"I'm stuck!? The installation failed!?"
"How can the system installation fail!? I've already taken a whole bottle of Six-Ingredient Rehmannia Pills, and you're telling it's over!? I refuse to accept this!"
Isn't there usually so kind of breakup explosion or sothing!?
Han Feng cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he just broke down crying loudly.
His sudden outburst made his parents extrely worried, but Han Feng didn't have ti to care about that. He was certain that the system spirit, visible only to him, could definitely hear his thoughts. He had to get this cute little spirit to give him an explanation!
Just as Han Feng suspected, the little spirit did hear his thoughts. Her face flushed slightly, but she knew better than to show weakness now.
So what if she had mistakenly chosen the wrong host? So what if she had brought Han Feng into the Douluo Continent? She was not responsible!
What a scummy system… no, an old scummy system!
"Hmph! You're not even my host, so of course the installation failed! Sorry for bringing you to this world, but I know you're a good person… don't worry, I'll rember you!"
Han Feng was stunned.
He was actually dumped by a system?
Well, that was a rare thing to happen!
But Han Feng quickly snapped back—this was about his future happiness, even a fool's IQ would spike now!
He quickly hit the point and shouted, "You're the one who brought to this world!? You're that glaring thing!?"
"What do you an 'glaring thing'!? That's the power of ti and space—very precious! Even I can't conjure up a second one anyti soon. Do you know because of you, my real host has to reincarnate several more lifetis!" The little spirit's face reddened as she shouted indignantly.
Han Feng ignored all that. At this mont, his IQ was probably second only to Einstein's. "So… you an I can't go back!?"
The little spirit, originally so fierce, suddenly wilted at Han Feng's words. She gave a sheepish laugh. "Hehe… I didn't an to… You're such a good person, I'm sure you'll forgive , right? I'm young and don't know any better~"
"Hiss!"
Han Feng gasped sharply.
This was truly unbelievable!
"Alright! I see through you! Are you just playing with !?"
"I was fine at ho, and without saying a word you dragged to this strange place. Now you tell I'm not your host, that you got the wrong person, and you're just going to walk away? Are you treating like a monkey? Why don't you just do a favor and give an explanation? I won't feel so wronged then!"
Han Feng raged indignantly.
It was like he was drinking in a bar, and suddenly a beautiful woman ca over to flirt. He didn't want to, but she drugged him and dragged him ho. When he woke up, he had been force-fed a bottle of so crazy stuff. Just when he thought he might be able to get away without loss, she tied him up and threw him out the door—this was just inhuman!
The little spirit felt a bit embarrassed. She probably knew what she did wasn't right, but she had no choice. Everything was predestined. Her true host wasn't Han Feng, and if she really bonded with him, it would be bad news for both of them.
So "making do" was out of the question.
Still, thinking it over, it was her fault for bringing Han Feng to the Douluo Continent and then abandoning him.
"Alright, alright! You got scared!"
Finally, swayed by her conscience, the little spirit's face softened. She glared at Han Feng and shot a streak of light. The light transford into a small dart that pierced Han Feng's forehead. He felt a jolt as if sothing new had entered his body, though he couldn't quite grasp what it was.
"You got lucky!"
The little spirit snorted with pride, then explained, "This dart will boost your soul power by two levels every year. Don't worry, this is my own ability, unrelated to the system. Consider it compensation!"
Han Feng was stunned and felt a bit strange inside.
Judging by the spirit's words, he quickly realized—he actually had a "golden finger" (a lucky power-up)!
But compared to what he imagined, this golden finger wasn't that overwhelming…
A soul power increase of two levels per year—this ability was kind of neither great nor terrible.
Not strong? Well, as long as he lived, by age 45 he would definitely beco a Title Douluo. Working hard, reaching that level before 40 wasn't impossible—after all, before the main protagonists, the youngest Haotian Douluo on the road was also 44 years old!
But strong? Not really…
Have you seen Tang San and the others? They were all Title Douluos in their twenties.
If he didn't train at all, at twenty-sothing years old, he'd probably only be a Soul King or Soul Emperor at best.
He just didn't know if the ability would last forever—if it still worked after becoming a Title Douluo, then by age 50 he might break through the level 100 barrier!
Thinking of that, Han Feng smiled foolishly again.
The little spirit rolled her eyes at him, gritting her teeth, "Enough! We're even now! We'll never et again!"
Han Feng, who just gained a benefit, didn't care about her attitude. In truth, he had no way to resist the little spirit. If she really intended to dump him, there was nothing he could do. Getting this little compensation was already enough.
"Goodbye, goodbye! I, Han Feng, will never forget your 'great kindness'!"
"You! Hmph! I won't stoop to your level!"
The little spirit glared hatefully but didn't do anything more to Han Feng. She turned and left without looking back—traveling through space-ti with Han Feng had drained her energy. Without her host's power to replenish her, she had to hurry back!
Where to? Only the little spirit knew—perhaps sowhere like the M78 Nebula.
Although he didn't understand what his mother was saying, seeing this scene, Han Feng knew exactly what was going on—she was treating his crying as hunger!
Speaking of which, he really was hungry…
So under his father's fierce gaze, Han Feng ate his first al in this world.
"You little brat, just wait! Wait until you grow two more years!"
Even being jealous of his own son—that's ruthless!
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