Douluo Dalu 3 Legend of the Dragon King Fanfiction

The legend of the Dragon King is the best era, but also the worst era. The magnificent battle armor creates the pinnacle of soul masters, and the great calculations of the God King have cost countless lives.

The brave fell into the abyss, and the obituary was transmitted back to the mainland. In the declining body sect, a blue star traveler awakened. The idle hands of the predecessors who traveled through the parallel universe and the final favor of the Lord of the Plane followed one after another.

The main body and the angel coexist in one body, the holy body is the foundation of the martial soul, the energy is sublimated into the shining angel, tapping the infinite potential of the human body

Martial spirits of the same origin, shared spirit rings, inner sages and outer kings, not twins but better than twins, they are bound to revitalize the once-in-a-millennium Douluo Star and create a new era...

(This is a genius-style refreshing story, and it will not deliberately target Tang Wulin. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it)

[Foundation] — [System] — [Refreshing Story] — [Containment Team] — [No Female Lead]

Human beings have been living for 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful.

So what have we been doing for nearly 250,000 years? We've been hiding in caves, sitting around small campfires, fearing things we don't understand—explanations of how the sun rises, monsters with human heads and bird bodies, living stones. So we call them "gods" and "demons," and ask them for forgiveness and pray for salvation.

Then, their numbers decreased, and our numbers increased. As we feared fewer things, we began to view the world more rationally. However, the inexplicable things did not disappear, as if the universe deliberately chose to appear absurd and inexplicable.

Humanity can no longer live in fear. Nothing can protect us; we must protect ourselves.

While others live in the sunlight, we must fight them in the shadows and prevent them from being exposed to the public eye, so that others can live in a rational, ordinary world.

We control, we contain, we protect.

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[An anomaly detected; system activated]

[Identification code: 001]

[The current top leader of the foundation has been confirmed as Wu Feng]

[Please take on the important task of the Foundation for the Reconstruction of the Universe]

[Our Last Hope]

(Monster girl + beast-eared girl + drow elf + fallen saintess + vile succubus)

Aristocrats should act like aristocrats!

A lord should act like a lord!

Combined, people should pay for their XP!

He was transported to a different world with a labyrinth and became a lord. His wonderful life began!

However, this wonderful life is unfolding in a slightly off way, but it's not a big problem. Let's keep XP stable!

Anyway, this world is a makeshift operation; once you're on stage, you might as well put on a show.

Duanmu Yan transmigrated. Knowing nothing about Solaris, he had to join Everard Bank to survive. Every day, he not only had to work intensely but also deal with inspections from his superiors. "Actually, Miss Duanmu, you're really tall." "Nothing happened between Miss Cantrela and me; I just slept at her place." "You ask who that blond guy standing so close to me is? There are two blond guys here, one is a female sports student, and the other is a magical girl. Who are you talking about, Miss Duanmu?" "Zane? Uh… my relationship with her is very pure." "By the way, Miss Duanmu. This is something Miss Cantrela specially asked me to bring you. It's supposedly her own stewed beef and potatoes; I hope you like it."… The next day, Duanmu Yan was fired for stepping into the company with his left foot first.

Transmigrating into the world of Douluo Continent, Lin Yao suffered the massacre of his entire family at the age of five, the murderer being an exiled evil spirit master. A year later, he awakened the Three-Eyed Golden Lion Martial Soul, and at that moment, the death knell tolled on the fate of the Holy Spirit Cult. He vowed to kill all evil spirit masters in the world.

Yang Jing, through a stroke of luck, transmigrated to a chaotic dynasty ravaged by war, becoming a favored peasant boy. His family scrimped and saved to support his martial arts training, but his innate talent was ordinary, destined for mediocrity and disappointment. However, Yang Jing discovered that he only needed to cultivate his martial arts techniques to a critical point to break through to a higher realm.

This means that what is extremely dangerous for others poses no risk to Yang Jing.

He is destined to rise to the highest level of power!

Ten years into his life, Xu Qingshan transmigrated to the Great Zhou Dynasty. He married a girl who had fled from war. He thought his life would continue simply like this, until he saw his wife's portrait on a wanted poster issued by a righteous sect. At first, he thought it was just a resemblance, until that very night, his gentle and kind wife secretly put ten catties of arsenic in his water vat. Unaware of this, he drank it and died instantly. When he opened his eyes again, Xu Qingshan was reborn. [First time, you were poisoned to death by your wife with arsenic!] [Second time, you were bitten to death by your wife using five-poison spiders!] [Third time, your wife acknowledged you as a good person, but casually killed you!] [Fourth time, your wife used her charm on you, and you died from overwork!] Xu Qingshan discovered that each death reverted his progress, and he received a reward for each day he survived at his wife's hands. Finally, he was killed...