The 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.
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