Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Luo Yun woke up early the next morning.

He lay in bed staring at the ceiling for a few moments, then sat up, quickly dressed, washed up, and went downstairs to the registration desk.

The registration area was located on the east side of Shrek Square, where a wooden sign read "New Student Registration." When Luo Yun arrived, the lower-grade students responsible for reception were having breakfast. He helped move a few tables and chairs, then moved a stool and sat by the entrance, idly looking in the direction of the school gate.

New students arrived one after another. Some carried large bags and small packages, accompanied by their families; some were alone and looked nervous; and some were clearly from wealthy families, surrounded by attendants. Luo Yun's gaze swept across the crowd, silently criticizing the world for its clear class distinctions.

About half an hour later, when a pink and blue figure walked in from the school gate, Luo Yun's fingers twitched slightly.

coming.

It was a boy who looked to be about his age—or rather, looked like a boy. His short, light blue hair gleamed in the sunlight, his features were delicate, his skin was fair, and he walked steadily toward the registration desk, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Luo Yun leaned against the door frame, his gaze sweeping over that face, with only one thought in his mind: this face could indeed be that of a girl.

The boy walked to the registration table and gave his name and background to the student in charge of registration. Luo Yun stood up from his stool, slowly walked to the table, and looked down at the materials spread out on it.

Name: Wang Dong. Martial Soul: Goddess of Light Butterfly.

Luo Yun's gaze lingered on that line of text for a moment, then he looked up at the boy with light blue hair in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone as casual as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Shouldn't this be assigned to the girls' dormitory?"

The air became quiet.

Wang Dong's expression shifted from calm to confusion, and then from confusion to—anger. His brows furrowed sharply, his pinkish-blue eyes widened, and his voice rose at least two octaves: "What did you say? I'm a boy! How could I be assigned to the girls' dormitory?"

Luo Yun pointed to the materials on the table, his tone still unhurried, "Your martial soul is the Goddess of Light Butterfly. I've seen this kind of martial soul in records; the books say it only appears in women. So—"

He looked Wang Dong up and down, his gaze sweeping over his face and figure, before shaking his head.

"If you're going to dress up as a man, at least be serious about it, right?"

Wang Dong's face turned from white to red, then from red to green. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Luo Yun's words were like a knife, cutting right into the spot where he couldn't explain himself. His martial soul was indeed the Goddess of Light Butterfly, and this kind of martial soul only appeared in women—this was a fact, and he couldn't refute it.

Several people around had already begun to whisper among themselves. The student in charge of registration pushed up his glasses, glanced down at the Martial Soul section of the materials, then looked up at Wang Dong, his expression becoming subtle.

"I am a man," Wang Dong said through gritted teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

Luo Yun tilted his head, his face clearly saying "I don't believe it." He didn't say anything more, but simply made a gesture that said "Go ahead and make things up," and stepped back, giving the space to the student in charge of registration.

The student hesitated for a moment before finally writing "Female Dormitory" in the assignment column.

Wang Dong stood there, clutching the assignment slip in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. He stared at the word "woman" for several seconds, his lips pressed into a thin line, but in the end, he didn't say another word, turned around, and left.

Luo Yun watched his figure disappear in the direction of the school gate, a slight smile playing on her lips, before turning and walking back to her dormitory.

Spirit world.

Tang San's eyes snapped open.

His divine sense pierced the barrier between the divine realm and the lower realm, landing above Shrek City on the Douluo Continent. The line of fate he had been watching closely—the golden one that stretched from his daughter Xiao Qi to the chosen one—was becoming thinner and more elusive at a visible speed, as if something had cut it in the middle, the two ends barely touching, as if it could break completely at any moment.

Tang San's face darkened.

Last time, the Child of Destiny's luck line had already changed, becoming somewhat blurred.

This time, Xiao Qi's fate has also been altered.

Not a coincidence.

"This is no ordinary person from Douluo Continent." Tang San's voice was soft, but the light in his eyes had turned cold and sharp. "They have disrupted my plans time and time again. We must strike hard."

His fingers tightened one by one, and the trident appeared in his hand, emitting a deep hum.

"There is already a way to die."

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Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy, South Campus Dormitory 207.

Luo Yun walked back to her dormitory in a good mood. The boy named Wang Dong—no, she should be called a "girl"—had been successfully assigned to the girls' dormitory. One was from the Soul Guidance Department, the other from the Martial Soul Department; one was from a boys' dormitory, the other from a girls' dormitory. No matter how fate arranged things, the possible interactions between them would be extremely limited.

Pushing open the door to room 207, Chen Jiyong was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating. Sensing Luo Yun's entry, his eyelids twitched, but he didn't open his eyes, muttering "You're back" before continuing his meditation.

Luo Yun sat on his bed, leaned against the headboard, and began to think about what to do next.

Third grade promotion assessment.

As per Shrek Academy's tradition, the assessment for advancing from second to third year was the same as what he experienced last year—the Beast Fighting Zone, where soul beasts were randomly selected, and defeating one meant passing. He could choose a high-age soul beast, and then, in full view of everyone, knock it unconscious with just one punch.

To display one's divine power in front of others.

It's decided. I won't use my soul skill; I'll just test the power of my self-created soul skill.

Luo Yun's lips curled up slightly. He didn't know when he started to become like this, but he couldn't help but want to be the "most eye-catching" one.

The next morning was the third-grade advancement exam.

Colosseum area.

Luo Yun stood up from the stands and walked down the steps.

The referee stood at the edge of the arena. When he saw Luo Yun walk down, his gaze lingered on Luo Yun for a moment before he opened the booklet in his hand.

"Luo Yun, third year, Control System. For the upgrade assessment, the minimum age of the soul beast is 1000 years. Which age do you choose?"

"Four thousand years," Luo Yun said.

The referee looked up at him, closed the booklet, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the iron gate on one side of the field. Du Weilen had already given instructions that the student's assessment could be conducted according to his wishes.

The referee stood at the edge of the field and raised his hand: "Start."

The iron gate slowly rose, making a dull creaking sound.

From behind the iron gate, a massive male lion emerged. Its body was at least two meters long, its shoulder height nearly one and a half meters, and its entire body was covered in dark golden fur, its mane gleaming with a metallic sheen in the sunlight.

The Four Thousand Years of Magic Light Lion.

The Magic Light Lion, a light-attribute beast, is renowned for its speed and explosive power among its peers. Its innate ability, "Magic Light," can increase its speed by fifty percent for a short period. Combined with its already astonishing explosive power, it can traverse dozens of meters in an instant and tear its prey to shreds.

The speed of a four-thousand-year-old demonic lion is so fast that even a fourth-ring Soul Master would have difficulty reacting.

Luo Yun merely possessed the spirit, but made no move and showed no intention of using any spirit skills.

After Luo Yun's martial spirit possessed it, the Demon Light Lion was first taken aback, then shrank its body and began to linger in the distance, seemingly not understanding the background of the human in front of it and not daring to advance rashly.

The situation reached a stalemate.