a prompt popped up in his mind.
[Ding, congratulations to the host, the "God of Drama System" has been successfully bound.]
[Core mechanism 1: Collect emotional value from targets, converting it into points; points can be exchanged for items in the mall.]
[Core mechanism 2: Can open a game arcade; player top-ups convert into Soul Power value.]
[First-time binding bonus: Second Martial Soul, God of Drama.]
[Reward has been issued.]
Qin Chuan felt a surge of joy in his heart.
Pretty nice. If I had come a dozen minutes earlier, I wouldn't have ended up lying on the ground chewing on rocks.
Before he had even managed to clear up the mall interface, something in his body moved.
That thing surged from the deepest depths, forcibly carving out a second space within his sea of Soul Power.
[Second Martial Soul: God of Drama (Ancient Rule Martial Soul)]
[Special passive: Rule-based martial souls are not subject to conventional soul beast advancement limits. As the martial soul rank increases, corresponding soul rings and soul skills will be unlocked automatically, with no need to hunt soul beasts.]
The names of five soul skills poured in right along with it: Coin of Fate, Rock-Paper-Scissors, Truth or Dare...
[Coin of Fate (Single-player game)]
[Gameplay description: Can be activated against any target (including oneself). After opening the gaming domain, the target must guess whether the coin lands on heads or tails. Guess correctly, and full health is restored; guess incorrectly, and rule-based divine lightning will strike down, heavily wounding the target.]
[Can be used a maximum of 10 times a day, with a 24-hour cooldown for the same target.]
[The host has one absolute permission per day to make himself 100% guess correctly.]
As for the games that followed, Qin Chuan only glanced at them, summing it up in five words: Awesome to the max!
Qin Chuan raised his head.
A gray-robed youth stood in the center of the arena, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, standing right in the middle of the arena as his gaze swept across the scene before him.
Tang San.
Six people stood behind the youth. Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong-the Shrek Seven Devils, not a single one missing. They were all carrying injuries, but not a single one had fallen.
On the other side, Hu Liena knelt on one knee amidst the pile of rubble.
Her red battle dress was split open at the waist, and one arm was stained with blood, hanging limply. She propped herself up on a piece of rubble, trying to stand, but her arms trembled twice, her legs softened, and she knelt right back down.
On the Spirit Hall side, Qin Chuan was the only one left who could stand.
Tang San raised the Clear Sky Hammer, looking coldly at the opposite side: "Surrender. There's nothing disgraceful about it."
Waves upon waves of cheers came from the spectator stands.
Hu Liena bit her lower lip and turned her gaze toward the pope's dais.
A person sat at the center of the platform, sitting in the shadows the entire time, without speaking.
At that moment, someone in the front row of the stands shouted: "There's still someone over there, and he seems to want to fight!"
Qin Chuan stood up, blood still hanging at the corners of his mouth, and took two steps forward, loosening his neck.
His bones made a cracking sound, and he frowned slightly himself. Hurt as it might, the sound effect was quite good.
"Tang San, right?"
He spoke, his voice not loud, but everyone listened quietly.
"Come on, play a game with me."
The previously uniform cheers in the stands suffered a brief gap. Someone was confirming whether they had misheard that last sentence.
Hu Liena snapped her head around.
She looked at Qin Chuan for two seconds, rummaging through her memory for the name. An auxiliary-system Soul King from the outer courtyard of Spirit Hall, born with level 8 Innate Soul Power. She had glanced over the list when registering and hadn't looked closer, casually checking off a person, assuming victory was already secured today.
Not long after the match started, he was targeted by the Shrek team first and knocked flat in no time.
Now he wanted to challenge Tang San?
"Qin Chuan, are you crazy? Going up there is just courting death!"
Across the way, Tang San watched this scene, froze for a moment, and burst out laughing.
"Spirit Hall has nobody left?"
Tang San raised his voice.
"An auxiliary, and you still want to turn the tables?"
Ma Hongjun behind him crossed his arms and curled his lip dismissively: "Third Brother, don't soil your hands. I can deal with trash like this with a single soul skill."
Oscar added: "He finally managed to stand up; if you use a soul skill, he'll be flat on the ground again. How inhumane."
The few Shrek members all laughed.
Xiao Wu didn't laugh, but her face was full of doubt: This person is covered in blood, can't even stand steadily, yet he still wants to fight. What is he trying to achieve?
The stands erupted into laughter as well.
"An auxiliary system challenging Tang San? This is the funniest thing today."
"Is Spirit Hall sending people to deliver heads?"
"Forget it, forget it. Let him finish this match, at least he'll have some face when he loses."
"Laugh all you want." Qin Chuan raised his head. "There will come a time shortly when you won't be able to."
He spread his left hand.
A ball of Soul Power twisted and churned in his palm, condensing into a phantom.
It was a dwarven jester, about the length of a chopstick.
It was smiling.
Soul rings lit up beneath Qin Chuan's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.
Five soul rings rose one after another, revolving around his body.
A level 51 Soul King, five soul rings. Placed in today's arena, this rank was not particularly prominent.
The laughter in the stands paused for a moment, then rang out again.
"Twin Martial Souls!"
"He's also a Twin Martial Souls!"
"What martial soul is that? What is that dwarven jester? Has anyone seen it?"
"That's not right, shouldn't a second martial soul have no soul rings?"
The discussions exploded like boiling water. Some people stood up and pushed forward, wanting to see the phantom in Qin Chuan's hand clearly.
Twin Martial Souls were extremely rare on the continent.
Tang San counted as one on the field today, and now another one had suddenly popped out of nowhere.
What was even more concerning than the Twin Martial Souls was that nobody recognized that martial soul, and it even came with five soul rings of its own!
In the Shrek teachers' seating area, Yu Xiaogang frowned and quickly flipped through the martial soul compendiums in his mind.
Tool martial souls, beast martial souls, body martial souls, mutated martial souls-he ran through the classification system he had spent twenty years organizing, and not a single record matched.
Flender asked from the side: "Xiaogang, what is that? Why does his second martial soul have soul rings?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line without answering.
On the pope's dais, Bibi Dong's fingers loosened their grip on the armrest.
Her body leaned forward slightly.
Throughout the entire match, no matter how intense the fighting on the field became, she had leaned back against her chair. She hadn't moved when Tang San unleashed his major move, nor had she moved when Hu Liena was knocked down.
Now, she sat straight.
Because she had seen that pattern.
Many years ago, in the forbidden book repository of the Worship Hall, an ancient book burned by fire depicted an identical smiling face. That page had been sealed separately, stamped with the seal of the third pope, and the marginal note contained only four words:
"Unsealable."
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