Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

Arriving at Donghai City by high-speed train, you can immediately smell the salty, briny scent of the sea and feel a gentle breeze.

Zhou Yang traveled light, carrying little luggage, and walked briskly, sensing a special atmosphere in Donghai City. Stepping out of the station, he was enveloped by a rich aroma and greeted by the bustling noise of a crowd.

It just so happened that Donghai City was holding a food festival, and the entire food street was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Red lanterns hung all over the streets, and people crowded in front of all kinds of food stalls. The steaming aroma of food wafted far away on the wind. Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow, sensing a kind of happiness and warmth that belonged to ordinary people. In the past three years, he had been so focused on developing the economy using his experience from his previous life that he hadn't paid attention to such a scene.

He wasn't a pretentious person to begin with, and since he'd caught up with the food festival, there was no reason for him to miss it. Shedding his feigned composure, he now possessed a youthful vivacity, and following the aromas, he plunged headlong into the crowds of the food street.

Passing by shop after shop, Zhou Yang unknowingly accumulated a lot of food in his hands. Although he had a soul tool to store it, he still preferred to eat as he walked, enjoying the lively atmosphere of walking among crowds and eating skewers, similar to the feeling he had in his memories.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the most eye-catching stall in the food street—a chicken cutlet shop with a simple decoration but a long queue. The words "DaDa Chicken Cutlet - The Same Style as in the Novel" on the signboard were particularly eye-catching.

This shop, in fact, was Zhou Yang's doing. Using his memories from his rebirth, he wrote several best-selling novels and combined them with the culinary skills he'd developed in his previous life to create food for this world. That's how this chicken cutlet shop in Donghai City came about. After all, the quality of ingredients in this world largely depends on the type of spirit beast they're made from; the higher the cultivation level and the rarer the food, the tastier it is.

Zhou Yang sometimes likes to write about food in his novels, which makes Douluo readers feel the same cravings they had when they read about the food in "The Village Opera" and "Gaoyou Duck Eggs" in their Chinese class.

While this category of everyday food includes dishes like braised beef in a pot, the variety is still quite limited in a world where combat is the primary focus.

Then, once it was launched, it became a hit and became a must-try spot at the Donghai City Food Festival.

However, when it was Zhou Yang's turn, there was only one bucket of fried chicken left.

The shop assistant, a long-time employee, recognized Zhou Yang immediately. Without revealing his identity, she quietly stuffed the remaining chicken cutlets into the hands of the real boss.

Looking at his bucket of fried chicken, which was several times larger than his own, Zhou Yang glanced at the shop assistant and nodded affirmatively.

This young man already knows how to make money.

Zhou Yang took the bucket of fried chicken and was about to lift the lid when a clear, sweet female voice suddenly rang out beside him, carrying a hint of willfulness that left no room for refusal: "Hey, I bought this whole bucket of fried chicken, give it to me."

Hmm? What kind of wish-fulfillment novel is this? Could it be that—

Dude, are you going to be able to write a satisfying, fast-paced story too?

Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He turned his head and saw a girl with short, silver hair that reached her shoulders standing beside him. Her skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and beautiful, and her eyes were clear and lively. She was wearing a white dress and looked beautiful and charming, but there was a hint of spoiled naivety in her eyes.

The girl was none other than Na'er. She had long heard of the reputation of this chicken cutlet shop in Donghai City. This time, she came to Donghai City with Yali and made a special detour to try this legendary chicken cutlet that was said to surpass all others in the Federation. However, she did not expect that the last serving would be snatched up by someone else.

Zhou Yang looked Na'er up and down a few times. Her short silver hair, delicate appearance, and the gluttony that she couldn't hide in her eyes made him instantly realize that this girl was Na'er, one of the Silver Dragon King's avatars who had been missing for a long time.

