In the bustling world of academia, Danial Crawford was just another college student, navigating the complexities of coursework and social life. However, his mundane existence took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a mysterious System while engrossed in a gaming session. This System, known as the "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System," affectionately dubbed "The Primordial System" shrouded in secrecy and imbued with immense power, singled out Danial as its chosen recipient, a decision seemingly based on his exceptional compatibility with its workings. Curiosity piqued, Danial delved deeper into the capabilities of the System, intrigued by its potential and driven by a thirst for knowledge. Yet, with each revelation, he realized that the System held far more than just the promise of enhanced abilities—it harbored secrets of profound significance, secrets that could reshape his understanding of the world around him. Thus began Danial's journey, one marked by adventure, danger, and self-discovery. As he embarked on this path, he encountered obstacles and challenges that tested not only his resolve but also his character. Mistakes were made along the way, as Danial grappled with the complexities of wielding newfound power and unraveling the mysteries of the System.
Узнайте большеAs I slurped on my noodles at the town's renowned noodle shop, I found myself immersed in the savory flavors, oblivious to the world around me. However, that moment of bliss was abruptly interrupted by a peculiar sound, a faint "ping." I glanced around, but everything appeared normal. Shrugging it off, I resumed my culinary indulgence.
Exiting the shop, I returned home to the comforting aroma of my mother's cooking. Sophia, with her graceful demeanor, was busy preparing fried chicken as I entered the kitchen. Regretting my earlier noodle escapade, I couldn't help but think that I'd prefer her cooking over any other. "There you are; here, have some chicken," she offered warmly.
I declined, much to her surprise. Her disappointment was palpable, prompting me to quickly apologize and offer a hug. "Sorry, Mom," I said earnestly.
"It's okay, not your fault. I should have told you earlier," she replied, her mood lifting as I kissed her cheek before darting upstairs.
"That little... when will he grow up?" she chuckled, resuming her cooking.
Once alone, I changed into my pajamas and settled in front of my computer, ready to join my friends in a gaming session. However, before I could even launch a game, the mysterious "ping" echoed once more, followed by an unfamiliar mechanical voice. I froze in terror, my heart racing.
"Host has 100% compatibility with the System. Requesting the Host's approval to bind the System with the Host's body," the voice declared.
I stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Panic coursed through me as I struggled to comprehend the situation. Who—or what—was speaking to me? Was I losing my mind?
I shivered at the voice's reappearance. "What the... why am I hearing things? Did the A.I. rebel and start attacking cities? Is the apocalypse starting? What is happening to me?"
"Host, do not be afraid."
Terrified, I remained frozen. "What are you?"
"Congratulations, Host. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, or The Primordial System, has selected you to be your guide to becoming the strongest in the Universe and participating in the Multiverse."
My jaw dropped. "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System? The strongest in the universe? The Multiverse what?"
The information overloaded my senses. I sat down, attempting to process the revelation. "The system, the strongest in the universe – is this some kind of joke?"
"No, it is not."
"What... you can hear my thoughts?"
"Yes, the Host's mind is connected to the system, so the system can hear every thought the Host produces."
"Damn, what a drag."
"Host's approval is required for the system to bind with the Host's body."
"Binding the system? What's the use of that?"
"Binding the system will give the Host complete control over his body and enable the training and cultivation of different powers and techniques."
"Cultivation techniques? Are there Grandmasters and deities in this world?"
"Yes, that is correct."
My mind raced with disbelief; the world held secrets I had never fathomed. The revelation of a supernatural system and the promise of becoming the strongest in the universe opened up a realm of possibilities I couldn't have imagined.
