Douluo: Black Dragon Martial Soul, I am the lord of all gods
Author: Mu Ze EL
Synopsis:
Synopsis:
Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, Xuan Ming awakened a special Black Dragon Martial Soul and a mutated Blood Spear Martial Soul.
Because his body mutated, twin dragons lived parasitically on his back. He was abducted and sold right at the start, about to become a slave.
Fortunately, heaven never seals off every path, and Xuan Ming managed to escape.
Unfortunately, he had barely escaped the wolf's den before entering the tiger's lair. After stumbling upon Dugu Bo being hunted by Chrysanthemum and Ghost, circumstances forced Xuan Ming to flee for his life with Old Poison.
At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he obtained the legacies of two great Dragon Kings and became a new Dragon King.
Yu Xiaogang: "His is clearly just a mutated black snake. How could it possibly be stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"
Qian Renxue: "They're both Innate Domains, so why can his white light suppress my Angel Domain?"
Tang Hao: "It's just a lousy mutated spear. How could it possibly be stronger than the Clear Sky Hammer?"
Gu Yuena: "Perhaps he can bring back the Dragon God..."
Years later, Xuan Ming surpassed the God Kings and reigned over the Divine Realm in the name of the new Dragon God.
"This world still belongs to our dragon race."
Chapter 1: Life's turning point
Warning before reading: this is not a wish-fulfillment novel. Don't read if that isn't to your taste...
The sky seemed draped in a thin gray veil, and fine rain drifted down like strands of ox hair.
A carriage traveled slowly down a bumpy, muddy path.
Inside, a boy in tattered clothes huddled in a corner, shackles around his ankles and marks of a beating on his body. Most striking of all were the two pitch-black, legless dragons with mouths full of fangs growing from beneath the shoulder blades on his back.
At that moment, however, they were just as close to death as their master.
"Boss, did we take a loss buying this kid for two thousand Gold Soul Coins?"
Outside the carriage, the young driver looked at the older, middle-aged man beside him with some confusion.
"What do you know? People whose bodies mutate under the influence of their Martial Souls during their Martial Soul Awakening have always been hot commodities," the middle-aged man said.
"It's only because people in this backwater don't know the trade. Otherwise, you couldn't even dream of getting him for less than twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
Hearing this, the young driver glanced back at the unconscious boy inside the carriage in surprise. "He's worth that much?"
"Of course. I once saw one at an auction house in Star Luo Imperial City. A leopard girl. Do you know how much she went for?" the middle-aged man said.
The young man thought for a moment. "Thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins?"
"A full hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins!" the middle-aged man said emphatically.
"A hundred and fifty thousand?!" the young man couldn't help crying out.
"Watch the carriage!" the middle-aged man barked.
The young man snapped back to his senses and hastily yanked the reins, narrowly avoiding a rock beside the road.
"Look at you. No composure at all." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, though his flushed face showed he wasn't quite so calm about this himself.
This lousy road was difficult to navigate. If the carriage overturned, what came next would be a hassle.
The young man swallowed nervously. "How could he be worth so much?"
"Now that's something you don't understand." The middle-aged man stroked his beard.
"What haven't those rich nobles played with? Once they tire of the young and pretty ones, they start chasing thrills."
"Cat girls, leopard girls, fox girls-every time one appears, people scramble over them."
"They're all hot commodities. There's never any worry about fetching a high price. Never mind a hundred and fifty thousand; some have even gone for two hundred thousand."
"But..." The young man glanced back at the boy inside the carriage.
"This kid's a boy. Sure, he's quite good-looking, but..."
"So what if he's a boy?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, looking as though he thought the young fellow had truly never seen the world.
"Never mind that plenty of men have a taste for that. Even among noblewomen, there are plenty who enjoy training them."
"This kid may be a boy, but with those looks, anyone can tell he has the makings of top-quality merchandise. He won't sell for less than those beauties."
"I see." The young man nodded.
The middle-aged man fiddled with the jade thumb ring on his hand. "It's only because the people in this backwater don't recognize quality, and that young deacon was timid. Otherwise, merchandise of this quality would've been beyond my means."
"That still takes your eye for quality, Boss."
"All right, keep moving. Heaven Dou City is still a long way off."
"..."
Seemingly disturbed by their conversation, Xuan Ming groggily opened his eyes.
Agonizing pain came from all over his body, but he didn't even have the strength to cry out.
His name was Xuan Ming. In his previous life, he had been an unlucky fellow: an elite-university start, an orphanage upbringing plan, and finally a leukemia finale before he even turned twenty.
His brief life had been like a broken table, covered in tableware and cups-tragedies and miseries.
Given a second life, his bad luck remained. He was an orphan who had grown up in a run-down mountain village. His mother had died of illness when he was five, while his father had been conscripted before he was even born and had never returned.
A few days ago, he had undergone his Martial Soul Awakening at six years old.
He had thought it could become a turning point in his life, that his unlucky life had finally taken a turn for the better.
He hadn't expected to be only half right.
It really was a turning point in his life, because the life ahead of him had grown even darker.
During his Martial Soul Awakening, his body had mutated, and two legless black dragons had grown out from beneath his shoulder blades.
