In the bustling world of academia, Danial Crawford was just another college student, navigating the complexities of coursework and social life. However, his mundane existence took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a mysterious System while engrossed in a gaming session. This System, known as the "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System," affectionately dubbed "The Primordial System" shrouded in secrecy and imbued with immense power, singled out Danial as its chosen recipient, a decision seemingly based on his exceptional compatibility with its workings. Curiosity piqued, Danial delved deeper into the capabilities of the System, intrigued by its potential and driven by a thirst for knowledge. Yet, with each revelation, he realized that the System held far more than just the promise of enhanced abilities—it harbored secrets of profound significance, secrets that could reshape his understanding of the world around him. Thus began Danial's journey, one marked by adventure, danger, and self-discovery. As he embarked on this path, he encountered obstacles and challenges that tested not only his resolve but also his character. Mistakes were made along the way, as Danial grappled with the complexities of wielding newfound power and unraveling the mysteries of the System.
View MoreAs I slurped on my noodles at the town's renowned noodle shop, I found myself immersed in the savory flavors, oblivious to the world around me. However, that moment of bliss was abruptly interrupted by a peculiar sound, a faint "ping." I glanced around, but everything appeared normal. Shrugging it off, I resumed my culinary indulgence.
Exiting the shop, I returned home to the comforting aroma of my mother's cooking. Sophia, with her graceful demeanor, was busy preparing fried chicken as I entered the kitchen. Regretting my earlier noodle escapade, I couldn't help but think that I'd prefer her cooking over any other. "There you are; here, have some chicken," she offered warmly.
I declined, much to her surprise. Her disappointment was palpable, prompting me to quickly apologize and offer a hug. "Sorry, Mom," I said earnestly.
"It's okay, not your fault. I should have told you earlier," she replied, her mood lifting as I kissed her cheek before darting upstairs.
"That little... when will he grow up?" she chuckled, resuming her cooking.
Once alone, I changed into my pajamas and settled in front of my computer, ready to join my friends in a gaming session. However, before I could even launch a game, the mysterious "ping" echoed once more, followed by an unfamiliar mechanical voice. I froze in terror, my heart racing.
"Host has 100% compatibility with the System. Requesting the Host's approval to bind the System with the Host's body," the voice declared.
I stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Panic coursed through me as I struggled to comprehend the situation. Who—or what—was speaking to me? Was I losing my mind?
I shivered at the voice's reappearance. "What the... why am I hearing things? Did the A.I. rebel and start attacking cities? Is the apocalypse starting? What is happening to me?"
"Host, do not be afraid."
Terrified, I remained frozen. "What are you?"
"Congratulations, Host. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, or The Primordial System, has selected you to be your guide to becoming the strongest in the Universe and participating in the Multiverse."
My jaw dropped. "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System? The strongest in the universe? The Multiverse what?"
The information overloaded my senses. I sat down, attempting to process the revelation. "The system, the strongest in the universe – is this some kind of joke?"
"No, it is not."
"What... you can hear my thoughts?"
"Yes, the Host's mind is connected to the system, so the system can hear every thought the Host produces."
"Damn, what a drag."
"Host's approval is required for the system to bind with the Host's body."
"Binding the system? What's the use of that?"
"Binding the system will give the Host complete control over his body and enable the training and cultivation of different powers and techniques."
"Cultivation techniques? Are there Grandmasters and deities in this world?"
"Yes, that is correct."
My mind raced with disbelief; the world held secrets I had never fathomed. The revelation of a supernatural system and the promise of becoming the strongest in the universe opened up a realm of possibilities I couldn't have imagined.
The arena was frozen in time. Danial’s heart hammered like a war drum, yet his body refused to obey him. His stance remained locked, his swords trembling faintly in his grip. He couldn’t let go—not because of will, but because of fear.Kyle didn’t so much as glance at the referee. Instead, he simply jumped down from the stage, his boots clicking softly against the stone floor. His pace was unhurried, almost casual, as he made his way toward the exit.Silence followed him like a shadow.The crowd, once a roaring beast, was now a muted void. The only sound that existed was the slow, rhythmic breathing of the Gods of War in the VIP chambers. That alone was enough to make the air heavy, suffocating.Kyle reached the edge of the arena. Before stepping into the darkness of the exit tunnel, he stopped. His head turned just enough for his crimson gaze to settle back on Danial.Danial’s chest tightened.And then, in a voice that was clear enough for every person in the coliseum to hear, yet so
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Seth scoffed and rolled his eyes with disdain.“Tsk… I did not know that little bastard would make such noise.” His tone dripped with irritation, though beneath it lingered something disturbingly playful.“I had gone out into the Capital with nothing more than an intention to find a guinea pig… a body to break, a soul to carve into. I had just finished weaving a new curse, one unlike anything I’ve crafted before. Subtle, invasive, designed to twist the very foundation of a cultivator’s energy. All I needed was the right vessel. Then…” Seth’s eyes gleamed as he leaned back, recalling the moment. “I learned of the grand tournament at Phoenix Academy. Thousands gathered, young talents shining like moths before the flame. I thought to myself—what better place to find a pig to slaughter, or in this case… test?”His smile widened, cruel and mocking. “I killed that fool protector of the Emsgate Representatives and slipped inside without a trace and wore my way into the academy like a wolf a
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Somewhere deep in the frozen mountains of Emsgate, nestled amidst cliffs that pierced the clouds, stood the King’s Citadel — a sprawling fortress of ancient stone and crimson banners. The architecture was a blend of grandeur and menace: jagged spires stretched like claws toward the sky, while golden-tipped towers gleamed in the sun, mocking the kingdom’s poverty below. Inside, the marble floors were polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting crystal chandeliers and statues of long-dead kings who had once ruled with wisdom… not indulgence.But wisdom was no longer seated on the throne of Emsgate.Inside the royal palace — behind velvet curtains, beneath golden ceilings, and amidst intoxicating perfumes — lay the King’s private chambers, soaked in luxury and vice.The large, circular bed dominated the room, its silk sheets crumpled and stained from hours of activity. Five women lay strewn across it, their bodies glistening with sweat. Some were petite, others voluptuous, all exhausted from t
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