Douluo Dragon King: My Strategy System Is a Bit Off

Chapter 50 The Justice of the Angel God

After returning from Tiandou Cemetery, they rested normally that night. The next day, Wu Changkong took Tang Wulin to the Tang Sect. Lin Ci stayed at the hotel alone.

After cultivating for a while, he completely absorbed the power of those evil soul masters. The eleven Soul Masters had brought his soul power to the peak of the Soul Master realm. If that Soul King hadn't escaped, he probably would have broken through to the Soul Sect realm by now.

However, it's good that he can focus on building a solid foundation and preparing for the future. After all, the soul power he gains through this method is not very stable. It's a good thing that he can do this now.

After finishing her cultivation, Lin Ci went out to explore Tian Dou City on her own.

The early morning air in Tiandou City was slightly chilly, and the fog had not yet completely dissipated, casting a thin veil over this ancient and prosperous city.

The street vendors have already started hawking their wares, and coupled with this ancient building that has been passed down for thousands of years, it really does have a feel of 20,000 years ago.

Other cities were fine, but Tiandou City was the one that touched him the most, perhaps because the ancient buildings often reminded him of certain things.

As she walked, Lin Ci unknowingly arrived at a rather large square.

As the morning light pierced through the thin mist and fell upon the square, Lin Ci's pupils contracted slightly.

In the center of the plaza, twelve silver-gray stone pillars, engraved with runes, surrounded three white jade obelisks. The obelisks' tips, pointing straight to the sky, reminded him of some ancient sacrificial totem. The moonstone paving the ground shimmered with tiny starlight under the sunlight, and upon closer inspection, it appeared to be countless miniature six-winged angels dancing.

"So this is where it is..." Lin Ci was slightly lost in thought.

This is a very famous tourist attraction and landmark building in Tiandou City: Angel Memorial Square.

In the center of the square, a giant sculpture is inserting a holy sword into the earth's veins, with six wings behind it stretching out to their fullest extent in the morning breeze—it should be a cold stone sculpture, but each feather seems to flow with liquid golden light, as if it might take flight and soar into the sky at any moment.

"Big brother, do you want to feed the pigeons?" the little girl carrying a basket of wheat ears asked, looking up. She looked about six or seven years old.

Lin Ci then noticed that the base of the sculpture was surrounded by snow-white doves of holy light, the golden rings around their necks perfectly matching the sun disc pattern atop the obelisk. The moment he received the grain of wheat, the flock of doves suddenly turned eastward, their flapping wings mingling with the clear, melodious sound of swords.

Looking in the direction the flock of pigeons were worshipping, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the angel's wings. At the very moment the waterfall of light cascaded down, Lin Ci saw a drop of morning dew, formed from the overnight mist, trickle down from the sculpture's fingertips.

Just as the morning dew began to drip down, Lin Ci seemed to feel a burning pain coming from her heart.

But it only lasted for a moment. Immediately afterwards, my thoughts returned to normal, and it was as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the little girl next to him earnestly explained, "Big brother, the legend of this Angel Memorial Square is that the last Angel God slew the first 'Evil Soul Master' here. It is said that the Angel God and he were once very good friends, but for the sake of the people, the Angel God resolutely killed him here. Later, the people of Tiandou City erected a statue here to commemorate the Angel God's righteousness. The story has been passed down to this day, which is how the Angel Memorial Square came to be."

As the little girl finished speaking, Lin Ci's face grew paler and paler, but she managed a forced smile: "Thank you for telling me all this."

The little girl smiled sweetly: "It's okay, big brother. I'm a pigeon boy here, and I volunteer to introduce Tiandou Memorial Square to tourists from other places."

"You're so young and you're already doing this?" Lin Ci asked.

The little girl said with great admiration, "My idol is the angel goddess. I want to be like her, upholding justice and spreading light throughout the world. That's why I'm willing to come here to help out voluntarily."

Justice, glory?

Lin Ci shook his head, remaining silent, and simply looked at the angel statue. In a daze, he seemed to see that familiar face emerge from the statue once more, and the sword, wreathed in holy flames, was once again held across his shoulder.

He didn't know what the justice of the angels was; all he knew was that when the angelic sword representing justice pierced his heart, the intense pain and unbelievable helplessness were the only feelings that lingered in his heart.

From that time on, he no longer believed in the justice of angels or gods.

……

As dusk settled over Tiandou City, the city center finally revealed its true colors. The Tiandou Royal Auction was being held at a massive royal hotel in the city center. Inside the lobby, the lights were blazing, the walls were covered with dazzling colorful murals, and enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

Each seat is a comfortable leather sofa, and the table is set with a variety of food, fruit, drinks and alcohol.

However, the entry threshold for this auction was very high. Wu Changkong paid a deposit of one million Federal Dollars before he could bring Lin Ci and Tang Wulin in.

It's called a deposit, but it's more like a verification of funds. You need to be qualified to enter the auction; you can't just wander around without money. This is perhaps the true face of the prosperous Heavenly Dou City.

Upon entering the auction, all three wore specially made masks that could distort their soul power characteristics and voice.

Suddenly, the gilded door knocker glowed blue, and two rows of attendants emerged, floating on stone slabs. Their silver moon masks shimmered with liquid metal, and their voices, specially altered to be androgynous, announced: "Distinguished guests, please proceed to the Rainbow Bridge."

Guided by the waiter, Lin Ci and his two companions found their assigned seats, each with a unique number. Of course, all three of them shared the same number.

The auction house in Tiandou City is extremely grand and luxurious. It has two floors, and excluding the private rooms on the upper floor, the first floor can accommodate two to three hundred people.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Of course, only Tang Wulin was surprised. Lin Ci and Wu Changkong were not particularly moved.

Lin Ci casually said to the waiter beside her, "Bring me some drinks, any kind will do."

The waiter nodded and left very quickly, without saying a word.

Tang Wulin's eyes showed curiosity: "Brother Ci, how come you're so familiar with this? Have you been here before?"

Lin Ci shook her head. "Of course not. But you have to understand, you're here to spend money, so they should provide you with service. What's there to be ashamed of?"

"Hmm." Tang Wulin's eyes lit up, then he looked at the waiter not far away, hesitating to speak.

Lin Ci stopped him, saying, "It's impossible for you to ask him to bring you a hundred servings of steamed buns. This is an auction, not a buffet."

He suspected that if he spoke any later, this guy would probably start treating this place like a buffet.

Tang Wulin chuckled awkwardly; he had actually considered doing that earlier. But after thinking about it, it didn't seem quite right.

Less than half an hour later, the lights in the hall gradually dimmed, and the noisy sounds in the hall began to quiet down.

(End of this chapter)