Good Grief, My Martial Soul Is a Pistol

Qin Xiaole transmigrated to Yule Star, a blue planet just like Earth in his previous life. Spiritual qi revival had begun on Yule Star, and primordial beasts, demons, and vengeful spirits ran rampant. For humanity to survive, everyone awakened a martial soul at the age of six.

"What? My martial soul is a handgun?"

"What is that? I've never seen one before. Things nobody's seen are all basically useless, half-scrapped martial souls."

"A handgun, an assault rifle, a Gatling gun..."

"Wait, I have a second martial soul! My second martial soul is a land mine. Twin martial souls, full soul power!"

"You despicable brat! How are we supposed to fight you? The ground's covered in mines!"

Soul Master: "Referee, this kid is cheating! The whole ground is full of mines. How are we supposed to fight?"

Soul Beast: "You despicable human brat! Do you dare let me get past? Just you wait, I'll skin you alive!"

Qin Xiaole had all sorts of unconventional tricks up his sleeve.

Who said my martial soul was half-scrapped? If you don't believe me, come and try!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.