Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

But Lin Wan's mind wasn't on these superficial injuries.

He slowly opened his eyes, his sea-blue pupils appearing exceptionally deep in the dim light.

The City of Slaughter.

This city, filled with bloodshed and depravity, is seen by outsiders as a prison, a hell, and a sanctuary of evil.

But for Lin Wan, this was a hunting ground.

It is the necessary path to gain power.

His palm rested on his chest, where a god now resided.

That was the reward he got after using up all the luck he had accumulated over a long period of time in a ten-pull.

In the Douluo Continent, the word "godhood" signifies supreme power and eternal life.

Asura God, Sea God, Angel God... each of these gods in Douluo Continent has left behind their own legacy, waiting for a destined person to pass through layers of trials and finally ascend to godhood.

However, the nascent divine essence within Lin Wan's chest was not inherited from any known divine position in the Douluo Continent.

It comes from the world of fairy tales and is a special existence formed by the rules and wishes of countless fairy tales.

It has no fixed form, no clear divine duties, and not even a complete system of laws.

It was just a prototype, a seed that needed to continuously absorb different divine powers and analyze various rules to evolve and perfect itself.

Lin Wan came to the City of Slaughter precisely because of its divine power and rules.

Lin Wan, who was familiar with the original plot, knew very well that the City of Slaughter was not only a sanctuary for the fallen, but also a testing ground for the inheritance of the Asura God.

In the shadows of this city, there are traces of another god: the Rakshasa God, a deity in the original work who is the opposite of the Asura God and is full of evil and resentment.

These two divine positions are meaningless to Lin Wan.

What he cares about is what the divine position represents: divine power and rules.

The nascent fairytale ideal within my heart is like a newly sprouted seed, yearning for nourishment.

It has no fixed form and no specific divine authority, which means that it can devour, analyze, and fuse any type of divine power and law, thereby constantly evolving and eventually forming a unique divine position that belongs entirely to Lin Wan.

This is the potential of fairy tale deities—limitless possibilities.

In the Douluo Continent, there are usually only two paths to access the inheritance of the gods.

Either they are exceptionally gifted and chosen by the gods to undergo a test.

They either embark on a specific path of trials, pass numerous tests, and ultimately attain godhood.

The Road to Hell is the latter.

Only by achieving a 100-game winning streak can one be qualified to challenge the Hell Road.

By passing through the Hell Path, one will obtain the Killing God Domain, which is the key to the Asura God's inheritance and the opportunity to come into contact with the Rakshasa God's influence.

The Killing God Domain contains fragments of the Asura God's killing rules. At the same time, because the Rakshasa God is hostile to the Asura God, he usually makes his move at this time, so that the Soul Master who obtains the Killing God Domain and is favored by the Asura God will be tainted by his resentment.

Lin Wan's goal was clear: to acquire the God of Slaughter Domain, analyze the rules of the Asura God or Rakshasa God's divine power contained within it, and feed them to the Fairy Tale Godhead within her heart.

Of course, these two divine powers will not be the first divine powers and rules that the fairy tale deity will devour and analyze.

Chapter 326 Information

Years ago, when he placed the fairytale character "Snow Queen" in the far north, he simply hoped that she would gain some prestige in that place.

But fate always has unexpected arrangements.

Deep in the icy plains of the far north, the Snow Queen unexpectedly discovered an ancient ruin.

Within those ruins, the purest and most primal rules and divine power of "ice" remain.

The essence of the Snow Queen perfectly aligns with this.

She didn't undergo any complicated tests; it was more as if the ruins chose her, or rather, the "concept" of "ice and snow" that she possessed, which originated from the fairy tale world, activated the last vestige of divinity dormant within the ruins.

After the Ice Queen successfully obtained the inheritance of the Ice God, the system simultaneously acquired a large amount of pure ice-type divine power and rule fragments, which also perfected the nascent fairy tale godhood in Lin Wan's heart.

On the Douluo Continent, the most accessible and systematic sources of divine power inheritance, besides Seagod Island and the Angel Temple, are in this City of Slaughter.

The Asura God is the master of slaughter, judgment, and order. His divine power is domineering and fierce, and his rules contain the ultimate killing intent.

The Rakshasa God is the master of evil, resentment, and depravity. Its divine power is insidious and unpredictable, and its rules are filled with distortion and negative emotions.

While seemingly contradictory, both are actually manifestations of power and expressions of rules. For fairytale deities, there is no distinction between good and evil, only between whether they can be digested and absorbed.

"The rules of the Ice God brought about a constant and pure foundation..." Lin Wan unconsciously tapped the edge of the stone bed with her fingertips, her eyes gleaming.

"The Asura God's rules of slaughter may endow his divine nature with sharpness and the characteristics of judgment... The Rakshasa God's rules of resentment, though filthy, contain a power that distorts reality and erodes the mind, which is equally worthy of analysis..."

What he needs is not to inherit a divine position or become a spokesperson for a god.

What he wanted was to dismantle, analyze, and purify the essence of these divine positions, the fundamental divine power and core rules that constituted them, and then integrate them into his own fairy tale divine personality, allowing it to grow into an unprecedented existence according to his own will.

