No matter what kind of martial soul I awaken…
Weak or strong…
Trash or genius…
This life—
I will not live it like the last one.
I know what you guys are thinking.
How do I know that Su Yuntao went to Holy Soul Village?
Well… it's simple.
A few moments ago, when I was near the Spirit Hall branch in Notting City, I met someone.
A very… familiar person.
Messy hair. Plain clothes. A stiff expression that made him look unapproachable.
Yes.
The one and only "legendary trash master"—
…Alright, alright.
Grandmaster.
Yu Xiaogang.He had come to collect his monthly subsidy from Spirit Hall.
That's how I confirmed it.
If he was here…
Then Tang San must already be in Holy Soul Village.
Which means—
The story has already begun.
But that's his story…
This is mine.
Step forward."
The Spirit Master's voice pulled me back.
I walked into the center of the awakening circle.
Six faint stones around me began to glow as spirit power filled the formation.
The Spirit Master released his martial soul.
A beast-type.
A faint phantom of a wolf appeared behind him, radiating pressure as it guided the awakening energy. My thoughts… slowed.
Then—
Blank.
My body moved on instinct.
A strange feeling surged from deep within me, as if something long asleep was being called.
Then—
A faint metallic sound echoed.Clink…
In my right hand—
Something appeared.
A piece of metal.
About twenty centimeters long.
Dark. Rough. Incomplete.
Like a fragment of something once whole… now broken.
It floated slightly above my palm, trembling faintly.
Silence.
The entire hall went quiet.
What is that?"
"A weapon?"
"No… it looks broken…"
The Spirit Master frowned.
"A metal fragment…?"
His tone carried uncertainty.
Clearly, this looks like some common martial soul.
But I didn't hear them.
My eyes were fixed on it.
Because the moment it appeared—
I felt it.
A connection.Cold… sharp… and deep.
It wasn't dead.So this is my martial soul…
A broken piece of metal.
For a brief second—
The fragment trembled again.
Almost like it was… responding to me. My lips curled slightly.
"Now, test your spirit power."
The Spirit Master placed a crystal ball in front of me.
I stepped forward and placed my hand on it
Now… it was time to test my innate spirit power.
I stepped forward slowly and placed my hand on the crystal ball.
For a brief moment—nothing happened.
Then—
A faint light flickered.
Not bright. Not dazzling.
Just… ordinary.
"Level 3 spirit power," the Spirit Master announced calmly.
"It's decent. Only a few children in Notting City reach this level."
Level 3.
That was it.
The voices around me slowly faded away.
I couldn't hear anything clearly anymore.
It was as if the entire world had become distant… blurred… meaningless.
Level 3…?In my previous life, I had read countless novels.
Transmigration.
Systems.
Heaven-defying talents.
Chosen ones.
I had waited for it.
Expected it.
Believed in it.
But reality…
Gave me nothing No system.
No miracle.
No hidden power.
Just—
A broken piece of metal.
And level 3 spirit power.
My fists clenched tightly.
A bitter feeling rose in my chest.
So this is my second chance?
All those dreams… All those expectations…
Collapsed silently.
I didn't even remember how I received my martial soul certificate.
Or how I walked out of the awakening hall.
Everything felt like a blur.
"Mo Chen…"
A soft, anxious voice called out.
I slowly raised my head.
Not far away—
A woman stood there.
Simple clothes. Gentle face.
But her eyes…
Filled with worry.
The moment I saw her—
Something inside me broke.
"Mother…"
My voice trembled.Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
"Mo Chen!"
Seeing me cry, she rushed forward and pulled me tightly into her arms.
"It's alright… no matter what happens, you're still my son," she whispered softly.
At that moment—
Everything changed.
This woman…
She wasn't just the mother of this body.
She was—
My mother.
Not a stranger.
Not someone from a borrowed life.
This…
Is my reality.My eyes…
Became calm.
So what if I'm ordinary?
So what if I don't have a system?
So what if my martial soul is broken? A deep determination rose within me.
"Fate…?" I murmured in wardly Then I'll break it.
"I don't need a system."
"I don't need a powerful martial soul given by anyone."
A sharp light flashed in my eyes.
"I will walk my own path."From this moment on—
I was no longer a transmigrator chasing fantasies.
I was Mo Chen.
Son of Wang Lan.
A native of this continent.
And this time—
I will not live an ordinary life.
Now…
Let the real story begin.