Douluo Dalu: I Awaken a Supercomputer Brain

At the foot of Qianyan Mountain, the morning mist hung like gauze. I stood at the summit, looking down at Pan Yan Village. Just a few hours ago, I’d been flung through the air by an out-of-control semi-truck in the city. My Martial Soul was a brain: a gray-white lump of flesh floating in midair, with no soul power and no offensive capability. I stared blankly at the air as a line of pale blue text appeared across my retina: “High-dimensional fortune trajectory detected. Connect to the Multiverse Knowledge-Sharing Group?” A chubby kid came bounding over, shouting that Martial Soul Awakening was about to begin. I brushed off my trousers and followed him down the mountain, but that line of text remained, still hanging there.