Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 6 Experiment

No matter what the plan is, the most important thing is to prevent Tang San from coming into contact with the immortal herbs!

Otherwise, if he ruins it with a kiss from a snow-white swan, where else can I find such a good place to improve myself?

Such rare and precious herbs are naturally reserved for the virtuous.

Fang Ling has already suffered mentally, physically, and emotionally. He's been through so much poverty and hardship; it's time for his luck to change.

After a moment of daydreaming, Fang Ling came back to his senses.

One should not be overly ambitious; one should look to the future while also keeping an eye on the present.

Compared to the City of Slaughter, the Great Soul Arena is much easier.

Inside, it's open and aboveboard killing, and there are no restrictions. Any Soul Master can go inside to fight.

When faced with the lure of money, a life-or-death struggle is never lacking.

However, Fang Ling still needs to become at least a one-ring Soul Master before he can go.

This is awkward.

If one relies on gradual cultivation, adding a little bit each year, how long would it take to complete one cycle?

Are we really going to kill someone?

But indiscriminate killing is a dead end!

Fang Ling knew with his toes that his leveling speed was definitely not as fast as the Spirit Hall's speed in capturing people.

I washed my face with cold water to clean off the congealed blood and to clear my head.

While looting the corpses for spoils, Fang Ling pondered.

"Does it have to be killing, or is the act of killing itself effective?"

"If that works, how about killing rats? What about insects? What about spirit beasts?"

"They're all living beings. Surely the control panel wouldn't only recognize humans and look down on rats and spirit beasts, would it?"

We'll have to try catching mice later.

Upon realizing the key point, Fang Ling's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Then, his groping hand paused, and he kicked the corpse on the ground.

His smile vanished slightly, he spat, and cursed, "Damn it, how come you're so poor?"

The trap was used up, but nothing was found.

The only piece of clothing of any value was stabbed to pieces and soaked in blood, which couldn't be washed out at all.

Although he had a high probability of guessing that the attacker wouldn't be carrying any miscellaneous items, he was still extremely annoyed.

I don't know where the old beggar lives, so I can't lick his bag!

Fang Ling recognized who the person was.

The old beggar he greeted earlier that day was one of the losers who tried to take his territory.

After six months of peace, I never expected they would dare to come and assassinate me in the middle of the night.

They probably saw the proof in Fang Ling's hand and were afraid that he would seek revenge after becoming a Soul Master, so they came.

This is simply judging a gentleman by one's own petty standards. Is Fang Ling such a narrow-minded person?

Hehe~ The old beggar guessed right, it really was!

Those who once tried to seize his territory were not kind people.

He's got countless lives on his hands; he's ruthless. There's no need to pity him.

One by one, they will be settled in due course.

He's just that vengeful.

Fang Ling knew why the old beggar didn't come in through the main gate and avoid so many traps.

They've been tricked before!

Last time, I came in through the main gate, fell into a trap, and almost got beaten to death.

So the old beggar was extra careful this time, and instead of taking the seemingly easy route through the dilapidated main entrance, he climbed over the wall to get in.

He made up his mind to kill Fang Ling.

Unfortunately, while he was cautious, Fang Ling was even more cautious.

There are traps even near the wall!

It's specifically designed to prevent people from bypassing the Great Firewall.

Besides, what the old beggar probably didn't expect was that there were more traps in the bushes than he had anticipated.

There are also traps in the trees, forming a three-dimensional trap array.

If you're not careful and get hit by one, the pain will cause you to lose focus and composure, and you'll end up getting hit by several more!

Having exhausted many traps, the old beggar's death was not unjust.

Finding nothing, Fang Ling suppressed her nausea and began dismembering the body.

Because he was young and frail, his whole body couldn't be dragged, and it wouldn't be good to dig such a big pit, so they buried him piece by piece.

In both his past and present lives, although this was his first time killing someone, he had done plenty of things like skinning rats after becoming a beggar.

His hands were already stained with blood, so he could still endure it.

