Leveling Up Novels & Stories

At the same time, a message appeared before his eyes- The Great Swallow Spell had been upgraded to level two. “This…” “These Forbidden Spells… are they going to grow a twin lotus out whenever they upgrade to the second level?’ “What about the third and fourth, then?” He was starting to get more excited about this. When the spell upgraded to the second level, he could clearly feel his swallowing powers growing stronger and faster. After consuming the dragon, he didn’t stop in the slightest and started forcibly taking in the flames of the peacock as well.

Leveling Manage System Chapter 1 : Prologue-Loading Nature engine falls with the acceleration of a meteor, downtrend to Zon village. Tink! System process, target 100% lock, success. State panel release. Talent : 0 Leve Xiao Wan raise up from bedtime while looking at the panel, this is must be an imagination, sweat like a flood all of the physique, so much information received, comfort to himself, "I can be powerful without cultivation, simply create a potion from few herbs to upgrade my level."

David clicked on Body and a window popped up. [This upgrade will consume one million lavish points. After the upgrade, the host’s Body will be upgraded from the original Sacred Saint level 1 to Sacred Saint level 2. Please confirm whether to proceed.] ‘Yes!’ Next, his Body became Sacred Saint level 2. Then, level 3, level 5, and level 7. Finally, he reached Sacred Saint level 10. So far, he had finished upgrading his Body.

There was really an upgrade at every ability an HS or SH have as the system is responsible for their ability getting upgraded to the higher level. Of course, the system needed to be compatible to them as they will still remain on their pitiful level if their system did not even consider upgrading them. Of course the thing that could let the system upgrade the host that was bound to them is, if it as the right time or if it has the 80% stimulation that can be used and turn it into sparkles of energy, buying some potions and clicking and the virtual screen that was placed in the headquarters only systems knows where it was located is.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"

As the wedding date steadily approached, Mason and I grew closer with each passing day. One evening, instead of sending his chauffeur, he picked me up himself and drove us up the mountains until we reached the summit. Pointing at the starry sky, he asked, "Do you like it?" I found the gesture amusing and teased, "Is the starry sky your gift?" He lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and pressed a finger to his lips. I instinctively fell silent.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

A low electronic tone pulsed suddenly through her skull. LUS INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. Evelyn jerked upright violently. Damian swore. “Okay, seriously.” A translucent blue screen flickered across her vision. LOGISTIC UTILIZATION SYSTEM ONLINE. PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: MAXIMIZE HOST SURVIVAL PROBABILITY. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE:3.7% Evelyn’s stomach dropped. Three point seven percent. “That’s comforting,” she muttered under her breath. Damian blinked. “What?” The screen shifted again. FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE.

Ava Clarke is twenty-one, bold, and fully aware of the rumors swirling around Professor Damon Wolfe-the Literature Department's most feared and desired professor. His classes are impossible to ace, and his gaze could undress you from across the room. Then she gets a C on an essay she knows deserved better. When she storms into his office demanding he explain himself, she expects a lecture. Not eyes that pin her in place like prey. "You want to be graded differently?" he asks. "Then earn it."

I was so disappointed in him that I didn't want to talk to him. When I stayed silent, his doubtful gaze shifted into a mocking sneer. "No matter how much you copy, you're not 19 anymore. If you're leaving, just leave. What's the point of playing these little tricks with me?" What did he just say? "Actually, it's fine you're here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you." He pulled out a checkbook, tore a blank check, and tossed it my way. "Name your price for your ten years of youth."