“Where… have I been sent?”
“Is this still inside the empire?”
On the Douluo Continent, not far from a small village, a clean-cut boy in a short-sleeved shirt stood frozen in place, his face filled with confusion as he looked around.
Xu Fan soon noticed something strange.
In the farmland nearby, someone was floating in midair while swinging a hoe, calmly tilling the soil.
Others held equally bizarre objects in their hands.
“This… looks like a spirit.”
“Don’t tell me I’ve transmigrated to the Douluo Continent?”
[Ding.]
“Tch—what a pleasant sound.” Xu Fan instantly straightened up.
The so-called golden finger that every transmigrator supposedly possessed had finally arrived.
[Detected that the host has arrived on the Douluo Continent.
Initiating system binding.]
[System binding successful.]
[Douluo Edition Storytelling System at your service, Host.]
“So it really is the Douluo Continent.”
Xu Fan immediately focused on understanding the system.
This was his only chance to survive—and to grow stronger—in this world.
At least, for now.
The Douluo Edition Storytelling System was extremely simple, almost crude.
As long as he fabricated stories, he would receive rewards.
One story per week was enough, and doing so would yield the highest-tier rewards.
Xu Fan instantly understood.
“I’ve seen plenty of systems like this.”
“If I make things up here… can others actually see the stories?
And who are they—women?”
The system didn’t respond, but Xu Fan felt he had already seen through it.
This was a pure power-fantasy setup.
The corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.
“Since I’ve been sent here and even given a system like this, if I don’t take full advantage of it, I’d be letting down that hundred-ton truck that flattened me.”
Xu Fan thought for a moment, then squatted down and began sketching an outline in the dirt.
If he was going to fabricate a story, it needed structure—and a hook.
Better yet, it should give the readers a sense of participation.
Once he had made up his mind, Xu Fan asked a nearby farmer a few questions.
This year was Douluo Calendar 2641.
It was the era of the first Douluo story—specifically, the year Tang San entered Shrek Academy.
A perfect time period.
Tang San was twelve years old, and all the major opportunities were still untouched.
As for Xu Fan himself, he had somehow regressed to the age of twelve as well.
That hundred-ton truck was practically a miracle doctor.
“Now that I understand the era… let’s begin.”
…
Spirit Hall, Supreme Pontiff’s bedchamber.
A woman in an elegant purple gown lay reclining on a couch when, without warning, a book appeared in midair before her.
Bibi Dong was startled.
“Who’s there?!”
No one answered.
Frowning, she reached out and took the book from the air.
There was no title on the cover.
Bibi Dong slowly opened it.
[Douluo Calendar 2641.
I, Xu Fan, have been reborn.]
“Rebirth?
Absurd!” Bibi Dong snapped.
“How could rebirth exist in this world?!”
In the next instant, she struck the book with her palm.
A translucent barrier suddenly formed around it, easily blocking her attack.
“How is this possible?!”
Bibi Dong tried method after method, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t shatter the barrier.
“Your Holiness?
Is something wrong?” The Spirit Hall Knights guarding outside were confused by the crashing sounds coming from within.
“There is a—!”
Just as Bibi Dong was about to mention the book, a sudden wave of palpitations washed over her.
It felt as though she had died once already.
Her face drained of color as she stared at the book in horror.
What kind of monster was this thing?
It couldn’t be destroyed, and she couldn’t even speak about it to others.
Could it be… a divine artifact?
Bibi Dong didn’t know.
But one thing was certain—she had to find the owner of this book.
[In the end, there was no victory.
We perished together.
Damn God Kings—joining forces with God Kings from other God Realms to sacrifice the Golden Dragon King using a special method.]
[And Dragon God, you’re truly outrageous.
As your bloodline, the Golden Dragon King’s sacrifice actually summoned the Dark Dragon God—and its combat power was no joke.]
[A battle that affected the entire Douluo Universe… yet there were no winners.]
[Wait—I’ve been reborn!
Since I’ve returned, I finally have enough time.
This time, I won’t take any detours.
If I become a god decades earlier, then with the knowledge in my mind, I can overthrow the God Realm before the Asura God and the others even have time to react!]
Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.
Inside a secluded cave, a woman of peerless beauty quietly held a notebook in her hands.
Her brows knit together slightly.
“Asura God and the other God Kings… sacrificed the Golden Dragon King?
And even summoned the Dark Dragon God, only to perish together with this Xu Fan?”
“The God Realm shouldn’t possess such methods.
It must have involved God Kings from other God Realms.”
“Damn it… damn the God Realm!
To actually dare sacrifice the Golden Dragon King!”
Gu Yuena clenched her teeth.
As the Silver Dragon King, without the Golden Dragon King, she would never be able to restore the Dragon God—and without that, the revival of the Soul Beast Clan and the Dragon Clan would be nothing more than a dream.
She didn’t know whether Xu Fan’s words were true, but this diary itself was undoubtedly real.
Even she couldn’t destroy it.
This was a divine object.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Just as Ning Rongrong was preparing to sneak away, a book suddenly appeared in front of her face.
“My goodness!
A book appearing out of nowhere—could this be my opportunity?”
Having grown up reading novels, Ning Rongrong was extremely familiar with these kinds of sudden encounters.
She immediately opened the notebook.
“Heavens… Xu Fan was reborn?
Doesn’t that mean he knows the future?”
“Then if I can find him, wouldn’t I be carried all the way to success?”
Although she had no idea what God Kings or Golden Dragon Kings actually were, they sounded incredibly powerful.
She was Ning Rongrong—smart and quick-witted.
She would find Xu Fan and hitch a ride to glory.
“Change of plans.
I’m not going to the academy anymore—I’m going to find someone!”
“But… where is Xu Fan?” Ning Rongrong scratched her head, completely at a loss.
The book didn’t mention his location at all.
How was she supposed to find him?
“Whatever.
I’ll leave the sect first.
I’ll figure it out along the way.”
As the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong was certain this notebook was no ordinary item.
After all, this was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Unless it was a Limit Douluo, who could silently deliver something directly into her room?
And no Limit Douluo would be bored enough to prank a Spirit Grandmaster like her.
So this notebook had to be an opportunity.
She, Ning Rongrong, was very clever.
Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Crown Prince’s residence.
Qian Renxue clutched her chest, her face pale.
“So this… is the power of a divinity?”
“A reborn person… I wonder if my future self succeeded.”
“And that woman…”
“I will take back everything that belongs to me!”
[Forget Asura God and the others for now.
That’s still far in the future.]
[Since I’ve finally returned to several hundred years ago, I must work hard.
After all, this is the best era.]