Douluo Continent: Narration Modified, Plot Begins to Collapse

Chapter 1 Narration Modification: 3rd Brother Begins Cooking History

Chapter 1 Narration Editing: Third Brother Starts by Cooking History

Bai Yu transmigrated to Holy Soul Village.

The typical setup for a time-traveling character: both parents deceased, home destitute, and penniless.

Fortunately, the money arrived in the system.

[Ding! Congratulations on binding your text editing system. You can modify narration to affect the plot. Current editing opportunities: three basic edits and one low-level edit]

"It's possible to modify the narration, thereby affecting the plot?!"

Bai Yu was overjoyed; this was a concept god!

But he quickly calmed down and asked:

"System, you're so powerful, there must be limitations, right?"

System: [Yes, I will remind you when specific situations arise.]

After listening, Bai Yu rubbed his hands together, and said impatiently:

"Quick, give me a storyline!"

[Current Plot: Six-year-old Bai Yu stands at home, utterly destitute.]

[Hint: You can change "six" to "eight" and "stand" to "sit".]

[Note: Basic edit opportunities currently allow you to change one character, while lower-level edit opportunities allow you to change two characters. Also, only edits are supported; adding, swapping, and other functions are not yet available.]

Bai Yu chuckled, "Basic modifications are enough."

He simply changed "poor" to "rich"!

The system fell silent.

What does "捏麻,一富如洗" mean?

Bai Yu asked anxiously:

"System, system, please don't disconnect!"

Urged on by Bai Yu, the sound of ping-pong balls came from the bathroom. Bai Yu rushed over and saw that the bathwater in the tub had suddenly turned into gold soul coins, which almost blinded him.

A pot of gold soul coins!

Bai Yu was stunned. Taking a bath with gold soul coins would make him incredibly rich!

At this moment, the system said:

Congratulations on your successful edit! You have earned 1 point.

【你每次修改都会获得1点积分,每1点积分可以兑换一次基础修改机会,10点兑换低级修改机会。100点兑换中级修改机会。1000点兑换高级修改机会。积分也可以兑换盲盒。】

[The page refreshes daily at midnight, offering three free basic modification opportunities.]

Bai Yu quickly asked:

What are the differences between basic, intermediate, and advanced modification opportunities?

[The difference in the extent of modification. The basic modification has the smallest range and cannot directly change strength. The modification range increases progressively from low-level to mid-level to high-level.]

[Additionally, unlocking more features requires me to level up. Each time you make a change, I will gain experience points. The greater the difference between your modified storyline and the original, the more experience points I will receive.]

Bai Yu stroked his chin. So, the more outrageous my modifications are, the more experience points the system will give me?

A million outrageous ideas flashed through his mind, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Bai Yu covered the bathtub with a cloth, then went over and opened the door, only to find it was Elder Jack from the village.

Old Jack chuckled and said:

"Xiaoyu, today is the day for martial soul awakening. Let's go, I'll take you to awaken it."

Bai Yu flashed a bright and cheerful smile:

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack!"

At this moment, Tang San popped out from behind Old Jack, and Bai Yu greeted him:

"Hello, mistress!"

The original owner was a sunny and cheerful young man who had a good relationship with the villagers.

Tang San nodded in response, and the two followed Old Jack, preparing to call the other children to awaken their martial souls together.

At this moment, Bai Yu checked the system's plot:

Tang San cooked a bowl of porridge for Tang Hao, and then went with Old Jack to awaken their martial souls.

The system provides the plot every moment, which Bai Yu can check anytime and anywhere, and then decide whether to change it or not.

Old Jack gathered all the school-aged children in the village to prepare for awakening their martial souls. Just then, Tang Hao rushed over from a distance, shouting wildly:

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son! I'm going to beat you to death!"

Tang San was shocked and didn't understand why his father had suddenly gone mad. He quickly hid behind Old Jack.

Old Jack was also shocked and hurriedly protected Tang San, questioning Tang Hao:

"Tang Hao, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Hao, holding his blacksmith's hammer, glared angrily at Old Jack, his tongue trembling with rage.

"That unfilial son Tang San, he cooked me a bowl, he cooked me a bowl."

Old Jack frowned:

"You think a bowl of porridge isn't enough? Your mistress is only six years old. She has to take care of herself and you every day. Don't you ever think about what you, as her father, have given her besides adding to her burden?"

"You don't know anything!"

Tang Hao finally managed to clear his tongue and roared:

"That unfilial son Tang San cooked me a bowl of shi!"

Old Jack scratched his ear, looking completely bewildered.

The children stood there, stunned, wondering if they had misheard.

Even Tang San was stunned, wondering if his father had gone mad.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't believe me? Come and see for yourself!"

The group followed Tang Hao to his house, where they saw a bowl on the stove, and inside the bowl was...

"vomit!"

Old Jack felt a churning in his stomach, looked at Tang San, and questioned him:

"Mistress, what do you mean by this? No matter how useless Tang Hao is, he's still your father. How could you... how could you..."

He couldn't continue.

You really managed to hold back, not only making a bowl of it, but also holding your nose and cooking it, and even thoughtfully serving it into a bowl.

Old Jack felt terrible just thinking about Tang San standing in front of the stove!

Tang San's face turned pale. He didn't know that Tang Hao was a Title Douluo, but he sensed the killing intent and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Father, I clearly cooked porridge, I don't know why it turned out like this!"

Tang Hao was so angry that his beard trembled, and he cursed:

"Bullshit! Are you implying that you're insulting my intelligence?!"

Tang San wailed:

"No, Father, that's not what I meant, but I really don't know what happened!"

Seeing Tang San's pitiful appearance, Old Jack couldn't help but soften and said to Tang Hao:

"Tang Hao, the mistress shouldn't be that kind of person. This shouldn't have been done by him."

Tang Hao, suppressing his anger, said:

"If it wasn't him, then could it have been me?"

At this moment, Bai Yu said from the side:

"Uncle Tang Hao, it's possible that a small animal sneaked into your house, drank all the porridge, and even pooped a big pile in it."

Old Jack slapped his thigh:

"Xiaoyu is right! Anyway, Tang Hao, you were sleeping soundly at the time, so you wouldn't have known a small animal had sneaked in!"

Tang San, as if grasping at a lifeline, was extremely grateful to Bai Yu and explained in accordance with Bai Yu's words:

"Yes, yes, Father, that must be it!"

Seeing that the others said this, Tang Hao finally calmed down.

Although he was a Title Douluo, he was indeed sleeping just now and did not release his soul power, so he knew nothing.

Tang Hao looked at Tang San:

"Alright, clean this place up for me."

Old Jack said:

"Tang Hao, today is the day of your martial soul awakening."

"Hmph, what difference does it make whether he goes earlier or later? Will his martial soul be better if he goes a few minutes earlier?"

Tang Hao waved his hand and said:

"I'm feeling annoyed. I'm going to take a nap. You, mistress, clean the house before you go."

"Yes, Father."

Tang San sighed, walked over and picked up the bowl, but when he looked at what was inside, he vomited it out.

Old Jack, with a strange expression, pinched his nose and said:

"Children, let's go awaken our martial spirits first."

Upon hearing this, the children around him took off running one after another!

It stinks!

(End of this chapter)

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