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"Damn it! You little brat! Where the hell did you bring me?! Is this still China?!"
Lan Minghua looked around the dense forest with confusion. Not far away stood a bustling, Western-fantasy-style city.
In short, everything was completely unfamiliar.
"I was just taking the elevator to the eighteenth floor when a dump truck came out of nowhere and slammed into me. I closed my eyes, opened them, and now I'm here."
Just as Lan Minghua was thinking, a sharp pain pierced his skull. A flood of memories surged into his mind, overwhelming him.
Only after a long while did the headache finally subside.
"Soul Master? This city is called Soto City?! I transmigrated? And into the sewer-tier fantasy world of Douluo Dalu, of all places?!"
Lan Minghua had memories because he had experienced a soul transmigration.
He had transmigrated into the body of a beggar in the Douluo Continent who shared his name, inheriting all of his memories.
After fully processing the memories, Lan Minghua finally accepted that he had indeed transmigrated.
It made sense—Western-fantasy-style architecture was rare on Earth, but here it was everywhere.
Wearing a bitter expression, Lan Minghua recalled from the memories that this was still the timeline of the first Douluo Dalu story.
The original owner of this body was a good-for-nothing without any soul power—not even a Soul Master—who just lived day by day.
Although Evil Soul Masters were rare in the early story, that little scumbag and that love-brained idiot would eventually start a war, and he would be the one to suffer.
Even though Douluo Dalu was considered bottom-tier fantasy, it was still fantasy.
As Lan Minghua calmed down and began to think about how to survive, a mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.
[Ding. Disciple System loading... Load complete.]
A system?!
The novels didn't lie!
However, when he saw the words "Disciple System," Lan Minghua's lips twitched uncontrollably.
Damn it! I'm not even a Soul Master—how am I supposed to take on disciples?!
I don't have the charisma for scheming and scamming either!
Still, a system creates infinite possibilities. No need to panic.
"System, are you there?"
[Ding. Yes, Host. I'm here.]
Hearing the surprisingly human-like voice, Lan Minghua grew excited and asked, "System, explain your functions."
[Ding. This is the Disciple System. Recruit geniuses with a system talent rating of 80 or above to unlock the title of 'Master Teacher.']
[Once the Master Teacher title is unlocked, you will earn Master Points as your disciples grow under your guidance.]
[Master Points can be used to draw from all the myriad worlds, including but not limited to characters, weapons, techniques, and items.]
As the system explained, Lan Minghua understood its function.
In short, recruit geniuses rated 80 or higher to earn Master Points, which could be used to draw items from countless worlds.
"If I manage to draw one of the Ten Vicious Techniques, wouldn't I be able to crush the entire Douluo Continent?"
But while the dream is grand, reality is harsh.
Lan Minghua was just an ordinary person—how could he possibly recruit a genius with a talent rating of 80 or higher?
He gave a bitter smile at the thought.
As if it could read his mind, the system proved to be quite considerate.
[Ding. Newbie Gift Pack has been issued. Open it?]
"Open it! Open it now!" Lan Minghua almost forgot there was a newbie gift pack.
[Ding. Congratulations, Host, on acquiring Divine Ingenuity from the Eight Unique Skills; and the Rotten Life Hua Role-Playing Card.]
"Divine Ingenuity, that's reasonable. But what the hell is a Rotten Life Hua Role-Playing Card? System, aren't you the Disciple System?"
[Ding. No need to be alarmed, Host. This was snatched from the neighboring Role-Playing System. Rest assured, there are no side effects.]
Lan Minghua was speechless. His system was surprisingly powerful.
He had no objections to the explanation.
Although Rotten Life Hua was only the leader of the Tianlong Gang in Scissor Seven, his strength would be considered top-tier in this sewer-tier fantasy world.
Currently, Lan Minghua was completely powerless. Role-playing as Rotten Life Hua was undoubtedly the easiest way to boost his strength.
"System, use the Role-Playing Card and show me my panel."
[Host: Lan Minghua]
[Age: 24]
[Template: Rotten Life Hua]
[Role-Play Progress: 30%]
[Skills: Vajra Palm, Dragon Claw Hand, Golden Bell Shield, Chrysanthemum Pressure Point Strike, Heaven and Earth Dragon King Supreme...]
[Current Overall Strength: Soul Saint]
[Items: None]
[Disciples: None]
[Master Points: 0]
[Inventory: Divine Ingenuity (Unlearned)]
Lan Minghua looked at the panel and felt the boundless power coursing through him. At last, his anxious heart could settle.
He never expected that just 30% progress in the role-play would grant him the strength of a Soul Saint.
If he reached 100%, wouldn't even the God-Kings in the Divine Realm of Douluo Dalu be no match for him?!
Plus, he could take on disciples to earn Master Points and draw items from all across the multiverse.
If his luck was amazing and he really drew one of the Ten Vicious Techniques, he'd be set to soar.
At this thought, Lan Minghua became filled with infinite hope for his future.
Now that he had the strength of a Soul Saint, he didn't have to worry about being unable to recruit a genius with an 80+ rating.
Lan Minghua suddenly remembered he still hadn't learned Divine Ingenuity.
As one of the Eight Unique Skills from the world of Under One Person, the value of Divine Ingenuity was self-evident.
Not only could it efficiently refine artifacts, but it could also instantly transform and control objects.
Artifacts, in this world, were the equivalent of Soul Tools.
If he could also draw the Hands of Wholeness and combine it with Divine Ingenuity to create a Self-Cultivation Furnace...
Couldn't he make it so that everyone could become a Soul Master?!
Lan Minghua was extremely satisfied with Divine Ingenuity; it was incredibly practical.
"System, learn Divine Ingenuity."
[Ding. Learning... Initiate, Adept, Mastered, Perfected.]
In an instant, his mastery of Divine Ingenuity had reached perfection.
Lan Minghua beckoned to a dry twig on the ground, and it flew steadily into his hand.
"So this is transformation and control?"
In just a few seconds, the fragile twig had been completely transformed.
His eyes narrowed, and the twig hovered in the air. He had mastered object control as well.
Lan Minghua raised his hand, aiming at the trunk of a large tree in the distance. With a single thought, the twig shot out with a swoosh, like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
In the blink of an eye, the thick tree trunk was pierced as if it were a thin sheet of paper.
The twig only stopped after embedding itself deep into a large rock behind the tree.
Feeling the surging power within him, Lan Minghua was thoroughly pleased.
Even among Soul Saints, he was now one of the best.
With Rotten Life Hua's terrifying inner strength, he could even go toe-to-toe with a Soul Douluo.
Now, it was time to find some disciples. To live comfortably in the Douluo Continent, his current strength wasn't nearly enough.
Looking at Soto City in the distance, Lan Minghua began to walk toward it.
His desire to recruit disciples was at an all-time high, so much so that he forgot he still looked like a beggar.
Little did he know, this was a blessing in disguise, as the progress for his Rotten Life Hua template was slowly increasing.
After all, role-playing is a form of imitation, and looking the part was a key aspect.
Not long after Lan Minghua left, two figures came bouncing toward the same spot.
"Little San, is that Soto City? It's so far from Nuoding City. You have to make it up to me."
"Of course, I'll make it up to you, Xiao Wu. Once we get to Soto City, you can eat anything you want."
The newcomers were none other than that little scumbag and the public-bus rabbit, on their way to Soto City to join Shrek Academy.
(End of Chapter)