OBS Chapter 14 Do you want to become a well-rounded Soul Master?
Chapter 14 Do you want to become a well-rounded Soul Master?
After showering, the two returned to their dormitory.
Ma Hongjun collapsed onto the bed, too exhausted to even move a finger.
The wooden bed was hard, the pillows were made of wood, and the blankets were so thin that light could pass through.
But at this moment, this simple bed seemed more comfortable to him than a five-star hotel bed.
Oscar lay on the bed next door, looking half-dead as well.
"Hongjun," Oscar asked weakly, "are you still alive?"
"I almost died." Ma Hongjun's voice was muffled by the pillow. "Is Teacher Zhao a devil?"
"You'll get used to it." Oscar rolled over, staring at the ceiling. "I was the same when I first came here. I couldn't get out of bed on the first day, and Teacher Zhao dragged me out of bed to keep practicing on the second day. Guess what? I got used to it after a while."
Ma Hongjun struggled to turn over, lying on his back, staring at the roof beam above his head that was about to break.
The room fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing.
The chirping of insects outside the window rose and fell, and moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a silvery white shadow on the ground.
Ma Hongjun gazed at the moonlight, but his mind was elsewhere.
Today's practical training gave him a clearer understanding of his own abilities.
After his martial spirit was attached to him, his physical abilities were indeed far superior to those of his peers, but when he fought against a true powerhouse, his slight advantage was insignificant.
Li Yusong didn't even activate his spirit rings, yet he managed to manipulate him completely with just a stick.
The gap is too big.
However, this is not what he cares about most at the moment.
What he cares about is the Oscars.
Today in the courtyard, he noticed the look in Oscar's eyes as he watched him fight.
That envy, that longing, that desire to be like you.
Oscar wants to become a Soul Master.
This is an emotional thread that wasn't explicitly stated in the original work, but it has always existed.
In the original novel, Oscar appears carefree and nonchalant on the surface, masking everything with a lewd smile.
But deep down, he had regrets about being a food-type Soul Master.
Especially among the Shrek Seven Devils, the other six are all Soul Masters with explosive combat power, while he is the only one who is a support.
He never complained or grieved; he accepted everything with a smile.
But Ma Hongjun knew that it wasn't that he didn't care, but rather that he was hiding his concern.
Ma Hongjun suddenly had an idea.
This thought had been with him since he read the original work in his previous life.
Sausage martial spirit, food-type, doesn't really sound like it has much combat power.
But what if we look at it from a different perspective?
Soul Masters obtain Soul Rings by hunting Soul Beasts, and each Soul Ring grants a Soul Skill.
These soul skills are diverse, including attack, defense, control, and support.
Oscar's sausages can grant others the effects of these soul skills.
So here's the question.
What if Oscar ate his own sausage?
In theory, the soul skill effects contained in the sausage also have an effect on the consumer.
In other words, Oscar could gain various soul skill enhancements simply by eating his own sausages.
Attack sausages increase attack, defense sausages increase defense, and speed sausages increase speed.
Would a food-type Soul Master who has stacked up all their buffs be weak in combat?
This idea was discussed by many readers in the previous life.
However, the original story didn't develop in that direction, possibly because Tang San's protagonist aura was too strong, and the growth paths of other characters were compressed.
But now that Ma Hongjun is in the thick of it, he feels he can give it a try.
"Oscar," Ma Hongjun suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?" Oscar responded listlessly.
I have a question for you.
"Go ahead and ask."
Ma Hongjun sat up in bed, the moonlight shining on his face, making his expression look particularly serious.
"Do you want to become a well-rounded warrior?"
Oscar paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ma Hongjun.
"What do you mean?"
"Attack, defense, speed, support, recovery, control... all abilities combined in one."
Ma Hongjun said, enunciating each word clearly, "It's not just about being a support player who stands behind teammates shouting '666,' but about being a warrior who can charge to the front and confront the enemy head-on."
Oscar's eyes slowly widened.
He sat up in bed so quickly that he didn't look like someone who had been tired all day.
"What did you say?"
"I have a bold idea," Ma Hongjun said, staring into his eyes, "that could turn you into a well-rounded warrior. But I can't guarantee success; someone needs to be willing to gamble their future on it."
The air became quiet.
Oscar stared straight at Ma Hongjun, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a glimmer of... hope.
He didn't speak.
Ma Hongjun didn't urge him, but waited quietly.
He knew how crazy the proposal was.
Making a food-type Soul Master into a well-rounded warrior is almost unprecedented in the history of Douluo Continent.
If Oscar agrees, it means he will be walking a path no one has ever walked before, with no experience to draw upon and no predecessors to guide him.
If he succeeds, he will be the pioneer.
It failed...
Ma Hongjun did not consider the possibility of failure.
Because this theory is logically sound.
Sausages can provide buffs to others, so why can't they provide buffs to oneself?
As long as Oscar is willing to try, and as long as his martial soul doesn't reject this method of use, this path is viable.
The only problem is that no one has verified it.
But verification comes at a price.
Oscar remained silent for a long time.
The chirping of insects outside the window became exceptionally clear.
"Are you telling the truth?" Oscar finally spoke, his voice a little strained.
"I'm not sure," Ma Hongjun said honestly, "but I think it's worth a try."
Oscar stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly grinned.
That smile was different from his usual carefree laugh; it carried an indescribable firmness.
"Hongjun, you're a very interesting person," Oscar said. "Everyone tells me that food-type Soul Masters should stay in the back and not cause trouble for their teammates. You're the first person to tell me that I can rush to the front."
Ma Hongjun remained silent.
"I'm taking the gamble," Oscar said, his voice soft but decisive. "Whatever your audacious idea is, I'm willing to try."
Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
"Agreeing without even hearing what your thoughts are? What if I sell you out?"
"You can't sell me." Oscar chuckled. "Dean Flander will dismantle you first."
Ma Hongjun also smiled.
Their laughter echoed in the simple dormitory, dispelling the silence of the night.
Oscar sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, staring intently at Ma Hongjun.
"Tell me, what is your bold idea?"
Just as Ma Hongjun was about to speak, he suddenly heard a cough coming from the next room.
"Cough cough—"
It was Flanders' voice.
"You two little devils, you have training tomorrow, hurry up and go to sleep."
Ma Hongjun and Oscar exchanged a glance and then shut their mouths at the same time.
But Oscar's eyes were still shining.
It was a kind of light that Ma Hongjun had never seen in his eyes before.
It's not lewd, nor is it joking; it's a kind of longing and expectation for the future.
Ma Hongjun lay back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
It's not too late to talk about it tomorrow.
Anyway, Oscar has already agreed.
He spent the entire night refining, making his bold idea more specific and persuasive.
To transform food-type Soul Masters into well-rounded warriors.
This wild idea from a past life might actually become a reality for Oscar.