Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 1 Transmigrating to Douluo Continent, Starting with a Bowl

It was still dark.

Under the bright light of the blazing torches, the city's vegetable market had already begun to bustle.

Shopkeepers come and go, preparing the ingredients and goods to be sold during the day.

However, a loud shout suddenly broke the silence.

"You damned cripple, you stole my meat!"

A deep, powerful voice came from in front of a butcher shop.

Before the table, a thin, lame little man clutched a piece of meat and ran frantically.

The rotten cotton covering the tip fell off, and the cheap wooden prosthetic limb kept rising and falling, hitting the stone slabs on the ground with a crisp "tap tap tap" sound.

Although it appears to be missing half of its left lower leg, which is replaced by a wooden prosthetic leg, its speed is by no means slow.

The fat shop owner chased after him, panting heavily, but couldn't catch up.

The distance between the two grew wider and wider.

Finally, the fat man could only gasp for breath, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion, and shouting in vain, "Damn cripple, you son of a bitch, you stop right there!"

"I don't want to!"

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with him, the little cripple stopped, turned around, made a face, and waved his little hand, saying, "Don't be angry, just consider it an investment in me."

"Pah! Invest my ass!"

The fat shop owner spat on the ground, struggled to his feet, and his large belly twitched.

"I let it go this once, I'm kind-hearted and won't pursue it, but that son of a bitch came back a second time!"

"Do you really think I have no temper?"

The little cripple waved from afar, as if to soothe him: "Calm down, calm down, getting angry is bad for your health."

Once the fat man calmed down a bit, he continued, "Once my martial soul awakens tomorrow and I gain soul power, becoming a soul master, then I'll be able to pay you back, right?"

Her dirty little face wore an expression of complete entitlement.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding shopkeepers couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What kind of daydreams are you having, you little beggar? Do you think you can even dream of a Soul Master?"

"The Resurrector? He's as skinny as a skeleton, tsk tsk."

"A whimsical little cripple."

The lame man ignored their mockery and grinned at the fat man selling meat again.

He expressed his gratitude and ran off in a flash.

The fat man dusted himself off, watched the tiny figure disappear into the distance, and pursed his lips: "You'd better pray you actually have soul power."

……

In a long-abandoned courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

The lame man looked at the chunks of meat and rotten vegetable leaves bubbling in the pot in front of him, added some salt, and, bathed in the orange glow of the fire, drifted into a reverie.

His name is Fang Ling, and he is from Earth.

A year ago, he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent and became a skinny, dirty little beggar whose left calf was missing.

The little beggar was nameless; everyone who knew him called him Little Cripple. So he gave himself a name from his previous life: Fang Ling.

The location is Notting City, Fasno Province, Tiandou Empire.

This is the location of Notting Academy, where Tang San studied.

Although it's not a big city, it's a border town and one of the nodes for trade between the two countries.

It is a prosperous place with thriving commerce.

But wealth is wealth, it all belongs to others.

It has absolutely nothing to do with him, this lame little beggar who started with just a bowl.

As a young, lame beggar, Fang Ling was truly poor.

Not a single penny.

His entire possessions consisted of a patched-up coarse linen garment, a rusty iron pot he had found, a dented iron bowl, a sharp broken knife, and a pair of straw sandals he had woven himself.

The contrast between being a modern person who never lacked food or drink and was in good health in their previous life and suddenly becoming an ancient person who relies on self-made prosthetics to move around and survives solely by begging and scavenging is simply indescribable.

If it weren't for the ever-present, illusory progress bar representing his cheat ability constantly moving in his eyes, coupled with the constant encouragement of his wondrous martial spirit and the allure of cultivation, he would have had a hard time persevering for the entire year. Indeed, Fang Ling possessed an inexplicable cheat ability.

This is an illusory progress bar located in his eyes, visible only to him.

The progress bar is a thick gray straight line that has been growing at a steady and slow pace throughout the year, and now it is almost touching the border.

Its origin and function are unknown. Despite trying various methods such as sunbathing, eating more, and meditation, it cannot speed up the process even slightly.

Through telepathic communication, Fang Ling learned that the progress bar would reach 100% in two days.

However, once it reaches 100%, corresponding changes will inevitably occur.

The day his cheat was awakened also happened to be the day he went to awaken his martial soul.

As a thin, poorly fed beggar, without any dramatic background, he would most likely awaken a useless martial soul.

Needless to say, their soul power is so low that being half a level above Yu Xiaogang would be considered good.

Without enough meat, you can't do any physical training that might be related to awakening your soul power; you'll only ruin yourself.

In order to maintain his meat intake and prevent his body from collapsing, he had no choice but to steal, in addition to his daily tasks of catching rats and insects.

Because no one will pity him, a little beggar.

From his memories, Fang Ling knew that the fat shop owner had only recently arrived in the city and that he was a relatively kind person, which was why Fang Ling dared to go there.

Besides, he stole it, and he's an ambitious person. He's already written down this kindness in his little notebook, and he'll repay it when he becomes successful.

Besides that, Fang Ling's only hope now is that he really has a dramatic background.

If only someone with this background could awaken a powerful enough martial soul.

It would be even better if he could become a Soul Master even if he ate very poorly and was very thin, as long as he had decent Soul Power.

Otherwise, we can only hope for some external help or that there will be perks in time travel.

……

Two days later, Fang Ling woke up early from her sleep.

First, they checked the traps in the yard and found no signs of them being disturbed.

Only then did I feel safe and confident enough to start washing up.

She washed her face, brushed her teeth with willow branches, changed into clean and dried clothes, and ate a couple of bites of a steamed bun that someone else had left over.

Then he sat obediently, waiting for his destined moment to arrive.

The progress bar in my eyes seemed to be slowly moving forward, like someone cutting and cutting again, and after going through 99.9...9% of the cycle, it was finally about to end.

The seemingly still gray progress bar resembled a hibernating beast slowly awakening.

As countless invisible moments passed, it progressed steadily for a year at an almost imperceptible pace, finally reaching its final stage.

A rare ray of light, like the first rays of dawn, instantly broke the surrounding silence.

Everything in my eyes seemed to have been given new life and color.

Accompanied by this mysterious and unpredictable light, Fang Ling felt as if he had been sublimated, and his soul instantly reached its peak.

"Snapped!"

The itch kicked in, and he slapped the mosquito sucking blood from his face, snapping him out of his reverie, his face twitching slightly.

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