Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 8 Enrollment, Dormitory 7

A month later, in a dilapidated courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

Fang Ling ate pig intestines, watching the virtual progress bar grow with great delight.

The original empty frame has now grown by more than one-sixth!

A pig, like a human, can grow by one percent, but slaughtering a pig is much easier than killing a human.

This was the pace he had always dreamed of.

Although due to physical and technical reasons, it takes him three days to kill one.

Not many were killed, but it was still far better than him waiting idly.

The progress bar increases along with the pig slaughtering process; it only takes about five months to accumulate some progress.

The speed at which one becomes a Soul Master has more than doubled.

However, besides slaughtering pigs, there is another very important matter now—

It's time to register.

That's right. There are many villages outside the city, so the Spirit Hall will go there three months in advance to awaken the spirit.

In the city, because it's closer, they all apply a month in advance.

After slaughtering pigs for a month, Fang Ling should now go back to school.

He changed into a clean and simple new set of clothes, and reluctantly kept the dilapidated courtyard in his heart.

He will be living at Notting Academy, the land of dragons, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he probably won't be coming back.

He tucked the dagger, a prize from the old beggar, into his waistband and then found the hidden proof.

He looked at it carefully first, then kissed it, and strode out.

Notting College is in the west of Notting City, while his dilapidated courtyard is in the south.

The city isn't big, and he's quite familiar with the surrounding areas, so it won't be long before he gets there.

We arrived at our destination in about half an hour.

A tall rock archway with two dark iron gates at its base.

In the center of the archway are four large characters: "Notting College".

This door alone shows its immense value; Soul Masters truly deserve to be the rulers of the Douluo Continent.

A young man stood guard at the entrance; his slovenly demeanor made him look like no good person.

Most likely, he'll make things difficult for Tang San later and be judged as someone who has a way to get himself killed.

Seeing Fang Ling standing motionless, the gatekeeper waved his finger downwards at him, shooing him away:

"Go away, you little brat, go play somewhere else. This is Notting Academy, not a place for you to play."

"Hello handsome, I am a work-study student from Huangshi Village who is about to enroll in Notting Academy. This is the Soul Master certificate issued by Master Su."

Fang Ling wasn't annoyed by his impolite words; he simply took out his Soul Master certificate and handed it to him.

The gatekeeper took the certificate and glanced at it briefly: "Weapon spirit scythe, level one spirit power?"

After waiting a while, seeing that Fang Ling did not give any response, he glanced at his prosthetic leg and a playful smile appeared on his face.

"With such low-level soul power and a cripple like him, he wants to enroll?"

"What a terrible village Huangshi Village is."

Fang Ling didn't care about the insults directed at Huangshi Village, since he wasn't from there anyway.

But I couldn't help feeling angry at him for blocking my way.

Tang San was right.

Fang Ling was starting to agree with him; that damned doorman really deserved to die!

I only worked for a month, and not only did I not get much money, but there were also some things I couldn't pay!

That idiot gatekeeper isn't a Soul Master, yet he dares to block the road and ask for money. Does he want to die?

Fang Ling is currently living cautiously, but he wouldn't be so afraid to draw his sword if threatened by a mere mortal!

A flash of light appeared in his right palm, and the scythe-wielding martial spirit materialized in an instant.

At the same time, his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was unusually cold, and a faint murderous aura unconsciously emanated from his brows.

He had killed people and ten pigs before, so whenever he recalled the feeling at that time, the so-called murderous aura would naturally emerge.

It's not right to kill someone who has no soul power and can be the gatekeeper of a soul master academy.

So he was just trying to scare him; otherwise, he would definitely have started with lime.

The doorman's smiling face suddenly froze.

Looking at the gleaming blade in Fang Ling's hand, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.

Wrong person! Where did this incredibly powerful brat come from?

He extorted money from others for three years, and the only reason he's still alive is because he has good judgment and knows when to back down.

Realizing something was wrong, the gatekeeper cursed his bad luck and quickly begged for forgiveness: "I was still half asleep last night and spoke without thinking today. Brother Fang, please don't take offense at my stupidity."

Fang Ling ignored his pleas for mercy and walked right past him.

Upon entering the academy, the sickle disappeared, and his left hand was taken out from the lime bag tucked into his waistband.

He dusted off his hands and sneered, "You cheapskate."

The gatekeeper looked at the scattered dust and felt a chill run down his spine, knowing he had just brushed with death.

He hurriedly bowed repeatedly and slapped his own cheeks forcefully.

"I'm a scoundrel, I'm a scoundrel."

Fang Ling stopped paying attention to the unlucky thing. He knew where the Academic Affairs Office was, so he headed straight for the first floor of the main teaching building.

The entrance to the Academic Affairs Office was wide open. I glanced at the sign on the door to make sure I hadn't come to the wrong place, and then went straight inside.

……

Having successfully registered, Fang Ling took a standard white Notting College uniform from the head of the teaching department and headed towards the dormitory building.

The work-study students' dormitory is in Dormitory 7, which is the dormitory with the worst environment in the entire college.

This is not surprising. Since they didn't pay tuition, the fact that they provided a place for a poor boy like him to live and study is already a blessing from the Spirit Hall.

At least he has a bed and won't be killed in his sleep; it's better than his original dilapidated courtyard.

As soon as I reached the door of Dormitory 7, I heard a commotion coming from inside.

Looking closely, I saw that the door was open and there were seven or eight children playing inside.

Fang Ling knocked on the door, her face bearing her usual bright smile.

They're all roommates, so we should get along well.

Life can be more comfortable.

"Hello, I'm Fang Ling, the new work-study student."

Everyone's attention was drawn to the newcomer, and they stopped fooling around.

The tallest and most imposing man walked towards him.

He was tall and muscular, a full two heads taller than the thin Fang Ling.

He glanced at Fang Ling's improved prosthetic leg in surprise, then looked down at him condescendingly.

"I'm Wang Sheng, the boss of our dorm, my martial spirit is the War Tiger. What's your martial spirit, kid?"

"sickle."

Fang Ling summoned his martial spirit and showed it to them.

sickle!

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up; it was a decent battle spirit.

But then his eyes immediately dimmed; unfortunately, he was a cripple.

"Little cripple, remember to listen to me from now on, okay?"

"What will happen if I don't listen?" Fang Ling blinked.

"Beat me, and you can be the boss and don't have to listen to anyone! Want to try?"

Wang Sheng clenched his fist so hard it cracked, then gestured with his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, towards Fang Ling.

A defiant smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he intended to intimidate.

"Are you scared?"

"Let's have a fight." Fang Ling's smile remained unchanged as he raised his scythe and challenged him to a duel.

"I have my own things to do, and I can't take your orders."

Given Wang Sheng's physical advantages alone, he would most likely lose if he didn't go all out from the start.

They were classmates who would be together for at least three years, and they were in the same college. Fang Ling didn't intend to go all out, but she had no choice but to hit them.

When people are bullied, they will naturally want to vent their anger, and the simplest way is to redirect that anger.

Therefore, we must not be looked down upon from the very beginning.

Otherwise, if they are too young and physically weak, they will easily suffer losses.

(End of this chapter)