Chapter 1 A time traveler without cheats

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Fasno Province.

Nottingham City.

In a small village outside the city.

The rising mist seemed like a pair of skillful hands weaving brocade, mixing the gorgeous colors, like a dream.

Panyan Village, backed by Qianyan Mountain, has been farming for generations.

It was early in the morning, and smoke had risen from every household. The curling smoke blended harmoniously with the high and low houses, beautiful like a painting.

"The floating clouds are not on the same level as this mountain, and the mountain mist is so vast that it is confusing."

Wu Tong is now on the top of the mountain, looking at this extremely beautiful picture, and can't help but sigh.

Thinking of how he came to this world, Wu Tong couldn't help but feel a dream.

Wu Tong, a otaku from the Yanhuang country on Earth, was hit by a sudden truck when he went out to buy daily necessities.

Then he came to this world that he had heard of for a long time in his previous life - Douluo Continent.

But... Truck Emperor, have you forgotten something? For example, what about the golden finger that is essential for travelers?

Wu Tong was very angry. Other travelers who were hit by trucks and traveled to other worlds would carry various plug-ins.

For example, systems, abilities, talents, and skills... These golden fingers can help 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 was nothing special about him.

"Alas, people still have to rely on themselves. I believe that even if I am a useless martial soul, I can definitely reach the top of Douluo with my imagination as a traveler."

Wu Tong complained in a daily manner and began to comfort himself.

"Brother Tong, why are you still here? Let's go. The martial soul awakening is about to begin. Grandpa Karl asked me to call you over quickly."

Just as Wu Tong was comforting himself, a chubby child ran up and shouted to Wu Tong.

"Okay, I'm coming." Wu Tong responded.

After crossing over, relying on the stories of his past life, Wu Tong quickly became friends with the children in the village and became the king of the children in Panyan Village, with a large group of younger brothers.

Wu Tong stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and walked towards the children.

The two went down the mountain together.

"Brother Tong, can you continue to tell the story of Lin Daiyu punching Zhen Guanxi and Tang Monk's seven captures of Sun Wukong?"

The little fat man pleaded with Wu Tong as he walked.

"Little Fatty, let's wait until the spirit awakens to talk about these things. After all, everyone may not be very interested today."

As a person who has read the original Douluo, he naturally understands the characteristics of the Douluo system. The cultivation system of Douluo Continent can be said to have developed the discrimination chain to a peak.

The differentiation of bloodline, clan, and class makes 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 aristocracy.

And this is also a feature that almost all fantasy worlds have in common.

The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, and the strong are respected.

And the awakening of the martial soul is precisely an opportunity to cross classes. But the possibility of being able to achieve this condition is only one in ten million.

Wu Tong knows very well how low the possibility is for a civilian to awaken a good martial soul and possess innate soul power.

It is even absolutely no less than the possibility of a salted fish turning over.

The little fat man also agrees with Wu Tong's statement.

After all, as a native of the Douluo Continent, he understands the importance of martial soul awakening better than Wu Tong.

He also understands how disappointed those children who have not awakened their soul power will feel.

However...

"Brother Tong, my name is Da Zhuang, not Xiao Pang." Xiao Pang was very dissatisfied with Wu Tong's address and corrected it again.

But he had no choice, after all, every time Wu Tong actively admitted his mistakes and refused to repent.

"Okay, Xiao Pang, I know, Xiao Pang. I will pay attention next time, Xiao Pang."

Wu Tong still refused to repent.

Hearing this, Da Zhuang looked at Wu Tong helplessly again, but did not say anything else.

The two walked towards the village together.

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