My Disciples Are Super Gods の小説・ストーリー

They had always hoped that one day a disciple would become a powerhouse to help them ascend to an emperor-level power, and now that time had come. "From today onwards, we will follow the orders of the Young Master", everyone present knelt before Long Chen without exception. They thought, 'This guy is crazy. He can turn us into an imperial power overnight, which means he has even greater strength'. Everyone was curious about their dependence on Long Chen but didn't dare to ask. "Very well, train the core and inner disciples to reach the Martial Saint realm", Long Chen ordered. "Young Master, with the cultivation methods you gave us, they can reach the Martial Emperor realm. Why stop at the Ma

Though the disciples had a decent level of attainment, they quickly succumbed to despair and crumbled under the tiger's attack. The rapid demise of their most powerful members shattered their fighting spirit. They turned and attempted to escape, but Severin did not give them a chance to flee. He pursued them swiftly and eliminated them all. "He's… he's so strong! Those disciples had such high attainment, yet he ended their lives so easily," remarked a female level eight saint from Rachel's group.

“How dare you insult Heaven’s Gate?! The disciples were stunned before returning to their senses. “Don’t you know that insulting Heaven’s Gate is a considerable crime?! “You people are dead! “You’ll pay for saying things like that! “Are you going to give up yourselves?! Or do you want us to handle it instead?!” The disciples pulled out their longswords with fierce expressions, ready to take action. “You people talk too much,” interjected Harvey, looking at the sight. Swoosh! Rachel Hardy pounced forward with her longsword in hand. Pfft! Along with the sound of a quiet slash, the disciples fell to the ground, paralyzed before they let out their last breath. Even if they were able to be saved,

All of his young disciples are under threat. To be continued.

At this very moment, this Master of Heaven's Gate, who was notorious throughout the world and had drenched the entire martial arts community in terror, was acting like a shy young girl. "It's good that you're still alive, it's great!" Jason told Ava softly. "I miss you so much, master," Ava said with a trembling voice! "I miss you all too! But sadly, most of my disciples are skeletons by now." His disciples were the only people who could make him feel attached to and feel the most attachments. "How are you in these years?" Jason asked Ava softly.

Like-minded individuals who recognize your true nature, not merely a brilliant scientist, but the next evolutionary step for humanity itself. Dr. Chen has calculated your genetic probability matrices. The statistical likelihood of your particular combination of traits occurring naturally is less than one in ten billion. You are literally a miracle of genetic engineering, the culmination of millennia of human development. My followers understand what the Alpha cannot—that you represent divinity made manifest. Your research capabilities, your physical perfection, your intellectual supremacy all point to a singular truth: you are meant to guide our species' evolution, not waste your gifts on pr

A hundred tribes warrior falling to the ground, each dash of Jin, as if he was just sweeping the passing opponents. The other warriors were horrified to see Jin's strength in fighting. "Is he really human?" Said a disciple. "He's a God of black thunder! It's impossible for us to defeat him!" Said the other disciple. Joeben was annoyed. "All of you! Don't be afraid! He'll be tired soon! No matter how good he is, he can't handle 10,000 warriors!" The disciples realized that what their south ground Master had said was right. "Yes Southground Master!" Shout of the whole army in unison.

"I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE. Eigen seemed happy enough to humour the lad, letting him run his mouth without once interrupting. Until the end. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, grin widening so far it almost swallowed them whole. He would have, if not for Miaka's pleas. "Please let him live," she begged the old GOD, trying to save the new. Eigen paused, closing his giant mouth and reeling in his thick tongue and teeth. "I won't."

He's here for me, I know it. Usually, when I know someone is trying to get close to me, I avoid them at all cost. For example, Micah, the Virtue Humility lives upon the Moon also, but we keep our distance. Any time we cross the line between each, something bad happens. "Are you The Moon?" I ask him. It's not a completely absurd question. Many assume there is a mortal like embodiment of his power. Damon laughs. "I wish. No, I'm just a kid who works for him."

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.