Divine Choice System of Douluo

"The double pupils... truly a divine gift."

Yu Chen finished analyzing the newly acquired attributes of the Heavenly Twin Pupils. A calm smile played on his lips. The abilities granted by these unique eyes were beyond his expectations—when activated, they rendered enemy movements sluggish and transparent, as if all hostile intent were stripped bare before him.

Once his spiritual energy receded, Yu Chen's eyes reverted to normal. He allowed his consciousness to sink into his spiritual sea.

[Three Thousand Thunder Moves]—a secret art from the ancient Palace of Wind and Thunder, a sacred body cultivation technique. It consisted of three profound levels: Thunder Flash, Thunder Instant, and finally, Three Thousand Thunderbolt.

As Yu Chen delved into the sea of awareness, the technique—granted by the Divine Selection System—began to manifest before him. The air trembled. Distant thunder rumbled as an ancient scroll unfolded in his spiritual sea, etched with lightning-like runes.

A booming crack followed, and a third of the scroll—Thunder Flash—blazed into radiant violet light and surged directly into Yu Chen's body.

The rest of the scroll was obscured in swirling mist, signaling it could only be unlocked with further cultivation or fortune.

Suddenly, a violet current coursed through Yu Chen's body. Lightning gleamed within his pupils.

"A remarkable divine art indeed."

He whispered, then slowly rose. It was time to test it.

Whoosh!

A blue lightning aura surged from his soles. In a flash, his figure blurred—Yu Chen had vanished. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at the gates of Notting College!

Though only a few hundred meters from the dormitory, the first layer of Three Thousand Thunder Moves allowed him to traverse the distance instantaneously.

"With this speed at just the first level, I wonder what the third layer will be like… perhaps comparable to the speed of Heavenly Tribulation Thunder."

Murmuring to himself, Yu Chen once again vanished in a flicker of purple light and reappeared back in his dorm.

There, Xiao Wu was curled up on the bedding, whimpering softly in her sleep.

Yu Chen quietly stepped forward, preparing to adjust the blanket over her.

But suddenly—

Thump!

Xiao Wu, as if haunted by a nightmare, threw herself forward and latched tightly onto Yu Chen's chest, her entire figure trembling.

"Silly girl," Yu Chen sighed. He tried to move her off, but her grip was too tight. Left with no choice, he let her remain, her soft breathing calming gradually in his arms.

…

Morning arrived swiftly.

The first to stir in Dorm 302 was Xiao Wu. As her eyes fluttered open, her gaze met Yu Chen's still-slumbering face. Her face turned scarlet.

"W-what happened last night…?"

Like a startled bunny, she slowly disentangled herself, her cheeks still flushed. Her fingers clutched the edge of her skirt.

"Brother Chen's embrace is so warm…"

She mumbled to herself, shy joy flickering in her eyes.

Soon after, Chen Rui and Tang San also woke. The first thing out of their mouths? Their excitement about Yu Chen's incredible feat from yesterday.

After Yu Chen awoke, the group left for the academy's teaching building.

At Notting College, theoretical knowledge and practical combat training were equally important for all Spirit Master students.

As new students, Yu Chen and the others were scheduled to attend basic lectures that morning.

"Brother Chen!"

"Morning, Brother Chen!"

Everywhere Yu Chen walked, students bowed respectfully. His clash with the senior students had already become campus legend, spreading like wildfire.

Even fifth- and sixth-year seniors greeted him politely.

Yu Chen only nodded lightly and continued walking, unaffected by the attention. Soon, the group arrived at the classroom.

Yu Xiaogang, seated at the front, looked up as they entered.

"Here? Sit down."

Normally, someone of Yu Xiaogang's theoretical renown would not teach at a primary-level academy. However, Yu Chen's appearance had altered this.

"Big Brother."

"Grandmaster!"

The students greeted respectfully before taking their seats.

"I've heard about yesterday. That Yang Xiong won't bother you again," Yu Xiaogang said calmly before diving into his lecture. "Today's topic is the foundation of martial spirits. Listen closely."

What followed was a two-hour masterclass.

Though Yu Xiaogang had fallen out of favor politically, his theoretical knowledge was undisputed—layered insights that far exceeded what was available in any textbook.

"Only Grandmaster can explain the mysteries of martial spirits this clearly…"

Tang San's eyes lit up in admiration.

After concluding the lesson, Yu Xiaogang put away the lecture materials and addressed the class.

"I've reviewed this year's freshmen files. Most of you show decent potential. Several even reached level 7 or 8 in initial soul power."

He paused, glancing at Yu Chen.

"Yu Chen, Tang San, Xiao Wu—innately full soul power."

Tang San blinked in surprise.

"Now, Tang San still hasn't acquired his spirit ring. In half a month, the academy will organize a trip to the Spirit Beast Forest outside Notting City. Qualified students will hunt soul beasts under supervision to obtain their first ring."

Yu Xiaogang then turned to Yu Chen with a meaningful look.

"Xiao Chen, accompany them. It'll be a valuable experience."

He knew Yu Chen's first ring was god-given, not hunted. He hoped this field trip would help Yu Chen familiarize himself with the soul beast world.

Yu Chen nodded. "Understood."

Tang San also responded with respect, "Yes, Grandmaster!"

Chen Rui puffed up proudly.

"I didn't think we had this many geniuses in our dorm aside from Brother Chen!"

"We'll follow too! Be Brother Chen's personal guards!"

"But honestly, we still don't know how strong Brother Chen actually is…"

"Isn't it obvious? You didn't see how he slapped those senior students yesterday like rag dolls?"

Admiration for Yu Chen practically radiated from every corner of Dorm 302.

The light around Yu Chen's figure was simply too dazzling to ignore.

"Settled then," Yu Xiaogang said. As he turned to organize his notes, he suddenly looked up, as if recalling something.

"Right—the academy's new semester Spirit Games will be held this afternoon. Every grade participates. Do you want to join?"

"If so, I'll sign you up right now."