The Heavenly Menace: My System Won't Stop Making Me a Legend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

The Assessment Grounds smell like ambition and expensive robes.I notice this the moment I walk through the iron gate — that specific combination of polished silk, cultivation salves, and barely contained anxiety that only exists when a few hundred teenagers are desperately trying to prove something to people who've already decided what they think. Colored clan banners hang from every pillar. Azure Dragon Empire insignia stamped on every official surface. Soldiers in silver armor standing at parade attention like the empire personally showed up to watch children get ranked.Which, functionally, it did.I find a spot near the back of the crowd, hands in my pockets, wearing the same grey outer robe I've owned for two years. It has a small burn mark near the left cuff from a cooking accident that definitely wasn't my fault regardless of what anyone says. I'm not embarrassed about the robe. I just find it interesting how much energy everyone else spent on theirs — new silk, clan embroider

Day one of the System's training regimen, I punch a wall until my knuckles split.Day two, I punch it again.Day three, I punch it while the System informs me my form is, quote, "aesthetically offensive to anyone with functioning eyes."By day five I've been evicted from the Ragnar property — formally, with a written notice sealed with the family crest, which I find genuinely impressive for kicking out someone who was squatting in a storage-adjacent room and paying nothing — and relocated to a four-copper-per-week room above a noodle shop in Stonewillow's market district. The room smells permanently of pork broth. The floorboards are uneven. The window faces a wall.I like it considerably more than the old place.The noodle shop owner is a woman named Madam Gu, sixty-something, built like someone who has been carrying heavy soup pots her entire life and never once found it remarkable. She charged me three weeks upfront, looked at my white hair with the expression of someone cataloguin

Thirty guards is not, objectively speaking, a large number.I tell myself this while sprinting through the festival's silk district at a pace that sends vendor displays scattering in my wake, three Crimson Phoenix Clan guards closing from behind and two more cutting diagonal from the left, all of them in vermillion armor with phoenix-fire Ki blazing hot enough that the air around them shimmers.Thirty guards for one person with no clan, no name, and until four days ago no cultivation rank worth recording.Flattering, honestly."The System," I say, between controlled breaths, vaulting a low merchant table without breaking stride, "would like to note that this is good cardio."---The System did not say that.The System is watching with professional interest.---The silk district connects to the food stalls through a narrow passage between two permanent buildings — wide enough for two people abreast, which means the five guards currently behind me have to compress into a column to foll

Trial Two is called the Endurance Maze.The sect built it into the mountain's lower face — a formation-carved labyrinth that floods with condensed Ki pressure at random intervals, meant to test whether a candidate's body and spirit can handle sustained hostile energy without collapsing. Officially, you pass by reaching the exit. Unofficially, you pass by not getting carried out on a stretcher, which happens to roughly one in eight candidates based on the exit crowd I observe from the Trial Two staging area.The System has thoughts.---Trial Two assessment: The Ki pressure inside the maze reaches peak density equivalent to a mid-stage Core Formation hostile environment. For candidates at Spirit Awakening, this is genuinely dangerous.For Host at Core Formation Stage 2, this is a mild Tuesday.The System reminds Host to appear uncomfortable.The System specifically asks Host not to walk through the pressure waves at a normal pace while eating.The System is aware this is a specific req