Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

"Yay! Brother Le, I want to eat your cooking!" Ma Hongjun was the first to jump out.

"Yeah, yeah, Mo Le, your cooking is so delicious! Why haven't you shown me this before? You, Mo Le, you actually lied to your sister Xiao Wu!" Xiao Wu said, hands on her hips, looking displeased.

"Hmm? Is Brother Le's cooking delicious?" Xiao Ao curiously peeked over.

"Brother Le's cooking skills are superb," ​​Tang San said succinctly, giving him high praise.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Soon, the group arrived at the cafeteria.

Mo Le cooked again, though he didn't really want to cook because he was lazy...

But there's nothing I can do, the food in the cafeteria is just...

It's hard to say.

Then, according to everyone's tastes, he prepared their favorite foods: fried egg and bacon sandwiches, lemon-baked fish, meat congee with pickled vegetables, radish and vegetable congee, ham sandwiches, large chicken legs, beef ramen, braised pork knuckle, braised fish...

One steaming dish after another was served, its aroma filling the entire cafeteria and even attracting the faculty members.

Finally, everyone gathered together, eating and sharing interesting stories.

The dinner table is the best time to build rapport.

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"The Book Says."

Dio looked at Jojo with a sigh and said, "Jojo... human abilities do indeed have limits. In my short life, I've learned that the more someone schemes and plots, the more likely they are to encounter unexpected situations and stumble. Unless they transcend humanity."

"Therefore, I yearn to become an existence beyond humanity. Do you understand, JoJo?"

JOJO was puzzled and looked at Dio with a confused expression.

"Dio, what are you saying?"

Just then, Dio's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "I... I'm not human anymore! JOJO!"

With that, he suddenly pulled out the sinister stone mask and the dagger he had hidden for so long, and shouted with burning eyes, "I will surpass humanity! JOJO!"

Just as Mo Le was getting to this exciting climax, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang!"

then……

Then there was no sound.

The entire hall fell silent. Everyone's hearts were in their throats, eagerly awaiting Dior's next move—whether he would put on a mask or something else.

Mo Le didn't continue speaking; he just smiled and looked at everyone.

"And then what? What's Dio going to do?"

Ning Rongrong was the first to lose her composure. She leaned forward, placed her hands on the table, and stared wide-eyed.

"Hurry up and tell me! Did Dio put the Stone Mask on his own face?"

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Le, you tell us."

"Brother Le, say something!"

The others chimed in, craning their necks and looking on with anticipation.

However, Mo Le simply smiled.

As everyone watched, he slowly said:

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

"???" xN

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned. What kind of nonsense was this?!

Mo Le used all the tricks that authors and storytellers love most.

Hehe~

At the climax, I stopped updating.

"What?"

Dai Mubai crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, looking speechless.

"No, wait, Mo Le, you've already gotten to the most crucial point. Why are you stopping now? Are you doing this on purpose?"

Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, was even more anxious, scratching his head and saying, "Hey, Brother Le, this is even more powerful than a soul skill! It's practically a mental attack!"

"Tell me quickly, what is Dio going to do next?"

Even Zhu Zhuqing felt displeased, but she did not show it.

The most extravagant of all is the Oscars.

This guy moved closer to Mo Le, almost pressing against her, his eyes blinking big and watery, his voice sickeningly sweet:

"Tell me quickly, Brother Le~, what is Dio planning to do next? He's not going to put on the Stone Mask himself, is he?! Look at my earnest eyes."

Mo Le gave him a disdainful push.

"Ugh. I already said we'd talk about it next time. Your sweet talk won't work."

Seeing this, Oscar could only sigh and accept the fact that the novel would be temporarily suspended.

Xiao Wu was unhappy; she wanted to hear it, and she was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Ning Rongrong placed her hands on the table and stared straight at Mo Le: "If you're willing to continue telling me this story, I can give you a hundred gold soul coins a day!"

