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Ping!As the familiar sound of pings echoed in my room, I jolted awake from a peaceful slumber. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System had assigned me daily tasks that promised rewards upon completion.
"100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 burpees, 10km runs," I muttered to myself, my jaw dropping at the daunting challenge laid out before me. But what caught my attention was the promise of rewards upon completion—a tantalizing incentive that sparked a fire within me.
"To help the host cultivate and upgrade levels, host is given an Ultimate God Level Technique: 'Void Devouring Arts'," the System's message continued, sending a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins.
An Ultimate God-Level Technique? My mind reeled at the possibilities, and a mischievous grin spread across my face as I envisioned the untold power at my fingertips. Excitement surged through me, manifesting in a moment of villainous laughter—albeit a poorly executed one.
After completing my physical regimen, I turned my focus to the extraction of the Void Devouring Arts technique.
"Learn the book now," the System instructed.
"Extracting book," it announced, and an immediate surge of pain engulfed me. The world around me blurred and distorted until I found myself in the vast expanse of the void, surrounded by galaxies and stars.
A message from the System greeted me: "The One who controls space is the one who controls fate and reality itself. With determination coursing through my veins, I closed my eyes and reached out to the fabric of space itself, seeking to understand its intricate laws and mysteries. Time seemed to stretch and warp around me as I delved deeper into the cosmic void, my consciousness expanding with each passing moment.
Time lost its meaning as I delved deeper into the void, absorbing the essence of countless galaxies. With each passing moment, I felt myself becoming one with the cosmos, a sensation akin to godhood.
As the galaxies merged with my being, knowledge flooded my consciousness, illuminating the fundamental laws of reality. It was a transformative experience—one that transcended mortal understanding.
Upon my return to my room, the System revealed the newly acquired proficiency: Void Devouring Arts, Basic Proficiency. As I understood, practice would elevate my mastery over this formidable technique.
Curiosity lingered, and I questioned the System about the duration of my absence.
"For 20 years," it calmly replied.
"20 years?!" I exclaimed, disbelief coloring my tone. "How did I not age, and why did the time of the year not change?"
"The void you were transported to had different laws and rules," the System explained.
"Ah, well, you should've given me a heads up next time before having me float in space for 20 years doing nothing," I retorted.
"Will do," the System responded succinctly.
Determined to harness the power of Void Devouring Arts, I pondered a suitable location for its practice. The System's assurance that any place would suffice guided my decision.
After completing the daily tasks—an hour of vigorous physical exercises—I eagerly claimed my rewards from the System. To my delight, it granted me a sage-level skill named "Dragon Abomination."
Everywhere he walked, people stopped.Not loudly — nobody ran up to him or made a scene. It was the quieter kind of attention, the kind that's almost worse. Mid-sentence conversations dying out. Heads turning. Someone nudging the person next to them and saying nothing, just pointing slightly with their chin. Danial caught a few of these near the east courtyard and glanced down at himself out of reflex. Same hands. Same training clothes, slightly singed at the collar. Nothing that obviously explained what he was looking at.What Paisley-level nonsense happened here while I was gone?He kept walking.The library was on the third floor of the east block, tucked behind a corridor that most students didn't have much reason to visit. Danial reached the door and raised his hand to knock — then stopped. He checked his chest pocket, his jacket, his back pocket.The jade token Marvin had given him before the tournament was gone. Still on the islands, most likely.He stared at the door for a seco
The final week in the Plain of the Three Musketeers was a blur of exhausting repetition. There was no grand breakthrough, no sudden surge of triumph—just the relentless cycle of practice, failure, and adjustment until the routine consumed everything else. Wake up. Train. Miss the mark. Fix the angle. Train again. Sleep when his body gave out, then wake up and repeat.By the fourth day, Danial lost track of time altogether. The pocket dimension operated on its own elastic rhythm, stretching hours or days depending on his focus. Counting hours felt pointless, so he stopped trying.The Thunder Combat Arts had fought him every step of the way. Intellectually, he understood all five techniques—Thunder Palm, Lightning Fist, Flash Step, Storm Kick, and Thunder Knee. The problem wasn't knowing the moves; it was the seam between thought and execution. Whenever his internal energy lagged even a fraction of a second, the current split wildly off course. During one early session, a misaligned Lig
The news from Sedgegan Mountain did not travel through ordinary channels.It did not appear on the morning broadcasts. It did not surface in the cultivator forums that had spent the past twenty-four hours dissecting footage of a teenager standing in tribulation lightning with his arms half-raised. It did not reach the desk of a single journalist, analyst, or government correspondent. The military communications blackout was total—implemented within four minutes of the incident, maintained with the kind of absolute discipline that only activates when the people giving the orders are genuinely afraid.What the public knew was this: there had been an energy discharge near the Sedgegan Mountain research facility. Routine. Contained. No casualties. Please direct any inquiries to the Ministry of Science.What the public did not know was that the Celestial Stargate had trembled hard enough to fracture its surrounding containment arrays; that every electronic device within three kilometers ha
The first blow had sent him skidding across the scorched earth. The second had thrown him into the air. By the fifth, Danial had lost count of how many times Balthazar's lightning had found him — had claimed him — despite every desperate dodge, every instinctive twist of his body away from the crackling white-hot discharge. But the sixth strike did not merely find him. It consumed him.He hit the ground hard, arms splayed, the air driven from his lungs. His clothes were burned through in jagged patches, the edges still smouldering, and the skin beneath hummed with a deep, resonant ache that reached all the way to his bones. For a long moment, he simply lay there.Then his eyes opened — and they shone.It was subtle at first, like candlelight behind frosted glass. But it grew, a faint luminescence deep within his irises, flickering with the same rhythm as the charged air still crackling around him. Danial blinked once. Then,he pushed himself to his feet.Balthazar watched without a word
Danial stood stunned for a brief moment before looking toward Master Balthazar, who remained standing several meters away in a perfectly relaxed stance. One of his hands was raised casually before him, his palm facing inward, as though nothing in the world could disturb his composure. His expression remained unreadable, yet there was a faint curiosity hidden within his eyes."Show me what you received," Balthazar said calmly. "The power to control lightning."Danial swallowed hard and took a slow breath to steady himself. Raising both hands before his chest, he left only a narrow gap between his palms before circulating his internal energy. The familiar warmth flowing through his meridians gradually changed, becoming sharper and more violent as he reached for the foreign power Astrape had bestowed upon him.Tiny blue arcs immediately danced across his forearms.They crackled loudly as they crawled over his skin like living serpents before converging between his palms. Danial slowly vi
The three masters were shocked beyond words. None of them had expected Danial’s fate to intertwine so quickly with a demigod, and the revelation hit them with the force of a hammer. Balthazar looked stunned to the core, Yamato rose to his feet and stared at Danial in a mixture of disbelief and jealousy, and even Abhaya’s eyes widened slightly, his usually composed expression finally cracking. Danial scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward laugh.“Yeah… that happened. And I gained the power to control lightning.”Balthazar sank back into his chair and rubbed his temples. “Well, this took a turn for the worse.”Yamato’s gaze remained fixed on Danial as he replied in a low, tight voice, “I didn’t expect the demigods to intervene this early. The prophecy is unfolding faster than expected.”Abhaya nodded once, his prayer beads resting against his palm. “Amitabha. We have to prepare the boy for the cataclysm.”Danial blinked at them, confused and increasingly uneasy. “Prophecy? C