A God who encompasses all things, yet is unique.

"Sixty-eight consecutive wins..." Lin Wan muttered to himself, "Thirty-two games are still needed. At the current frequency and efficiency, it will take at least two to three months."

The Hell Slaughter Arena in Slaughter City doesn't have high-intensity matches every day.

To maintain the supply of Bloody Mary and keep the audience interested, the organizers deliberately control the frequency of appearances of powerful characters.

The longer the winning streak, the longer the interval between being matched with a suitable opponent tends to be.

Lin Wan was not in a hurry.

He had plenty of time.

The fairy tale characters are also steadily progressing in their respective positions, continuously providing reputation points.

What he needs to do now is to play steadily and secure every victory while minimizing unnecessary exertion and injuries.

The marks from the poison on my face have mostly faded, leaving only very faint traces, which will disappear completely in another day or two.

The abrasions on his shoulder and the sword wound on his neck healed rapidly thanks to the elixirs and his own strong physique.

He got up, walked to a simple water trough in the corner of the stone chamber, scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

His calm face was reflected in the water, his deep blue eyes as profound as an ancient well.

In the killing city, he used the alias "White Fox." The name had no particular meaning; it was just something he jotted down casually when registering. But now, "White Fox" had become a name that struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the inner city.

He had a 68-game winning streak with no defeats, his killing methods were clean and efficient, and he never showed his emotions.

Such beings are more terrifying to the Fallen than those with grotesque appearances and roaring madness.

Because you never know what he's thinking, and you can never guess where his next move will be.

After drying her face, Lin Wan changed into a clean black outfit.

His old clothes, stained with blood, were tossed carelessly into a corner. Here, supplies weren't scarce; as long as you were strong enough, you could always get what you needed from others.

He pushed open the stone gate and stepped back into the dimly lit streets of the inner city.

This time, instead of heading to the Hell Killing Fields, he went in another direction of the inner city: the intelligence exchange area.

The Killing City is not entirely without order; at least in the flow of intelligence and some supplies, there are some tacit rules and fixed locations.

The intelligence exchange zone is one such example. It's a gathering place for well-informed Fallen Ones who sell information in exchange for Bloody Marys or other survival resources.

Lin Wan needed to find out about the opponents she might be matched with next. Although the information circulating in this place was a mix of truth and falsehood, it was still better than waiting blindly.

His appearance instantly quieted down the previously noisy intelligence district.

Many of the degenerates who were whispering or making deals subconsciously shrank back, lowered their voices, or simply looked away.

Lin Wan ignored him and walked straight to a withered old man leaning against the corner of the wall.

This old man has been here for many years and is recognized as one of the most reliable sources in the intelligence district; naturally, he also commands the highest price.

"To find out information," Lin Wan said calmly as she stopped in front of the old man.

The gaunt old man raised his cloudy eyes, and upon recognizing Lin Wan, his eyelids twitched. A fawning smile appeared on his withered face: "It's Lord White Fox... What do you want to know? The new fat sheep that's recently arrived? Or the guy we might face next?"

"For the next five matches, we need detailed information on all possible opponents, the more detailed the better," Lin Wan said succinctly.

"In particular, their fighting habits, common tactics, weaknesses, and...whether there is any network of relationships behind them that we need to be wary of."

In the Killing City, solo combat is the norm, but some fallen ones form loose groups to support each other. Although outsiders are forbidden from interfering in the Hell Killing Arena, retaliation and assassination attempts from outside are impossible to prevent. Lin Wan, while unafraid, didn't want unnecessary trouble to slow down his progress during this crucial period of aiming for 100 wins.

The old man rubbed his hands together, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "This... this is quite a lot of information, and collecting it will be troublesome... you know..."

Lin Wan didn't speak, but took out a leather water bag from her bosom and threw it in front of the old man.

The water bag wasn't large, but the sound of it hitting the ground indicated that it was full of liquid.

The old man quickly grabbed the water bag, uncorked it, and sniffed it, a look of satisfaction and greed on his face.

"Is that enough?" Lin Wan asked.

"That's enough! That's enough!" The old man quickly and carefully hid the water bag in his bosom, lowering his voice.

"Rest assured, Lord White Fox, your items will be delivered to your residence by tomorrow night at the latest. Everything will be complete!"

Lin Wan nodded and turned to leave.

He didn't ask if the price was fair; in the Killing City, strength is currency.

He offers the other party a reward they can't refuse, and they will naturally do their best to provide services.

Chapter 327 Training

Shrek Academy has been established for some time now since Yu Xiaogang arrived.

This dilapidated school located on the outskirts of Soto has indeed undergone many changes under Yu Xiaogang's sweeping reforms, at least on the surface.

It was 5:30 in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Six figures had already gathered on the Shrek Academy playground.

Tang San, Cinderella, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ma Hongjun.

The six people stood in a row, all wearing specially made weighted vests.

The vests were made of a type of extremely tough animal hide, with evenly distributed metal sheets sewn into the inner layer, and each vest weighed thirty kilograms.