Mo Le: ?

"This isn't about money..."

"two hundred."

"I also need time to cultivate myself."

"three hundred."

"..."

Mo Le fell silent, while Ning Rongrong felt she hadn't said enough, so...

"One thousand!" (One million copper soul coins)

The crowd standing by were completely dumbfounded as they looked at the wealthy and powerful Ning Rongrong.

As expected of the darling of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she is incredibly wealthy and powerful.

Don't use the mindset of a poor person to guess the amount of pocket money a rich kid receives.

In the end, Mo Le had no choice but to compromise, but he still didn't accept Ning Rongrong's money.

He doesn't lack money, nor does he really need it. And what good is having a lot of money if you don't have real ability?

My neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary.

"I can find the time to write the story down, and I might publish it later. If you'd like to read it, just support me then. Forget about the money."

Mo Le was genuinely surprised by Ning Rongrong and the others' reactions.

It's just a story, is it really that big of a deal?

While the story of JoJo is indeed fantastic, however...

wrong!

Mo Le suddenly realized something.

In the Douluo Continent, a world almost like the Middle Ages, entertainment options seem extremely limited.

Most people pass the time by eating, drinking, having fun, and watching Soul Fighting matches to relieve their loneliness. Even Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Dai Mubai, the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, were completely captivated by his stories.

Not to mention ordinary people who have never seen the world.

In this situation...

Mo Le could write novels!

The essential skill for time travelers is simply copying texts... Pshaw! Being a world porter.

This would satisfy the entertainment needs of the local people, spread some values ​​(the spirit of gold) to the world, and perhaps even make some money on the side.

[The Golden Spirit: The core principles that embody justice, courage, and sacrifice.]

Why didn't he think of that before?

He used to be focused on spiritual cultivation; he didn't have time to write novels.

And now, he has cultivated to level forty-nine...

The Imperial Uncle said it well: "I've fought wars my whole life, can't I enjoy myself a little?"

He's already transmigrated, and if he can't do what he wants, then what's the point of his transmigration?!

In short, I can do whatever I want!

Just do it.

With that in mind, Mo Le quickly finished his meal and went to Soto City, where he cautiously inquired about the situation first.

Discovering the arts and entertainment of this era...

It's not that it's rubbish, it's just that people don't understand it or appreciate it. The most popular one is... well... the Imperial Uncle is so popular everywhere.

After receiving confirmation, Mo Le bought paper and pen nearby and quickly wrote down the entire first part of "JOJO".

It's definitely a remake, a version that he modified appropriately.

After all, it's impossible to copy it completely; that would be unreasonable.

Firearms exist in the JOJO world, can I write about that?

That's impossible, right?

Therefore, it must be modified. It needs to be logical, yet illogical, but it must be reasonable; it needs to have satisfying moments, but not too satisfying, but it must be satisfying...

There is no such thing as a perfect work that pleases everyone.

Afterwards, Mo Le took the written paper to her designated spot and published it.

Because the name he submitted was the same as that of the person who published the theory of plant and elemental martial souls six years ago, the people in Soto City were initially somewhat skeptical.

After all, is this young Mo Le really the legendary Master Mo Le?

If that's true...

Does that mean that someone could publish a paper that would shake the entire world of plant and elemental soul masters at the age of six?

This is truly incredible.

Who would believe such an outrageous story?

However, after going through layers of verification, and even actively seeking out the master who had helped publish the article, they finally confirmed Mo Le's identity.

Mo Le's novel was finally published.

Of course, these are all things to follow.

After all, contacting the master and confirming Mo Le's true identity would take time. There were no cell phones here, and communication could only be done by writing letters; special communication methods were all controlled by powerful forces.

After finishing all this, Mo Le returned to Shrek Academy, carrying the original manuscript in his hand, intending to show it to Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others.

As he passed by the playground, he saw two people waiting there.

Is it Oscar and Ning Rongrong?