Lahat ng Kabanata ng Cultivation with a System in the Modern World: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 237

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

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

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