Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
"Deliver that third level, and your standing with the Overlord will be second to none."
The hooded figure gave a single, dignified nod. "And what about Marvin?"
A dark, sickening grin split the Overseer’s face, his knuckles popping with a sound like snapping timber.
"Marvin," the Overseer whispered softly, his eyes flashing with raw, murderous promise, "is my fucking prize."
Deep beneath the mountain, far from the Capital, the dark gears turned in the quiet dark.
The ruins open in one week.