"So… where did the original Salas's soul go?" Salas wondered.
As someone from Earth who had lived among intelligent people, he had the habit of pondering over many things.
Not to mention, he was also a relatively good chess player.
So when something that didn't happen in the novel occurred to the original Salas, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
"If it were a dying person, maybe my soul occupying this body could be justified by saying that I took over a dead body.
"But Salas was a living person… not to mention he was a Soul Douluo with a strong soul. So how did I occupy this body?" Salas thought.
But in the end, he couldn't come up with a theory. However, he was sure of one thing—he hadn't merged with the original Salas's soul. Otherwise, he would have gained Salas's martial soul and soul rings. Instead, he only inherited the cultivation level since soul power belonged to the body, not the soul.
"Maybe since I'm an Earthling, my soul was stronger than Salas's? But when I fought with Salas over this body, my soul weakened? Heh, I really have the talent to come up with all sorts of theories..."
"But all in all, I don't have a system or anything like those fellow transmigrators. So, it's not their doing. Maybe some godly being did this?"
"Oh, hell… since I don't know anything, I'll just let it be. I can't control it anyway. My priority should be figuring out how to live a long life…" Salas's emotions calmed slightly as he thought this way.
But there was still one thing unsaid… If his transmigration was the work of some higher being, he could only say… they were stupid as fuck. Why the hell would they transmigrate him into Salas's body? Wouldn't it have been nice if they had helped him occupy a powerful person's body or even that of a talented child?
And this world… this fantasy sewer… Wouldn't it have been better if they had transmigrated him into a more powerful universe?
But Salas knew it was useless to dwell on it, especially when he wasn't even sure if his transmigration had anything to do with those higher beings. After all… there were plenty of random transmigrators who traveled through time and space for no reason. Like Flame Emperor Xiao Yan, Great Love Fang Yuan, and even this world's Tang Buddha.
"I just hope I can at least live like a normal person with a lifespan of eighty or a hundred years… but this body's vitality is already nearing its end. Considering a soul master's lifespan limit, this body can live until nearly a hundred years old, which is only eighteen years away," Salas muttered in his mind. An old body was really…
"If I want to live longer… I have to reach level 99. That way, I can live for nearly three hundred years. That should be enough, I guess…"
"And if I become a Limit Douluo, my appearance will also become younger due to increased vitality…" Salas smiled. This was the hope he had found earlier.
It wasn't like in the distant future, ten thousand years later, when Shrek Academy's Life School would research a way for Limit Douluos to live for nearly a thousand years. In this era, a Limit Douluo could only live for three hundred years…
But that was enough for Salas. At least his transmigration wouldn't go to waste. At least he could outlive an Earthling…
As for becoming a god?
"It would be great if I could… but is it even possible? There's Tang Chen, who was chosen by a god as a successor at around a hundred years old… but am I the same? As far as I know, all those gods prefer to choose young talents. Tang Chen himself became a Titled Douluo at a very young age…" Salas smiled, but his smile had a bitter taste.
It wasn't that he lacked grand ambitions… but he understood his current situation very well. Not to mention that in ten or so years, three gods would appear, and even his life could be in danger.
If Tang San became the winner in the battle of gods, then he would only allow those who submitted to him to ascend to godhood.
"Hah… I can only try my best."
"It really makes you wonder why people change because of power…" Salas muttered thoughtfully.
As someone with a different perspective, he had his own opinions about Tang San.
At least… in Salas's opinion, Tang San wasn't a bad person, at least not in the early stages of his life in this world.
Yeah, everyone has their flaws. If someone wants to live the way they desire, they are often forced to do things that others would despise.
Tang San's theft of the Tang Sect's techniques wasn't that bad in Salas's opinion.
If he were in Tang San's place, he might have done even more… he wouldn't have stopped at just stealing.
Are you asking him to remain an outer sect disciple forever? Hah. Maybe there really are people in this world who are bound by moral bottom lines. But what's the point of sticking to those bottom lines?
If you're starving for days, there's no fault in stealing someone else's food.
"Tang San was such a good person… He was filial to his father and loyal to his lover. He was at least better than me… haha. But… his actions after gaining power and becoming a god are really… something."
As someone who had read the later parts of Douluo Dalu, Salas was well aware of Tang San's atrocities. They were truly on another level.
"Can power really change a person to this extent? Hmm. I can't say for sure unless I personally experience it. Maybe if I become a god, I'll end up acting even worse than Tang San."
Power had always changed people over time. Or rather, it provided a path for them to unleash their deeply hidden traits. It could be for better or worse.
But in the end, who in this world is completely good? Most people hide their true selves and uphold moral values just so they can live among others. But if one day they gained the power to rule over everyone, the first thing they would likely want to do is control others—not necessarily do good for them.
"Hmm… I'm thinking about unnecessary things again. Where am I? Right… I must first decide which Martial Soul to devour. Then, I need to plan my future actions…
"Based on the timeline, no major opportunities have been taken yet. If I move fast, I can still get that External Soul Bone."
Salas snapped back to reality after wandering in his thoughts like an old man. With a series of plans forming in his mind, he finalized his priorities.