Somewhere deep in the frozen mountains of Emsgate, nestled amidst cliffs that pierced the clouds, stood the King’s Citadel — a sprawling fortress of ancient stone and crimson banners. The architecture was a blend of grandeur and menace: jagged spires stretched like claws toward the sky, while golden-tipped towers gleamed in the sun, mocking the kingdom’s poverty below. Inside, the marble floors were polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting crystal chandeliers and statues of long-dead kings who had once ruled with wisdom… not indulgence.But wisdom was no longer seated on the throne of Emsgate.Inside the royal palace — behind velvet curtains, beneath golden ceilings, and amidst intoxicating perfumes — lay the King’s private chambers, soaked in luxury and vice.The large, circular bed dominated the room, its silk sheets crumpled and stained from hours of activity. Five women lay strewn across it, their bodies glistening with sweat. Some were petite, others voluptuous, all exhausted from
Danial slept through the entire night like a stone, his breathing calm and steady, unaware of the storm brewing both inside and outside the academy walls. While he lay still, recovering from the brutal fight, the entire academy was alive with tension.Participants of the tournament, disciples of the academy, and even hidden sect operatives staying incognito within the Capital buzzed with anticipation. The final stage of the Tournament of Sovereign Might loomed like a heavy cloud, and nobody wanted to be caught unprepared. Throughout the academy, isolated training halls flickered with energy. Some participants meditated in silence, while others rehearsed their signature techniques for the hundredth time. Each held onto a single thought: tomorrow decides everything.In one of the isolated training halls, Egbert stood with his blade raised in front of him, eyes closed, deep in concentration. A hum of power reverberated through the air as crimson energy began to swirl around his sword, ti
The medical team burst through the infirmary doors, wheeling in Danial’s barely conscious body. His clothes were torn and singed, and blood still oozed from the wounds scattered across his frame. Gloria ran alongside, her palm pressed firmly against his chest, her healing light flickering like a flame in a storm. She looked pale, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, but her hand never faltered.“Clear the path!” one of the medics shouted as they reached the emergency bay. Danial was carefully transferred onto the main healing slab, and the room immediately filled with the hum of enchanted medical equipment activating.Pavan and Crystal arrived moments later, panting, their faces ashen with worry. “Danial!” Crystal shouted, rushing forward—only to be gently pushed back by a medic.“Wait,” Gloria said breathlessly. “He’s stable… but barely. I need a moment.”Sophie arrived right after, her face streaked with tears she didn’t even realize had fallen. She stood frozen at the doorway, h
Zyler spat out another clot of blood, the crimson liquid sizzling slightly as it touched the burning arena floor. Yet, despite the state of his body, his grin widened, unnerving everyone watching. “Seems like I have to end this battle soon,” he muttered with a hoarse chuckle. “Danial, I’ve enjoyed playing with you.”Danial’s expression turned grim as his gaze flicked to his left arm. The burns and damage from earlier were mostly gone, but more importantly, he noticed something else. His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought, His attacks... although powerful, they're not poisonous. That information mattered. He had been too cautious before.He exhaled slowly and flicked his sword out to the side. Flames instantly coiled around the blade like a living serpent, and within seconds, the familiar, deadly aura of the Hellfire Sword returned—its crimson and black flames licking at the air, warping the space around them.Zyler snorted in disdain and launched forward without hesitation. His grot
Danial stood upright, body trembling, yet his eyes never wavered from Zyler. Blood still dripped from the gash on his side, and his broken right arm hung weakly at his side. But he refused to let go of his sword.Then, without a word, Danial raised his left hand and placed it over his broken arm. A faint green glow began to emanate from his palm, rippling with soft, healing energy. His fingers trembled as the light surged gently through the cracks in his bones, mending tissues, reinforcing muscle fibers, and slowly stitching flesh back together.The crowd gasped. Even amidst the brutal spectacle of the tournament, such a healing technique was rare—especially one that worked mid-battle.In the VIP section, voices rose in stunned whispers.“Did he just use… a healing art?” muttered of of the God of Wars, Astra Skyreach, narrowing her eyes behind his glasses. “That kind of regeneration mid-combat is no joke.”Catherine Lancaster leaned forward. “It’s refined and stable. That isn’t some c
Danial’s eyes snapped open.There was no trace of fatigue or frustration in them anymore. Instead, an intense sharpness cut through the air like a blade. His pupils seemed to narrow, not in fear, but in focus—pure, honed focus. Predatory—that was the only word Zyler could muster to describe them. For the first time in the entire fight, Zyler took a cautious step back.He didn’t understand why… but something primal stirred inside him.Danial’s body didn’t move, but the Aura Blade in his hand began to surge, resonating with a cold, refined power. The space around it wavered like heat distortion—yet there was no heat, only pure cutting energy. It hummed with lethal intent.Zyler’s momentary fear melted into a wide, twisted grin. His chest heaved with excitement as he flicked his right arm, and the tendrils writhed violently, twisting and condensing into the shape of a grotesque, fleshy sword—black, pulsing, and jagged like a spine ripped from a monster. With a delighted chuckle, he flick
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