Douluo: I’m Totally a Support Type… Probably

After returning to his dormitory, Wu Lan wanted to sleep, but he was too excited to rest.

He now had the chance to receive payments from a Title Douluo every single day, how could he not be thrilled?

In the past, Tang Hao would always come to check on Tang San's condition and then disappear without a word.

There was never an opportunity to meet him regularly or to heal him consistently.

But now?

Now he could heal him daily and receive payments like clockwork.

Since he was getting rewards from Tang Hao, staying at Shrek Academy had become a complete waste of time.

He couldn't randomly heal the teachers here.

Bullying Yu Xiaogang was entertaining, yes but it didn't provide anything valuable beyond amusement. That trash was useless except as a source of laughter.

It was better to go out into the world and find people who genuinely needed help to collect faith and power through meaningful action.

With those thoughts swirling through his mind, Wu Lan slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

After completing their Purple Demon Eyes training, Xiao Wu and Zhuqing made their way to Wu Lan's dormitory.

There, they found him packing all his luggage.

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up at the sight and she immediately asked,

"Brother, where are we going?"

She had already included herself without waiting for Wu Lan to say anything.

"Shameless rabbit! Who asked you to come along? Master and I will enjoy this trip alone!"

Orchid popped out and shouted, cutting her off before Wu Lan could answer.

"Useless plant, shut up. Wherever Brother goes, I go too," Xiao Wu said arrogantly while glaring at Orchid.

As the two began bickering, Wu Lan sighed and calmed them down.

"Staying in the academy won't benefit us," he explained. "So let's go explore the world."

Turning to Zhuqing, he asked, "Do you want to join us?"

Zhuqing responded without a moment's hesitation. "Of course. I will follow you."

"Pack your luggage. We'll return in about three months."

Upon hearing that, both Xiao Wu and Zhuqing immediately ran off to pack their things.

Wu Lan had already finished preparing and was on his way to Flander's office to inform him about their journey.

On the way, he saw Dai Mubai stepping out of his room.

Wu Lan's eyes lit up. "Good morning, Mubai."

Hearing his name, Mubai turned and replied, "Good morning, Wu Lan."

"Mubai, did you hear about Yu Xiaogang's new theory?" Wu Lan asked, baiting him.

At the mention of Yu Xiaogang's name, Mubai's expression twisted with anger.

"I don't care what kind of useless theory that bastard came up with," he snapped.

Wu Lan was impressed by the depth of his disdain. Yu Xiaogang is truly a master of petty revenge.

"Oh? I thought you might be interested in Martial Spirit evolution," Wu Lan said casually, walking past him.

Mubai's eyes suddenly lit up at the mention of "Martial Spirit evolution."

"Wait."

Wu Lan stopped, quietly elated. Hooked.

"Please tell me about Martial Spirit evolution," Mubai asked, desperate. He needed strength to survive, now more than ever.

"Alright, I'll tell you."

Then Wu Lan recounted everything he had seen the previous day, not wanting to be blamed later when Mubai's Martial Spirit inevitably collapsed.

After hearing everything, Mubai became determined. Even if he had to beg Yu Xiaogang, he would do it. He had to grow stronger.

"Thank you, Wu Lan, for telling me. I'll go to Master and ask him directly."

Wu Lan was speechless. Mubai was already calling that clown 'Master'?

"First go find the Dean. He'll convince Yu Xiaogang to help you," Wu Lan advised like a good friend.

Mubai thanked him and rushed toward Flander's office.

Yu Xiaogang, I've already gifted you another guinea pig. Be happy, Wu Lan thought with amusement.

Curious to see Mubai dig his own grave, Wu Lan quickened his pace to follow.

"Dean, please help me!" Mubai burst into Flander's office.

Flander blinked, confused. "What happened?"

"Dean, can you help me ask Master to evolve my Martial Spirit?" Mubai asked with an embarrassed expression.

Flander immediately understood. But Yu Xiaogang had already agreed to help Ma Hongjun, would he agree to another one?

"This…" Flander hesitated.

Seeing that, Mubai grew desperate. "Dean, you know my situation. If I don't grow stronger, my brother will kill me. Please help me!"

Looking into Mubai's eyes, Flander steeled himself. He would ask Yu Xiaogang again.

"I'll try. But Xiaogang already accepted Ma Hongjun. He might not agree to take you as well."

"Dean, let Mubai offer him money. Yu Xiaogang will definitely agree, Tang San needs resources," Wu Lan offered, ever the helpful friend.

Both Flander and Mubai's eyes lit up.

"Yes, that could work! Mubai is a prince, after all. Money isn't a problem," Flander said excitedly.

"Thank you, Wu Lan," Mubai added gratefully.

Happy journey, Mubai, Wu Lan thought to himself with a grin.

"Oh, by the way, Dean," Wu Lan added, "we're going on a trip. We'll be back after three months."

Flander didn't object. He simply said, "Be careful."

Flander and Mubai then rushed toward Yu Xiaogang's dormitory.

Wu Lan, wanting to witness the glorious moment of Yu Xiaogang taking the blame in his place, followed right behind them.

When Yu Xiaogang heard Mubai's request to evolve his Martial Spirit, he began his usual act, pretending to refuse instantly.

But upon learning Mubai's identity as a prince, hearing the promises of money, and watching the boy beg at his feet, he accepted, with great reluctance, of course.

He wore a smug face, basking in their praise while shamelessly demanding an outrageous amount of money as compensation.

Mubai agreed immediately.

Anything to grow stronger.

Wu Lan smiled.

The scapegoat is secured.

Now all the blame would fall on Yu Xiaogang.

With that, Mubai had only accelerated his own downfall. Since Wu Lan's payments were taken gradually over time, Mubai would have had a slow decline. But now, with Yu Xiaogang selecting his spirit rings, the collapse of his Martial Spirit would come faster than ever.

I have full faith in Yu Xiaogang's abilities.

I can't wait to see what they'll do to him when the truth comes out.