Douluo: The Mysterious System

After finishing all the necessary procedures, it was already evening. Wang Xiaotian grabbed a quick meal in the cafeteria and headed back to his dormitory.

On the Douluo Continent, one gold soul coin equals ten silver soul coins, which equals one hundred copper soul coins. That means one gold soul coin is enough to support an ordinary family for three to four months.

As a soul master, Wang Xiaotian could receive one gold soul coin per month. So, for this meal, he treated himself to an extra chicken drumstick! Mmm, delicious...

However, Wang Xiaotian also noticed something: there were no stir-fried dishes in this era! That's right—no stir-frying at all!

From an evolutionary standpoint, the Douluo Continent had just stepped into the early modern era. Commerce was beginning to develop rapidly.

However, things like cannons, guns, and ammunition likely never emerged because of the existence of soul masters.

As those who've read Peerless Tang Sect (Jueshi Tangmen) know, Douluo truly begins its modernization around ten thousand years later, when it collides with the Sun-Moon Continent. The mass production and spread of soul tools mark the threshold into modern society.

Right now, at most, Douluo had only barely stepped into a pre-modern stage.

Even though there was no stir-fry, other cooking methods were well represented: steaming, boiling, roasting, cold dishes they had it all. Still, Wang Xiaotian craved tomato scrambled eggs.

He secretly noted down this business opportunity and, looking at the map, headed toward his dorm building.

Unlike working students, Wang Xiaotian was considered a regular enrolled student. Their dorms weren't crammed with people. His dorm was shared between just two people!

That's right two to a room. Wang Xiaotian had paid five silver soul coins at the logistics office to upgrade his dorm. Normally, students would be placed in four to a room, so he was the luxury version.

Area 3, Floor 3, Room 333 that was his dormitory.

He opened the door with his key and saw his roommate meditating, so Wang Xiaotian kept quiet. After all, they'd be living together for a while; no need to start on the wrong foot.

This was a boy who looked slightly older than him probably around twelve or thirteen. He wore clean, high-quality white clothes and had a somewhat handsome face, with the demeanor of a young noble.

Sensing the soul power fluctuations in the boy's body, Wang Xiaotian could tell he was an eleven-level soul master, so he wasn't worried about being bullied.

Their upgraded dorms came with bedding, so there was no need to buy anything extra. They even had a private bathroom and shower. Not bad those five silver soul coins were well spent.

Wang Xiaotian didn't have much to unpack. He hadn't brought anything with him anyway. He just put away the books the Grandmaster had given him along with his uniform and badge.

He didn't rush into cultivation but lay comfortably on the large bed, pondering life.

Now that he thought about it, everything felt like it had just happened yesterday.

Just over ten days ago, he was still a stressed-out high school senior fighting through college entrance exams. He finally got a chance to sleep in on a weekend only to end up transmigrating in his sleep.

Ah, life.

Thankfully, he hadn't transmigrated to some bizarre or unfamiliar world but to one he knew well: the Douluo Continent. And he had a system too. A bit unreliable, sure, but still a system.

But Wang Xiaotian wasn't the "defy heaven, defy earth, defy logic" kind of protagonist. He was a bit timid and cautious.

Now that he was in a world where it was possible to become a god, of course, he wanted to try! That was a given.

But he wasn't planning to act recklessly like those typical transmigrator protagonists who go around being overpowered from day one and rewrite the plot beyond recognition. That wasn't his style.

In fact, from a transmigrator's perspective, not altering the storyline too much is the safest way to go.

Because the moment you change the plot, the future becomes unpredictable. And when things go out of control... you could die.

So Wang Xiaotian made up his mind: if he could avoid affecting the plot, he would. And even if he did, he'd do everything to steer it back on track. Only by keeping everything within his grasp could he lie low and bide his time to eventually become a god.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, even Qian Renxue and Hu Liena he wouldn't even touch them, let alone pursue them romantically. What if it messes up the story?

In Wang Xiaotian's mind, the self-cultivation of a transmigrator could be summed up in one word: Stability!

But... his strength was a bit lacking.

Back then, Tang San was level 10 at age six, and after obtaining his first soul ring, became a level 13 soul master and he wasn't even seven yet.

As for himself, he transmigrated at age ten and only had level 12 soul power now. His soul ring was just a hundred-year level one. Compared to those transmigrators who started at level 20 with ten-thousand or even hundred-thousand-year soul rings, he was way behind.

This only reinforced Wang Xiaotian's conclusion: he's not the main character. So he must stick to his plan: lie low, lie low, and lie low for a hundred years if he has to!

Still, he did have one advantage his system, which had its uses. For instance, deep breathing could give him small soul power boosts. But still, he couldn't be deep breathing all the time, could he?

Sigh if only breathing could raise soul power permanently, that'd be amazing. Then he'd be getting stronger 24/7.

What Wang Xiaotian didn't realize was that the moment he transmigrated to Douluo Continent, he had already begun to change this world.

"Are you the new guy?" Just as Wang Xiaotian was fantasizing about perpetual deep breathing, his roommate across the room finished meditating and sat up, looking at him.

"Yeah, my name's Wang Xiaotian. You are?" Wang Xiaotian sat up from his bed and asked.

"Me? I'm Xiao Chenyu, the boss of Nuoding Academy. You can call me Boss Xiao!" he said, puffing out his chest like he was somebody important.

Wait... Boss Xiao?

Good thing Wang Xiaotian had decent self-control he almost laughed out loud. Wasn't Boss Xiao the guy who used to bully Tang San, only to get his butt kicked?

Ah, the surprises of life.

"Nice to meet you. But I'll pass on calling you Boss Xiao. I'm not used to having anyone be my boss," Wang Xiaotian said calmly. While he intended to stay low-key, that didn't mean he had to act humble to everyone.

Against a side character like Xiao Chenyu, there was no need to hide.

"Oh? Sounds like you want to challenge my position as Nuoding Academy's top dog?" Xiao Chenyu cracked his knuckles, clearly ready to fight.

Three minutes later

Wang Xiaotian sheathed his Sky flame Sword from Xiao Chenyu's neck. Although Xiao was an eleven-level soul master, he was still a weakling in a fight. And Wang Xiaotian had to hold back to avoid damaging the dorm.

Fortunately, the Sky flame Sword was delivered. He got Xiao Chenyu to submit without wrecking the place. Perfect.

Great sword! Five stars!