They worked all night, and it wasn't until dawn the next day that they finally buried the old beggar in the ground.

Fang Ling yawned, feeling sleepy.

After a hard night's work, we finally managed to cover up the matter.

Although we didn't find any other loot, the dagger was quite nice.

The streamlined blade blends seamlessly with the handle, and the blade is forged from the finest steel. After countless hammering and polishing processes, the surface exhibits a deep blue-gray hue.

It should be made of soft steel wrapped with hard steel. The blade is a hard, silvery-white metal that reflects a faint, cold light in the dark, like a cold glint cutting through the night sky.

He wasn't injured at all when he clashed with Fang Ling's sickle.

No, it's more accurate to say that it's fortunate the scythe spirit wasn't injured anywhere.

In short, this knife is truly extraordinary, and Fang Ling's hard work all night was worthwhile.

Regardless of where the old beggar got the dagger, it will be his from now on.

Insert the knife into an ordinary leather sheath.

Fang Ling fought off her sleepiness and took off her clothes.

Their faces were covered in blood, so their clothes naturally couldn't escape the same fate.

The blood can't be washed away; use it as kindling.

After spending some more time rearranging the traps, setting up new rat traps, and cleaning the bloodstains off the haystacks, Fang Ling finally succumbed to sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep indoors.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The sun is setting in the west.

I was starving and my stomach was empty.

After a simple meal of boiled meat, he went to inspect the rat traps again.

The strength of the old traps was adjusted, and three new traps were set, resulting in a total of three triggers.

One was not caught, one escaped, and only one mouse took the bait.

He was on his deathbed.

But the slight rise and fall of his chest told Fang Ling that the mouse was still alive and well!

Fearing it would die too quickly, he immediately revealed his martial spirit.

A sharp sickle flashed, and the rat was instantly beheaded.

Bright red blood gushed from the cut, making it seem slightly more cruel than killing someone in the dark.

But Fang Ling had no time to pay attention to any of that; his mind was fixed on the gray, illusory progress bar in his eyes.

It's gotten longer!

It really has grown!

However, the magnitude was pitifully small, only one ten-thousandth.

The fact that killing rats also adds a progress bar confirms that any act of killing will earn you points.

Like spirit rings, they require the user to kill the target.

Because he had caught at least a hundred rats for food the previous year.

However, to ensure the rats don't escape, the traps are set quite powerfully, and all that's found during the day are dead.

Now that we know we can gain points through killing, how can we speed up this process?

If you choose to kill rats to gain points, you need to kill 10,000...

So stupid.

Even if Nottingham has them, how long would it take to catch 10,000?

Judging from the growth rate of the progress bar, the size of the body or the amount of primordial energy contained within it is key.

The Soul Master cannot kill him.

In order to avoid being wanted by the authorities and to avoid the slow process of killing rats to accumulate points, one needs to find a large, easy-to-kill rat that can be killed repeatedly as a source of points.

For example—slaughterhouses.

Fang Ling's eyes gleamed with golden light.

In slaughterhouses, pigs, cattle, and sheep are all stationed in fixed positions; they can be killed with a single cut to the throat, much easier than killing a human.

And you might even be able to make some money on the side, reducing your food expenses.

Slaughterhouses can lack anything but meat. In the Douluo Continent, offal is universally disliked and unwanted.

He wants it!

This is an excellent source of meat.

Fang Ling nodded secretly after thinking about this.

He needed to get to the slaughterhouse, and coincidentally, he knew someone who might be able to help him.

The fat butcher.

Fang Ling doesn't want anything else, he just wants him to provide him, a future Soul Master, with a way to enter the slaughterhouse. Is that too much to ask?

If Tang San can forge iron after class, why can't he slaughter pigs?

The more Fang Ling thought about it, the more excited she became, and she couldn't wait to run over to him.

Unfortunately, it was already late, and the butcher shop had long since closed.

I don't know where the other people live, so I'll have to go tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)