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2023-01-02 21:55:50The room fell into an eerie silence after my daring escape from the abandoned construction site. As I caught my breath, I directed my attention back to the System interface, eager to explore the possibilities that lay within its enigmatic features.
"Is this everything the System offers?" I inquired, my curiosity unabated.
"Yes, if you want to access more System features, you will have to level up to Master rank cultivation," the System responded matter-of-factly.
"Master rank cultivation? Can you explain all the cultivation ranks to me?" I queried, realizing I had much to learn about the intricacies of this newfound power.
"The Cultivation ranks of this world are divided into 9 stages: Mortal, Master, Martial Art Master, Grandmaster, Energy Condensation, Martial Core, God Rank 1, God Rank 2, God Rank 3," the System explained.
I was taken aback by the complexity of the cultivation hierarchy. "So many levels, but I thought only four levels existed based on my novel reading experience."
"Host should not read such pathetic novels," the System retorted, a hint of disdain in its mechanical voice.
"Damn, System, that hurt," I replied, feigning offense.
As I continued my interrogation, a sudden wail of sirens pierced the air, sending chills down my spine. Panic set in as I peered out the window to witness the approach of numerous police cars converging on the abandoned building.
"Did my yelling attract so many police cars? But no one would have heard them, right?" I wondered aloud, my confusion evident.
The System, seemingly unperturbed, suggested, "The host's body's strength has increased due to the System binding. The host can easily jump from the back of the building and escape safely."
"That better be right, System, otherwise, I would curse you to death," I muttered, a mix of annoyance and fear clouding my thoughts.
With no time to spare, I rushed to the back of the building, confronted by a window that held both escape and uncertainty. As I prepared to make the daring leap, the footsteps of approaching officers echoed through the corridor. In a split-second decision, I propelled myself out the window.
The rush of wind enveloped me as I hurtled towards the ground, adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a resounding thud, I landed on the earth below, relief flooding my senses.
I landed with a resounding thud, leaving deep imprints in the soil beneath. Adrenaline pumping, I sprinted towards the apartment complex exit, narrowly evading the watchful eyes of two officers guarding the way.
Utilizing a simple distraction technique, I threw a stone to divert their attention. It worked flawlessly, providing the perfect opportunity to slip away undetected. Hailing a cab, I raced home, relieved to have narrowly escaped a potentially disastrous encounter with the law.
Upon reaching the safety of my home, I ensured my presence went unnoticed by my father, sneaking into my room without raising any suspicions. With the door securely closed, I peeled off my clothes and stood before the mirror, scrutinizing the changes in my body.
My muscles appeared more defined, and a subtle glow emanated from my skin. As I observed these alterations, I couldn't help but feel a surge in mental power. I sighed, contemplating the implications of possessing the Supernatural Divine Godly Power System.
"Now that I officially have the System, what can I do to increase my skills and cultivation? It seems I need to explore the System," I mused.
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