Cultivation with a System in the Modern World のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

The heavens tore apart once more. The sky raged and churned, its thunderous voice drowning every sound as the next bolt of lightning gathered power above. Danial, broken and barely conscious, could only look up. His eyes were hollow yet stubborn, glinting faintly in defiance.The lightning was thicker than before—denser, alive, furious. It split the clouds apart with a crack that shook the ground. The world seemed to hold its breath.Raiden’s instincts screamed to act, but she jumped back, gritting her teeth in frustration. She could control lightning, she could command storms—but this was no ordinary thunder. Calamity lightning was heaven’s judgment made manifest. Even a goddess of war with lightning affinity could only influence general tribulations, and even that came at a cost to her divine body. Interfering with a Calamity Tribulation was to challenge the heavens directly—a suicidal act.Every god of war and dignitary present took a collective step back. Even the strongest among

Danial’s consciousness drifted between darkness and light. He didn’t know if he was alive or dead — only that everything hurt.When he finally opened his eyes, pain consumed him. It wasn’t the kind that could be localised — it was everywhere. His body screamed in agony; his bones ached as if crushed under mountains, and every breath sent fire through his chest. His organs pulsed in torment, his skin burned and peeled in places, and yet… he was alive. Barely. He felt his heartbeat echo weakly through his ribcage, each pulse of life a struggle against the inevitable.Blurred figures surrounded him, moving frantically. Voices echoed faintly in his ears, indistinct, as if underwater.“Keep the flow steady!” “He’s losing too much blood!”The blur in front of him sharpened into shapes. He was lying on a glowing array circle surrounded by healers. Gloria was kneeling over him, her hands pressed firmly against his chest as streams of emerald light flowed into him. Her face was pale, her brea

The air in the arena was still charged with divine remnants, faint lightning crackles snaking through the cracked marble like stubborn spirits refusing to leave. After Raiden disappeared in a flash of thunder, silence fell once more. Elysia exhaled slowly, brushing the dust from her robe before turning toward the remaining Gods of War and the senior officials overseeing the tournament. The audience had already been evacuated, but the tension lingered like a heavy fog. “Let’s discuss the matter of the tournament,” Elysia said flatly, her tone all business now. What followed was a long, tiresome discussion between the Grand Council members, sect representatives, and divine envoys. Each had their opinions—some were impressed by Danial’s feat, others terrified, and a few simply wanted the tournament to continue. Finally, after an hour of arguments and paperwork thicker than spiritual energy scrolls, Elysia made the announcement. “The tournament will continue,” she declared, her c

Far from the storm-lashed Reely Islands, where Danial was busy being “trained” through borderline electrocution, something far more ancient stirred in the depths of Somerland.Deep inside the Sedgegan Mountain Research Complex, the central monitoring chamber buzzed with tension. Massive screens lined the walls, each displaying waves of unfamiliar energy patterns, fluctuations in spatial distortion, and feeds from the high-definition cameras pointed at the Celestial Stargate.Inside the ninth-level research centre, Dr Harrison Light stood before the main terminal, hands behind his back. He was a man in his early fifties, but age had not dulled him in the slightest. His shoulders were broad, his posture straight, and despite the crisis, his movements were sharp and precise. His hair was silvered at the temples but thick and combed back neatly. His eyes — deep, penetrating, dark — carried the pressure of a man who had seen too much and still stared down the unknown with cold logic.Besi

Grandmaster Quintan’s expression tightened the moment the word “Angels” left the brother’s mouth. His heavy eyebrows furrowed, shadows gathering beneath his eyes as memories he wished he could forget resurfaced. Abraham’s divination flashed in his mind—the vision conducted near this very Stargate, a vision of obliterated landscapes, cities swallowed by celestial flames, and the sky torn apart by divine wrath. The same term had been whispered then.Angels.Quintan’s jaw flexed.This shouldn’t be possible. The Stargate showed signs of awakening, yes… but dimensional traversal? Manifestation into the mortal plane? It was never supposed to happen. How—how did these two cross over? What laws were broken? What forces were involved?His mind raced, but his voice remained steady and cold.“What are your names, and why are you here?”The brother chuckled, a smug, slow curl of his lips. He tilted his head with an almost artistic arrogance, as if speaking to a creature beneath notice.“Our names