His mother's Martial Soul had been a black snake, so these mutated black dragons should have been his Martial Soul. But because his body had mutated, he couldn't retract the twin dragons at all. They were like newly grown limbs. More awkwardly, the twin dragons were like a cat's tail, not entirely under his control, and sometimes they even attacked him.
A Martial Soul Mutation and a bodily mutation would have been bad enough, but he hadn't awakened any Soul Power either. He was just an ordinary person.
Before he could accept that he would have to spend the rest of his life as an ordinary monster, the Spirit Hall deacon who had awakened his Martial Soul returned, saying that some important figure in Spirit Hall seemed interested in his mutation and wanted to bring him back for a look.
Having suffered too much bad luck, he didn't believe in things like that. Besides, the patrolling deacon looked at him strangely.
Sure enough, he had been sold.
That Spirit Hall patrolling deacon had sold him to these two human traffickers for the high price of two thousand Gold Soul Coins.
But judging by what they had just said, he seemed to be worth at least a hundred-odd thousand Gold Soul Coins, far beyond what a mere two thousand could measure.
That timid patrolling deacon had been fleeced.
He didn't know whether he should be happy.
A hundred-odd thousand Gold Soul Coins-what an enormous fortune was that?
He couldn't imagine it, because in all his life, he had never touched a Gold Soul Coin. He had never even seen one.
He had never imagined he could be worth so much money.
But he was going to be sold. He was going to become a slave.
On the Douluo Continent, people who lost their land and registered place of origin to natural disasters and human calamities-such as droughts, floods, wars, or battles between Soul Masters-and could only wander from place to place were considered refugees, and refugees had no human rights.
Lucky refugees would be captured and become slaves.
The unlucky ones starved or froze to death.
Of course, under certain circumstances, unlucky commoners could also become slaves, just like him.
"Life's turning point..." Gritting his teeth, Xuan Ming barely managed to sit up.
Being worth a hundred-odd thousand Gold Soul Coins-did this count as reaching life's pinnacle in a roundabout way?
"Kid, behave yourself. Stop thinking about running away." Hearing the movement, the middle-aged man turned and glanced into the carriage.
Xuan Ming didn't answer. Hugging his legs, he huddled in the corner.
He didn't want to become a slave. Yesterday, he had chosen to escape while these two fellows were eating.
The outcome was obvious. Not only had he failed to escape, but he had also been savagely beaten and won himself a pair of shackles heavier than he was.
Fortunately, these two were still counting on him for wealth and luxury, so they hadn't beaten him to death.
It hurt, but his bones hadn't been injured.
"After you sell me, how are you planning to split the money?"
Xuan Ming's feeble words drifted out of the carriage.
Hearing them, the two men who had been chatting just a moment earlier suddenly fell silent.
How would they split it?
A hundred-odd thousand Gold Soul Coins-even after the auction house took its commission, there would still be at least a hundred thousand left.
A hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!
A windfall like that was enough to keep people like them fed and clothed without worry for the rest of their lives!
Chapter 2: Even you are bullying me?
The rain stopped, and so did the carriage.
The sky had gone completely dark.
The young man and the middle-aged man sat beside a campfire, preparing tonight's meal.
Xuan Ming remained in the carriage. The shackles around his ankles were simply too heavy, and he didn't have the strength to move them now, much less get out of the carriage.
The two men ignored him, clearly intending to starve him a while longer.
He wouldn't starve to death anytime soon anyway, and weakening him with hunger made things safer.
Through a gap in the carriage, Xuan Ming watched the two traffickers, between whom the atmosphere had grown somewhat strange.
In fact, things had already been a little off between them earlier. Clearly, they weren't a particularly tight-knit team.
Especially after he, the treasure they had spent two thousand Gold Soul Coins to buy, had nearly slipped away, the atmosphere between them had grown increasingly tense.
Although the middle-aged man appeared to be the boss, Xuan Ming could tell that he was somewhat wary of the young man.
Although his escape had failed, he had also seen that both men were Soul Masters.
Judging by the atmosphere between them, the young man should have been stronger.
So, to soothe the young man's discontent, the middle-aged man had revealed Xuan Ming's true value.
But after Xuan Ming asked that question, this attempt at reassurance seemed to have had the opposite effect.
A hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins-with a windfall like that, who would willingly share it if they could keep it all for themselves?
"Boss, are we going to keep starving that kid?"
Finally, the young man lost his patience and spoke, breaking the awkward silence.
"Starve him a little longer, so he won't cause trouble," the middle-aged man said flatly.
"But if we damage his health, won't his value drop?" the young man asked worriedly.
The merchandise's health was extremely important. Who would want to buy a dying dog?
The middle-aged man frowned slightly. "Give him something to eat."
People from lousy little backwaters like this were already prone to malnutrition. If they starved him until he grew gaunt, that would be troublesome.
Having received permission, the young man ladled a bowl of porridge from the pot, got up, carried it over to the carriage, and held it inside. "Have something to eat."
"Thank you." Xuan Ming reached out with both hands to take it, but his powerless hands couldn't even support the bowl of porridge.
The instant the young man let go, the bowl full of hot porridge fell straight onto the carriage floor, spilling everywhere.