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Restaurant in Douluo Dalu

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"I, Qian Daoliu, a level 99 peerless Douluo, am willing to guard your door—just let me have one extra meal a day!" The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall was willing to become a restaurant’s security guard for nothing more than a bowl of fried rice. Pope Bibi Dong emptied the Spirit Hall’s treasury just to secure three meals a day for a whole month! It all began with a mysterious restaurant called Maple Dye Pavilion in Wuhun City. The rules here were unusual: Only Soul Masters were allowed to dine, and each could eat only once per day. A bowl of clear soup noodles cost one hundred gold soul coins, and ordinary Soul Masters would see their soul power increase instantly after eating it. Only a Soul King could order a plate of Mapo Tofu, and after eating it, they could even obtain a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring! Ju Douluo Yueguan discovered the perfect companion for the immortal herb Qirong Tongtian Ju during a single meal. Hu Liena, Yan, and Xie Yue became loyal fans of the restaurant, queuing up to eat there every day. Here, skill determined the menu, and luck determined your future. Soul rings, soul bones, martial soul evolution, immortal herbs… anything was possible. When all the powerful figures of the Douluo Continent became regular customers of the restaurant, what would become of the continent’s 格局 (overall structure or balance of power)? Tang San exclaimed: "All my hidden weapons and martial arts techniques… how did they all end up as prizes in the restaurant’s raffle?!" RAW--我在斗罗开饭店,比比东跪求包月
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