When Yi Chen woke up, he found himself transported into Douluo Dalu, where the Will of the Universe had packaged him as a “newbie bonus account.” He had become the mysterious adopted son under Pope Bibi Dong’s care.
On the day of his Martial Soul Awakening at age six, while everyone else was ecstatic over a mere trace of Soul Power, Yi Chen’s Genesis Mark blazed above him, illuminating the heavens, and the fluctuations of his level 99 Innate Soul Power beneath his feet made all of Spirit Hall tremble!
Even more absurdly, the nine crimson Soul Rings circling his body had evidently been formed directly from the universe’s fundamental laws!
The Divine Realm was shaken, and the laws wailed: Was this really someone who had come to become a god? He was obviously here to become the Creator God!
Faced with an invincible life that was maxed out from the start, Yi Chen could only sigh helplessly:
“I just want to live quietly as the Pope’s adopted son and, while I’m at it, save the beautiful ladies from their destined tragic fates. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
And so, the whole mood of Douluo Dalu began to go off the rails:
At Spirit Hall:
Bibi Dong: “Chen’er, did your training go well today?” (Her gaze is tender, with a hint of pride.)
Qian Renxue: “Little brother, would you play a round with your big sister in the game of the Heaven Dou Empire?” (Her smile is meaningful.)
Hu Liena: “Senior Brother, could you teach me the art of seduction today?” (Her cheeks are slightly flushed.)
Yi Chen: “...” (Weren’t palace intrigue and household drama what we were promised? Why is everything about raising and romancing them?)
Across the continent:
Tang San: “Why are my Mysterious Heaven Skill and hidden weapons ineffective against him?”
Dai Mubai: “How can his strength possibly surpass the Evil Eye White Tiger’s?”
Yu Xiaogang: “Could my theory of the Ten Core Competencies be wrong?”
Ma Hongjun: “Why is his flame nobler than my Evil Fire Phoenix?”
It's so beautiful. The author will continue to update it. Come on, come on, come on.
It's okay, but there are fewer girls accepted.