Chapter 1 A time traveler without plug-ins
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Province of Fasno.
Notting City.
In a small village outside the city.
The rising mist seems like a pair of skillful hands weaving tapestry, mixing and matching the gorgeous colors like a dream.
Panyan Village, backed by Qianyan Mountain, has made a living from farming for generations.
It was early in the morning, and smoke was already rising from every house. The smoke blended harmoniously with the scattered houses, which was as beautiful as a painting.
"The floating clouds are not the same as the mountains, and the mist on the mountains is so green that the scenery turns to confusion."
Wu Tong was on the top of the mountain, looking at this extremely beautiful picture, and couldn't help but sigh.
Thinking of how he came to this world, Wu Tong couldn't help but feel dreamy.
Wu Tong, an otaku from the Yanhuang Kingdom on Earth, was hit by a sudden truck when he went out to purchase daily necessities.
Then he came to this world that he had heard about for a long time in his previous life - Douluo Continent.
But... Truck King, have you forgotten something? For example, what about the golden finger that is a must-have for time travellers?
Wu Tong was filled with grief and anger. Other time-travelers were hit by trucks. After traveling to other worlds, they would all carry various plug-ins.
For example, systems, abilities, talents, techniques... these golden fingers can help time travelers successfully reach the top of the world.
But Wu Tong seemed to be forgotten. After traveling to Douluo Continent, except for a relatively healthy body, there is nothing special about him.
"Well, people still have to rely on themselves. I believe that even if I am a useless martial soul, I will be able to reach the top of Douluo with my imagination as a time traveler."
Wu Tong complained in the usual way and began to comfort himself.
"Brother Tong, why are you still here? Let's go quickly. The awakening of martial arts is about to begin. Grandpa Carl asked me to call you over quickly."
Just when Wu Tong was comforting himself, a chubby child ran up and shouted thinking about Wu Tong.
"Okay, here we come." Wu Tong responded.
After traveling through time, relying on the stories of his previous life, Wu Tong quickly became involved with the children in the village and became the child king of Panyan Village, with a large group of younger brothers.
Wu Tong stood up, wiped the dust off his butt, and walked towards the child.
The two went down the mountain together. "Brother Tong, can you continue to tell the story of Lin Daiyu's fist fight against Guanxi and Tang Monk's seven captures of Sun Wukong?"
The little fat man begged Wu Tong as he walked.
"Little Fatty, let's wait until the martial soul awakens to talk about these things. After all, everyone may not be very interested today."
As someone who has read the original work of Douluo, he naturally understands the characteristics of the Douluo system. The cultivation system of Douluo Continent can be said to have developed the chain of discrimination to a peak.
The divisions of blood, clan, and class make this continent still a society ruled by feudal politics even after countless years.
Strong strength provides the most powerful guarantee for the rule of the nobles.
And this is also a characteristic that almost all fantasy worlds have in common.
The weak eat the strong, the law of the jungle, the strong is respected.
The awakening of the martial spirit is precisely an opportunity to transcend classes. But the possibility of achieving this condition is only one in ten million.
Wu Tong knew very well how low the possibility of civilians awakening a good martial soul and possessing innate soul power was.
It's definitely no less likely than a salted fish to turn around.
The little fat man also believed Wu Tong's statement.
After all, as a native of Douluo Continent, he understands the importance of martial soul awakening better than Wu Tong.
I also understand more clearly how disappointed those children who have not awakened their soul power will feel.
but……
"Brother Tong, my name is Da Zhuang, not Xiao Pang." The little fat man was very dissatisfied with Wu Tong's title and corrected it again.
But there was nothing he could do. After all, Wu Tong actively admitted his mistakes every time and refused to repent.
"Okay, Fatty, I understand, Fatty. I will pay attention next time, Fatty."
Wu Tong remains unrepentant.
Hearing this, Da Zhuang glanced at Wu Tong helplessly again, but said nothing more.
The two of them walked towards the village together.
I am a newbie, so I hope everyone will bear with me. If there are any mistakes, please point them out and the author will seriously adopt them. Finally, I hope everyone will support the genuine version.
(End of this chapter)