In a small town just a few dozen miles from Shrek City in the Douluo Continent,
Chen Ping carried a stack of books in a bamboo basket on his back. Two long flags were stuck on either side of the basket, bearing eye-catching slogans.
"For Sale: Integrated Soul Skill Data Package of Shrek's Top Students Throughout History, Shrek's Top Student Training Plan, Let Your Child Win at the Starting Line!"
"Services Offered: Soul Master Career Planning, Undiluted Soul Skill Combinations, College Admission Resumes, 100% Positive Feedback Since Opening, Consultation Fee Starts at One Gold."
Taking off his water bottle, Chen Ping unceremoniously found a shady corner to sit down, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then pulled off the towel around his neck, wiping himself haphazardly.
"Sigh, I never thought that a model young man of the new era like myself would be reduced to selling courses and peddling anxiety to make a living."
Chen Ping panted heavily, put the basket down, and leaned against a large tree for a good rest.
In Chen Ping's mind, a weak female voice hesitantly sounded: "But boss, before you came here, didn't you also do this kind of work?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping's face stiffened immediately, and he replied to the other party in his mind:
"Useless system, don't come out and interrupt. If you, this system, had any sense, I wouldn't have to come out here to promote courses."
"As a system, you can't even add points, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Oh..."
A wronged voice sounded in Chen Ping's mental sea, but then immediately began to try to promote itself.
"Boss, do you need a striptease?
The same style as the musical notes, you can pick any clothes you like."
"Since only you can see me, it doesn't matter if I'm dressed very scantily. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
Chen Ping just silently rolled his eyes: "But my biological age is only eleven."
"Although kids in Douluo Continent are generally tall and precocious, those like Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun who can move freely among flowers at just over ten years old are ultimately just a very small minority with extraordinary talent." "
So, unfortunately, at least for now, I can still withstand the test."
Hearing this, the female voice in Chen Ping's mind seemed to deflate instantly.
"Boss, watch out, someone's coming, quite a few."
Hearing this, Chen Ping was startled at first, threw his water pouch into his bamboo basket, then picked up the basket and tried to run away.
"Kid, where are you going?"
Before Chen Ping could even put on his basket, he was already surrounded by a group of similarly dressed laborers.
Chen Ping was startled, but still clasped his hands in apology: "I apologize to all you heroes. We're just beggars trying to make a living on the streets.
I just needed your shady spot to catch my breath, and I'll be leaving now." It wasn't that Chen Ping was cowardly; he was simply at the mercy of others.
Although he was a Soul Master, he had only recently reached level ten, and his physical abilities were not much worse than those of an ordinary person. Getting into a conflict with these laborers was definitely not a wise move.
Besides, the laborers in this city were essentially local bullies.
The places in the city that offered shelter from the sun and a cool breeze, where one could rest comfortably, truly belonged to these local bullies.
If he used their place without even asking, he might really be in the wrong!
After all, he was neither a local nor a visitor from out of town; he was, in essence, one of the lowest of the low.
They were all beggars on the street, and as an outsider, he was in the wrong for taking up their resting place.
Of course, the main reason was the leader of these laborers; his arms were almost as thick as his calves.
The other man's biceps were like hard blocks of iron, and Chen Ping was worried that he would crush his head with his elbow.
There were already many people on the other side, and the leader's soul power pressure was even more frightening; he was at least a Soul Venerable of level 30.
At this time, being polite would only bring benefits, not harm.
"Little Chen, you can read, come and see if this person is that scoundrel merchant."
Chen Ping's polite behavior was completely ignored by these people. The leader of the laborers even called over a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old from the back of the crowd, pointing at Chen Ping's bamboo basket and asking.
Soon, the young-looking boy pointed at Chen Ping's bamboo basket and stammered, "Shrek... planning... 100% positive reviews, consultation fee... starting from one gold... Uncle, it's this swindler."
Chen Ping panicked. Oh no, he'd gotten himself into trouble with the parents blocking the door.
His mind raced, recalling the services he'd recently handled for his clients, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
"System, are you sure the damage calculation formula you gave is correct?"
Chen Ping looked at the group of burly men before him and nervously swallowed.
All the money he'd earned had been used to refine medicine thanks to the system's lies; he had no money to compensate these parents.
If he couldn't fool them this time, he'd be in big trouble.
"Right... right?"
At this moment, the system within Chen Ping's mental sea also panicked, its voice lacking conviction.
"What do you mean, 'fuck it'?"
"When I asked you what this system was for, you swore you could provide me with supplies directly, but any intelligence you had would be absolutely accurate!"
Chen Ping was now furious. Being hit and killed once by a large truck was bad enough.
If he were to be beaten to death again by these angry laborers, he would truly die with his eyes wide open.
"I...I...I haven't studied advanced mathematics. Didn't you come up with the damage calculation formula yourself?"
"I just substituted a few numbers to verify it, and theoretically, there shouldn't be any problem."
The system's reply was incredibly aggrieved, generating a series of formulas in front of Chen Ping.
The Soul Master's damage panel = base Soul Skill Damage
* [1 + Soul Skill Attribute Reference Value ]
* (Soul Master's Own Strength Correction )
+ (Additional Martial Soul Quality Correction)
* (1 + Multiplicative Amplification i%)
+ (1 + Fixed Amplification i)
The Soul Master's final damage = (Soul Master Damage Panel * Combat Skill/Action Technique Correction + Fixed Damage Panel) * Damage Increase.
One number after another jumped into these formulas, and the calculated results were identical to those Chen Ping had personally tested.
"Wait a minute."
Seeing the group of laborers getting closer and closer, Chen Ping suddenly remembered something.
Because his damage calculation formulas were like scribbles, most students and parents simply didn't believe him.
Therefore, he hadn't sold any Soul Ring acquisition packages that didn't dilute Soul Skill damage during this period!
While Chen Ping still felt somewhat uncertain about this particular business, he was 100% confident in the other deals he had sold.
"So it was you who tricked my son into giving up cultivating the control-type Blue Silver Grass and becoming a support-type Soul Master?"
The next moment, the burly middle-aged man stepped forward and asked Chen Ping in a deep voice.