darknovel Chapter 1 A Shameful Time Travel
Chapter 1 A Shameful Time Travel
Chapter 1 A Shameful Time Travel
Douluo Continent, Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Notting City, Sweet Potato Village.
A little boy who looked about three or four years old was leisurely lying on a large rock, basking in the sun, with a piece of blue silver grass in his mouth. He was Fang Tian, who had just awakened his memories of his past life.
Fang Tian regained his past life memories a couple of days ago, as if he had finally unraveled the mystery of his three-year pregnancy and awakened in an instant.
Speaking of the reason for his time travel, Fang Tian felt an urge to cover his face!
That morning, Fang Tian was walking to work, munching on a hot roasted sweet potato as he went. As he waited at the traffic light, he suddenly heard a screeching of brakes and a crash beside him, which startled him.
A mouthful of sweet potato, which he was about to swallow, went down his trachea. He lost consciousness and saw the two drivers involved in the accident had no injuries whatsoever! They got out of their cars angrily and started tearing at each other, arguing.
Fang Tian was filled with grief and indignation! What was this? The eldest and second eldest brothers got into a fight and sent the third eldest brother away! I'm so unlucky!
If there were a list of embarrassing moments from time travel, would I be ranked in the top three?
Thinking this, Fang Tian forcibly stopped reminiscing. He couldn't think about it; just thinking about it gave him the urge to bang his head against a wall!
I don't want to think about it anymore! After all, those are things from my past life. I should think about how I should walk my future path.
Based on the casual conversations I've overheard these past two days, I've roughly learned about my surroundings. This world is called Douluo Continent, and my village is called Sweet Potato Village, belonging to Notting City in the Fasno Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Sweet Potato Village is just an ordinary little village with no Soul Masters, and it's unlikely that anyone would hear about major events in the Soul Master world.
As for which time period we're in now? It definitely belongs to the timeline of the first part. Because there are still people from the Spirit Hall awakening martial spirits for civilians every year!
In his previous life, Fang Tian had been a fan of online novels for a period of time, and had read the novel "Douluo Continent." Later, he heard that a Douluo anime version had been released, and he had talked about it with some friends who liked anime. Therefore, he was quite familiar with the plot of Douluo.
Fang Tian felt that with his foresight, he couldn't possibly do too badly. Of course, this was on the premise that he could awaken innate soul power and become a soul master.
In Douluo Continent, whether one awakens innate soul power depends on parental inheritance and one's own physical qualities; one can also gamble on rare martial soul mutations.
Although Fang Tian's parents in this life were not Soul Masters, they still possessed Soul Power. Fang's father and mother each consciously awakened to the first level of Soul Power back then, but after six years of hard work at the Junior Soul Master Academy, they still couldn't advance to the tenth level, so they eventually gave up.
Fang Tian's father possessed the standard martial soul of Sweet Potato Village, while his mother possessed an earth martial soul. Although they had neglected their spiritual power for so many years, they should still have retained a few levels of spiritual power... right?
Thinking about it this way, Fang Tian realized that he might not necessarily possess soul power!
Thinking about this, Fang Tian wondered if he had forgotten something important. After all, he was a transmigrator, shouldn't he have the standard equipment for transmigrators—a system?
"System? Brother System? Grandpa System?" Fang Tian called out eagerly.
"Host, I'm here." A mechanical voice, devoid of any emotion, sounded in Fang Tian's mind.
"Haha, there really is a system!" Fang Tian laughed loudly, no longer caring whether anyone was around or if they would think he was crazy.
"Brother Tongzi, what kind of system is this?" Fang Tian asked excitedly.
"Host, pay attention to receiving information." The words had barely left Fang Tian's mind when a massive influx of information arrived. Fang Tian was so overwhelmed by the information that he felt dizzy and only regained consciousness half a minute later.
This system is called an identification system! Its function is to identify everything.
Its origins are also significant, stemming from the dimensional consciousness of the Douluo Continent.
Before being possessed, the consciousness of the Douluo plane pulled Fang Tian from Earth and exhausted all its power to cross the river of time, sending Fang Tian to the time before Tang San became a god, hoping to change its own fate. However, the backlash of time and space shattered the Douluo plane consciousness, leaving only a small fragment that miraculously connected to the laws of the current Douluo world, becoming Fang Tian's cheat code—the recognition system—and saving his life.
