When Yi Yun opened his eyes, there was only one thought in his head.
This bed is so soft.
Wait, that's not the point.
The point was, he remembered eating instant noodles in his rented apartment last night while watching the Douluo Continent anime. How had he woken up in such a luxurious bed?
Silk bedding, gold-threaded curtains, and even the faint scent of ambergris burning in the room.
With furnishings like these, he was either a domineering CEO or an ancient emperor.
Yi Yun abruptly sat up and instinctively looked at his hands.
Fair and slender, with well-defined knuckles-clearly hands that had never done any work.
No, his original hands had never done any work either. After all, how would a corporate drone working nine to nine, six days a week, have the energy for manual labor?
But that wasn't the point.
The point was, a vast amount of information suddenly flooded his mind, as though someone had forcibly crammed an entire encyclopedia into it.
[Ding! The host has successfully transmigrated to the Douluo Continent!] [Current Soul Power Level: Level 99 Peerless Douluo] [Martial Soul 1: Chaos Sacred Dragon (Top-tier Power Attack System)] [Martial Soul 2: Space-Time Magic Mirror (Top-tier Support/Control System)] [Overall Evaluation: How lonely it is to be invincible]
Yi Yun: "..."
I'm already at max level?
I haven't even started trying yet.
Still, Yi Yun quickly calmed down.
As a veteran webnovel reader, he was all too familiar with this formula: transmigration, max level, two god-tier martial souls. Wasn't this the standard opening for a wish-fulfillment novel?
He took a deep breath, got out of bed, and walked toward the mirror in the room.
Then he froze.
The man in the mirror had sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a face like polished jade. Black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, and his tall, slender figure had an otherworldly air.
Simply put, he was too handsome to look real.
Yi Yun touched his face, confirmed this wasn't the result of plastic surgery, and nodded in satisfaction.
"I give this opening full marks."
He tried circulating the soul power inside him, and a tremendous force instantly surged through his entire body. It felt like upgrading straight from a bicycle to a fighter jet.
Yi Yun clenched his fists, feeling the terrifying energy flowing through his fingertips, and suddenly felt a little like crying.
Someone who couldn't even stick to a workout routine in his previous life had become a peerless powerhouse in this one. What kind of heavenly treatment was this?
He casually threw a punch.
Boom!
A huge hole blasted straight through the wall, and sunlight and cold wind poured in together.
Yi Yun: "...I wasn't even trying."
Screams and footsteps came from outside. Clearly, the commotion he had caused had alarmed everyone in the estate.
An old man who looked like a steward rushed in in a panic. Seeing the huge hole in the wall, then looking at the completely unharmed Yi Yun, he was so frightened that he dropped straight to his knees.
"Y-young master! Are you all right?"
Yi Yun calmly withdrew his fist and said without a change of expression, "I'm fine. I just wanted to test a new move. It was a little more powerful than I expected."
The steward stared at the hole, two meters in diameter, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
You call this a little more powerful???
This wall was built from granite!
"Young master, you're already a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. Perhaps you shouldn't test moves like this in your room..." the steward suggested tremulously.
Yi Yun raised an eyebrow. "What about level ninety-nine?"
The steward looked helpless. "You're the youngest Peerless Douluo on the continent. You could hardly find more than a few powerhouses across the entire continent who can match you."
Yi Yun was ecstatic inside, but on the surface, he remained as unruffled as an old dog.
"Oh, that's decent enough, I suppose."
The steward: "..."
Decent enough? You call this decent enough?
Other people spend their entire lives unable to become a Titled Douluo, while Your Esteemed Self reached level ninety-nine at eighteen, and you call that decent enough?
The steward felt as though his worldview had taken a critical hit.
Yi Yun waved a hand. "All right, you can go. Have the wall repaired."
As though granted a pardon, the steward scrambled away, practically tripping over himself.
Yi Yun was left alone in the room.
He sat back down on the bed and began sorting through the information in his mind.
His counterpart in this world shared his exact name, Yi Yun, and was the young master of a reclusive clan. Exceptionally gifted since childhood, he had awakened twin martial souls at six, become a Titled Douluo at twelve, reached level ninety-five at fifteen, and level ninety-nine at eighteen...
Simply put, he was the chosen one.
Moreover, his clan wielded immense power and possessed untold wealth, making him someone who could practically swagger sideways across the continent.
Most importantly, the timing of his transmigration was very interesting.
Tang San had only just gone to Nuoding Academy and had yet to begin his journey as the protagonist.
In other words, none of the plot had unfolded yet.
Yi Yun rubbed his chin, the corners of his mouth slowly rising.
As someone who had read the original novel, he knew all too well what would happen next.
Tang San would grow stronger step by step, gather followers, build a harem, and finally become a god.
But now, he was here.
Starting today, this Douluo Continent would have to change protagonists.
However, Yi Yun wasn't thinking about stealing Tang San's opportunities, but about how to screw him over.
After all, even while reading the original novel, he had found Tang San, that double-standard dog, deeply irritating. Now that he had the chance to personally cause him some trouble, just thinking about it was thrilling.
"A thirty-year solitary bamboo soul beast... pole vaulting..." Yi Yun muttered to himself, a complete plan already taking shape in his mind.
He decided that, starting with Tang San's martial soul awakening, he would have everything neatly arranged for him.
He would let this protagonist of the original novel experience what it meant to take a savage beating from society.
Of course, messing with him was one thing; he couldn't actually get Tang San killed.
After all, keeping him around as a toy was the way to enjoy lasting fun.
Yi Yun stood up, walked to the window, and gazed out at the vast world beyond.
He took a deep breath, feeling the surging soul power within him, and a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"Douluo Continent, here I come."
"Tang San, are you ready?"
"Ladies, here I come. I'll be sure to shower you with affection."
Yi Yun smiled, his smile three parts handsome, three parts scheming, and four parts shameless.
The wind blew in through the window, stirring his long hair and robes. He looked just like an immortal.
If you ignored the huge hole in the wall.
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