Douluo Continent.
Heaven Dou City, Lin Clan Estate.
Inside the grand hall, the Lin Clan's annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony was underway.
Lin Feng glanced down at his body, still in disbelief.
Just moments ago…
He had successfully awakened the Lin Clan's inherited Martial Soul—the Flaming Sun Three-Headed Serpent.
The surrounding clan members burst into cheers and congratulatory smiles.
"Not bad, not bad! As expected of the clan leader's son. Our Lin Clan's legacy is in good hands!"
An elder of considerable prestige beamed with delight as he spoke.
Lin Feng responded with a faint smile.
In truth, Lin Feng hailed from Blue Star.
Back in his original world, he had pushed himself to exhaustion writing web novels through countless sleepless nights.
Eventually, after writing for a staggering 250 hours straight, he collapsed and died from overwork.
And so, he found himself reincarnated into this world.
"Looks like it's time for you to pass the torch, old man Lin Ye!" another elder joked as he looked at the current clan head.
His words drew hearty laughter from the others.
Lin Ye chuckled and stepped forward, producing a Soul Power Testing Orb to measure Lin Feng's innate soul power.
"Feng'er, don't just stand there grinning. Go test your soul power."
He handed the blue crystal orb to his son, his eyes full of expectation.
"Boom!!"
The moment Lin Feng placed his hand on the orb, a faint glow flashed and disappeared in an instant.
"What… what happened?"
The Grand Elder furrowed his brow and then sighed deeply.
"Did he only awaken with Rank 5 soul power? What a pity… such a remarkable inherited Martial Soul, too!"
Just then—
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out in Lin Feng's mind.
"Martial Soul awakening detected. Random Trait System binding in progress… Binding successful!"
Lin Feng froze.
The unexpected surprise left him momentarily stunned.
Hearing that electronic voice, the unease he had felt earlier finally began to dissipate.
Heaven rewards the diligent.
After six years in this world, he finally had a system of his own.
Lin Feng paid no mind to the Grand Elder's disappointment. His heart was racing.
He focused all his attention on figuring out how this system worked, his eyes still lingering on the now-dimmed crystal orb.
To his father Lin Ye and the surrounding elders, however, he simply looked dejected—heartbroken at his meager soul power.
Lin Ye sighed silently.
So be it.
Although Feng'er's soul power was on the low side, with that potential, he'd top out as a Soul Emperor at best.
But that was fine. As long as I'm around, no one will bully my son.
With that, Lin Ye relaxed a bit, walked over with a smile, and gave Lin Feng a firm pat on the shoulder.
"Alright, son. So you only awakened with Rank 5 innate soul power. Don't let it get you down."
"As the son of Lin Ye, you mustn't be discouraged by such minor setbacks."
"Hahaha, well said, Clan Head!"
"Lin Feng, if that doesn't work out, you can always learn alchemy from me! One day we could open a clinic and help the people—what's not to love?" said the Third Elder, stroking his beard with a chuckle.
"Don't listen to that old man. If you ask me," the Second Elder interjected, "you should just take on your noble title and live steadily. No need to roam like your father, who's always out and about and never comes home."
As a hereditary noble house passed down for generations, the Lin Clan held the title of Earl, and Lin Ye himself was a formidable general stationed at the border.
He had every right to speak so confidently.
Hearing the Second Elder's words, Lin Ye could only smile wryly and look away.
"Oh, stop bickering, you old coots."
Lin Feng's mother, Ye Qingmei, stepped forward and gently stroked his head, her eyes full of warmth.
"As long as our Feng'er is healthy and happy, that's all that matters."
She knelt down and pressed her forehead against her son's.
"Feng'er, don't be sad. Rank 5 soul power is already quite good."
Lin Feng had always been a bright child—independent, never burdening his elders.
He studied hard and trained diligently in martial arts.
He always insisted on taking up his father's responsibilities as soon as possible.
So this disappointing result must have hit him hard.
Feeling heartache, Ye Qingmei pulled her son into a tight embrace.
But Lin Feng, finally regaining his senses, slipped out of her arms with excitement glowing in his eyes.
So what if I have low soul power? I have a system now! What's there to be afraid of?
…Wait…
Let's set that aside for now.
The first order of business—understanding this system.
"Father, Mother, Elders…"
"I just awakened my Martial Soul, so I'd like to go familiarize myself with it."
Before they could respond, Lin Feng dashed off with his stubby little legs toward his room.
"Hah, this rascal! Ran off just like that—didn't even listen to a word we said," the Second Elder said, half-scolding, half-indulgent.
Lin Feng's mother and the Third Elder smiled at the sight, their worries lifted.
Only Lin Ye and the Grand Elder looked on with deeper approval—even now, the boy remains driven.
Both silently resolved to nurture him even more diligently.
By the time Lin Feng returned to his room, the sun was already setting.
He sat cross-legged on the bed and summoned the system.
A panel filled with various data appeared in his mind:
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[Host: Lin Feng]
[Age: 6]
[Martial Soul: Flaming Sun Three-Headed Serpent (High-Tier)]
[Innate Soul Power: Rank 5]
[Traits: Confidence (White), Prodigy of Ritual and Music (Green), Century Douluo (Purple), Ill-Fated (Gray)]
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???
What the heck is this combination?
And what do these "traits" even mean?
[Traits are fortune-based enhancements. Host may view each trait in detail.]
[Host will gain one new trait upon becoming a One-Ring Soul Master. After that, a new trait will be awarded every ten levels.]
Lin Feng rolled his eyes.
Are you doubting my intelligence?
Obviously I know how to view details.
This interface is way too clunky.
Even Glory of Kings has basic and advanced modes now.
Muttering complaints, Lin Feng opened the trait details one by one:
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[Confidence (White)]: No matter how dire the situation, you will never lose hope.
System, are you mocking me again?
If I didn't have this much confidence, I wouldn't even be worthy of being a transmigrator!
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[Prodigy of Ritual and Music (Green)]: Exceptional talent in ceremonial arts and musical theory.
…And what use is that?
The Divine Era is on the horizon—strength is what really matters!
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[Century Douluo (Purple)]: You will achieve the rank of Titled Douluo in a hundred years.
??? A hundred years? You think people just live that long?
System, are you messing with me?
Wait… hold on.
That must be what would've happened without the system, right?
So even with only innate Rank 5 soul power and no system, I could've become a Titled Douluo in a century?
Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a little smug.
Seems I'm not such a bad transmigrator after all.
Then he looked at the final trait:
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[Ill-Fated (Gray)]: Your life will be filled with hardships and misfortune, but you will endure.
Tsk—seriously?!
So I'd have to suffer through that much just to become a Titled Douluo?
What kind of tragic life was I heading for?
Thankfully… thankfully, I've awakened my system.
From now on, everything will change.
Lin Feng let out a deep breath of relief.