"Identification system? Is it the kind of identification I understand?" Fang Tian couldn't help but recall the scene from his previous life where he scanned a product with his phone and the phone then displayed the product information.
"Yes, host, it's the recognition you understand." The system's voice remained calm and composed.
"Brother Tongzi, can we identify the trajectory of soul power within someone else's body?" Fang Tian asked cautiously, clinging to his last hope.
"Host, the system cannot do this."
Fang Tian's face had darkened. Everyone else's system was incredibly powerful, or at the very least, a system that required excessive grinding. He could just work hard to grind it out.
That's it! Just a recognition function? It's not useless, but it's really not that helpful. How am I supposed to possess extraordinary talent? How am I supposed to become stronger quickly?
Our ancestors were right: mountains crumble and people run away, so we shouldn't place our hopes on the system.
Who are we? We are socialist successors, born in the new China, raised under the red flag, inheriting the iron will of our predecessors, and always ready to charge forward! We must rely on ourselves!
Fang Tian forced himself to drink a bowl of chicken soup, barely managing to cheer himself up, and continued to think about what to do next.
Let's take a look at the specifics of this system first; perhaps we can discover some ingenious uses. Fang Tian thought to himself, unwilling to give up.
"System, identify the Blue Silver Grass on the ground ahead," Fang Tian said to the system in his mind.
"Please aim your eyes at the object and focus your attention on the object you want to identify."
In an instant, a light blue panel that only Fang Tian could see opened.
Name: Blue Silver Grass
Duration: One year
Brief introduction: Blue Silver Grass is a common plant found everywhere in the Douluo Continent.
Fang Tian looked at the scene he had expected, and his heart sank even further.
"System, identify myself," Fang Tian said, clinging to his last hope.
Host: Fang Tian
Age: Three years old
Martial Soul: Mutant Sweet Potato (Unawakened)
Innate Soul Power: 25/500
Physical fitness: 30/100 (around 100 for a normal human)
Mental state: 120/100 (around 100 for a normal human)
Synopsis: A human cub with a mutated martial soul and abnormal mental strength.
"Wow! It can recognize itself, and the recognition is much clearer than other things. Could this be used as a system for overworking the body?" Fang Tian exclaimed in surprise.
"Moreover, I have innate soul power, although it's relatively low, but it's not unchangeable. And my body is only three years old now, so maybe my soul power will continue to increase as I get older?" Fang Tian thought with a smile.
"From the original work, we know that the level of innate soul power is closely related to physical fitness. I will work hard to improve my physical fitness in the future." Fang Tian felt much more at ease.
"In my previous life, I learned some basic methods of cultivating and practicing Qi from my grandfather, an old Chinese medicine doctor. During the time I was obsessed with novels, I even tried to develop an internal energy cultivation technique myself, although I didn't achieve any results in the end." Fang Tian's thoughts kept churning.
"The internal energy cultivation isn't working, which might be related to the lack of certain energy in the world in my previous life. Now I'm in a fantasy world, albeit a fantasy one. But maybe some of the things I learned from my grandfather in my previous life, or even the internal energy cultivation I created myself, can finally be effective!" Fang Tian thought excitedly.
"The internal energy I developed in my previous life is not the kind of fabricated technique in martial arts novels that opens up all the meridians in the body. Rather, it is a method that absorbs the energy of heaven and earth to strengthen one's own essence, energy, and spirit, based on the circulation of the body's own vital energy and in accordance with the theory of the meridian flow."
"It's just too difficult to get started. In my previous life, I tried for a year but couldn't even get started, so I just left it aside to collect dust. As a result, my grandfather scolded me severely."
Grandpa had seen this internal energy cultivation method and thought it aligned well with the principles of traditional Chinese medicine, being very balanced and harmonious. He believed it could lead to some success and even named it "Midnight-Noon Flow." However, after a year of practice without even getting the basics right, he gave up. He was truly a terrible person.
Later, Fang Tian heard his grandfather proudly say that he had mastered some techniques of the Meridian Flow Theory and felt his body had become much stronger. Even before Fang Tian's transmigration, the grandfather, over ninety years old, was still vigorous and agile. This technique must have played a role.
"Sigh, I hope Grandpa won't be too heartbroken about a white-haired man burying a black-haired man!" Fang Tian sighed as he thought of this.
(End of this chapter)