Chapter 1: Diary System — Grow Strong by Writing a Diary
Nuoding City, Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
A handsome boy dressed in a fitted white outfit and about six years old stood watching the scene ahead with clear interest.
"Master, please accept me as your disciple."
Tang San knelt before Yu Xiaogang and knocked his head heavily against the ground three times. When he looked up at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes were filled with intense anticipation.
Seeing this famous scene unfold, the white-clad boy merely smiled faintly. Holding a copper soul coin in his hand, he turned and walked toward the Academic Affairs Office.
But if one looked closely, they would notice a trace of worry hidden deep within the boy's golden eyes—a concern for the future.
The boy's name was Lin Chen. He was not a native of the Douluo Continent, but a transmigrator from Blue Star.
When he first arrived in this world, he had fantasized about awakening a god-level martial soul, stepping on Tang San—the so-called double-standard freak—inherit the position of a god, and become the supreme existence of the continent.
However, the martial soul he awakened at the age of six utterly shattered that beautiful dream.
The martial soul he awakened was Luo Sanpao, just like Yu Xiaogang's. Worse still, his innate soul power was identical as well: innate half-level soul power.
At that moment, Lin Chen felt as though the sky had collapsed. Given Yu Xiaogang's level of talent, it was very likely that in a few years he wouldn't even be able to see Tang San's back.
But the fact had already happened and was beyond change. All Lin Chen could do now was to give it his all and force his martial soul to undergo a transformation.
Lin Chen knew this was possible. Since his martial soul was the same as Yu Xiaogang's, that meant it had a chance—however small—to evolve into the Golden Holy Dragon, a truly top-tier martial soul.
Just at that moment—
A series of mechanical sounds suddenly rang out in Lin Chen's mind.
[Ding! Diary System has officially bound to the host!]
[The host only needs to write content in the diary every day to obtain system rewards.]
[System rewards include but are not limited to: soul bones, god-bestowed soul rings, heavenly treasures, peerless cultivation techniques…]
Hearing the mechanical voice in his head, the corners of Lin Chen's mouth lifted slightly, and the anxiety in his heart instantly dissipated.
It seemed that fate was still fair. After transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, Lin Chen had finally obtained a system.
A Diary System—one that grants rewards simply by writing a diary. This system was actually quite decent.
Lin Chen continued to examine the rules of the Diary System.
Almost all the rules of the Diary System were displayed on the very first page.
Lin Chen stared at the list of rules above:
[Rule One: While in a conscious state, the host must persist in writing a diary every day. Content is unrestricted—daily trivial matters, cultivation insights, or even plot complaints are all acceptable.]
[Rule Two: Upon completing the daily diary, the host may obtain system rewards.]
[Rule Three: By continuously updating the diary every day, the host can receive additional system rewards on a weekly, monthly, and yearly basis.]
...
[Final Rule: All rights of interpretation belong to the system.]
The moment Lin Chen finished reading the Diary System's rules, the system's mechanical voice rang out once more in his mind.
[Ding! Newbie guidance complete.]
[A beginner's gift package is available. Does the host wish to claim it?]
"Claim it!"
Upon hearing the system prompt, Lin Chen did not hesitate in the slightest. Turning down free benefits would be idiotic.
In the next instant, a streak of light appeared out of thin air and surged directly into Lin Chen's mind.
After quite some time had passed—
Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes. The excitement in his heart was impossible to conceal, shining clearly within his golden pupils.
[Beginner's Gift Pack: Nine Yang Divine Art (already mastered), 1,000 Gold Soul Coins (stored in system space), Golden Holy Dragon Essence Blood — Fusion Version (stored in system space).]
Lin Chen was already extremely satisfied with these system rewards. He was not the kind of person who was endlessly greedy.
The Nine Yang Divine Art was a top-tier cultivation technique, one that surpassed Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill by countless levels.
Once cultivated to great completion, activating it would produce the phenomenon of nine blazing suns hanging in the sky, with surging qi and blood capable of shaking heaven and earth.
As for the 1,000 Gold Soul Coins, they would allow Lin Chen to live comfortably for the next few years without worrying about his quality of life.
The era of forcing oneself to suffer unnecessarily had long since passed. If one could cultivate while living comfortably, who would willingly choose hardship?
The final reward—the Golden Holy Dragon essence blood—needed no explanation. It was clearly meant to be used for his martial soul's evolution.
Yu Xiaogang had named his external martial soul Luo Sanpao, but Lin Chen was different. He named his external martial soul Golden Dragon, with the hope that one day it would truly transform into a dragon.
After absorbing this Golden Holy Dragon essence blood, Lin Chen firmly believed that his Golden Dragon would definitely undergo some kind of change.
As he continued walking, Lin Chen summoned a black notebook that only he could see.
The black notebook floated in front of him, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.
With just a single thought, Lin Chen could write his diary directly into this ancient black notebook, which made things extremely convenient.
Very soon, under Lin Chen's command, the black notebook slowly opened, and lines of text began to appear on its pages.
[I really never expected that I would transmigrate.]
[And not just anywhere, but into the Douluo Continent, famously known as the Love Continent.]
[Characters I once saw only in novels now feel unbelievably real. I just witnessed the classic scene of Tang San kneeling to become Yu Xiaogang's disciple at the academy gates. I'm laughing my head off.]
[What's even funnier is that Tang San is also a transmigrator like me, yet he still can't tell that this so-called master is nothing more than a useless fraud. How stupid can you get? Then again, maybe it's just birds of a feather flocking together.]
[And speaking of Yu Xiaogang—he's truly a waste. He clearly possessed one of the top-tier martial souls, yet he dragged it down with his own incompetence, turning it into a worthless martial soul.]
[He calls himself a master of martial soul research, yet he can't even understand his own martial soul. Luo Sanpao once had the chance to become the Golden Holy Dragon, a super martial soul, but instead, it was ruined by its owner. Now it's nothing more than a farting pig, and even now Yu Xiaogang still hasn't broken through to Soul Elder level.]
[It really lives up to his so-called famous saying: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. That one sentence insults Yu Xiaogang twice over.]
[Still, for someone this useless, I really don't know what the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, ever saw in him back then.]
[His looks are average at best—even a little sleazy. His talent goes without saying; his theories are half-baked at best. I honestly can't think of a single redeeming quality about Yu Xiaogang. I truly don't understand how that crazy woman Bibi Dong could be so obsessed with him, still unable to forget him even now.]
By the time he finished writing this, Lin Chen realized that he had already arrived at the entrance of the Academic Affairs Office.
Left with no choice, he temporarily withdrew the black notebook, planning to first enroll and organize his belongings. He could always finish writing later.
And at this very moment, Lin Chen had no idea—
Far away, tens of thousands of miles distant, within Spirit Hall, an incomparably terrifying aura was erupting.
The entire Pope's Palace trembled violently under this overwhelming pressure.
Inside the Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong was staring at a black notebook before her, one that radiated an eerie and ominous aura. Her brows were tightly furrowed.
Just moments ago, she had been seated upon the Pope's Throne, calmly and seriously pondering matters.
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