Hajina? You only appeared so late! As the actress playing the Dragon King, you've seriously neglected your duties.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes. Instead of handing over the bucket of fried chicken, he lifted the lid, picked up a piece of golden, crispy fried chicken, and took a big bite. With a crisp crunch, the aroma of oil burst forth.

"Mmm, it still tastes the same. I love red-striped chicken wings~ It didn't disappoint." Zhou Yang smacked his lips, looking satisfied. He casually sang a line and deliberately waved the fried chicken in front of Na'er, his tone smug.

This really shocked Na'er. She had been pampered by Ya Li since she was a child, and everyone always gave way to her wherever she went. No one had ever dared to ignore her requests like this, or even deliberately flaunt the food in front of her.

After realizing what had happened, Na'er puffed up her cheeks in anger, pouted, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes. Without saying a word, she immediately took action.

She was incredibly agile; in a flash, she pounced on Zhou Yang like a ghost. In the instant they brushed past each other, a piece of fried chicken appeared in her hand. She turned and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "I don't care, I want to eat it! Give it to me, I'll pay you!"

As she spoke, Na'er pulled out a handful of Federal Coins from her pocket and shoved them haphazardly into Zhou Yang's hand. Her movements were swift and decisive, a typical case of acting first and asking questions later.

Zhou Yang looked at the Federal Coins in his hand, then at Na'er's cheeks puffed out as she ate fried chicken, and couldn't help but find it amusing. He had only wanted to tease this adorable white-haired girl, so instead of getting angry, he played along and started playing.

Just as Na'er was about to take her second bite of fried chicken, Zhou Yang slightly shifted his body, swiftly brushed past her arm like lightning, and snatched the fried chicken back from her hand with a flick of his finger. At the same time, he stuffed the Federal Coins back into her pocket, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Trying to steal my things? You're still a long way off."

Na'er missed her bite, paused for a moment, then realized what was happening. Her dissatisfaction deepened, but she also vaguely sensed Zhou Yang's strength. She snorted defiantly and pounced again, reaching out to snatch the fried chicken from Zhou Yang's hand. Her movements were quick and agile, displaying both her charm and stubbornness.

On the food street, the two chased and dodged each other. Zhou Yang was light and agile, his movements natural and skillful, neither making a single extra move nor lacking a touch of agility.

Don't ask him how he did it. Starting the day after he awakened his martial soul, he suddenly saw a red "beetle monster" appear in front of him, wake him up, and then forcibly teach and train him.

Of course, he knew who it was.

Although he was holding his breath and feeling frustrated, he still trained seriously. After all, if you want to show off, you need to have the corresponding strength.

Just as people are very patient when doing bad things, men will also go to great lengths to look cool.

It was practically like sending him to Hawaii or New Oriental, places in Japanese anime that teach everything; they almost made him suffer.

This is also the source of his confidence to start the fight, after all, he has been taught the basics.

No matter how hard Na'er pounced or tried to grab it, she could only brush against the hem of his clothes and couldn't even touch the edge of the fried chicken. What made Na'er even more anxious was that Zhou Yang was eating while dodging, his mouth never stopped and his hands were not idle either. In just a few minutes, the bucket that was originally full of fried chicken was empty, leaving only the last golden and crispy chicken wing.

As Na'er watched the dwindling fried chicken, she stomped her feet in frustration, her cheeks puffed up like an angry pufferfish. She stared intently at the fried chicken in Zhou Yang's hand, her eyes filled with resentment. She looked just like a helpless, furious wife who had received a horizontal link on a website and discovered that her beloved husband was being taken away little by little by another man, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

Finally, Zhou Yang slowly raised his hand, pinching the last chicken wing between his fingertips, as if about to take a bite. Na'er could no longer hold back; her eyes reddened, and large tears instantly fell. She didn't cry out loud, but just pouted pitifully, her tears pattering onto her clothes, looking both pitiful and endearing.

Why would she choose to cry and appeal to emotions?

Hajina, you rascal.