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Crossed the Limit
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2023-05-04 22:50:45
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Cultivation with a System in the Modern World We are Your Angels
Inside the Sedgegan Mountain Research Complex, Harrison had just begun to issue evacuation orders when he saw the siblings turn fully toward the observation glass. Their expressions were serene, almost curious, but the air around them thickened with divine menace.The brother took a step forward, and the space beneath his foot compressed into a hardened layer of golden light, forming an elegant stepping stone in midair. Another step followed, then another—each creating luminous footholds as he ascended toward the reinforced observation barrier. His sister floated beside him effortlessly, her movements too graceful to belong to anything mortal. She drifted upward like a celestial wisp, golden hair cascading behind her like a trail of liquid starlight.Inside the lab, panic rippled from one researcher to another. Harrison snapped his head around and barked, “Everyone evacuate—NOW!”For a moment, no one moved.Then the command settled into their bones, and the entire chamber erupted into
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World So This Is the Mortal Realm… Earth?
Far from the storm-lashed Reely Islands, where Danial was busy being “trained” through borderline electrocution, something far more ancient stirred in the depths of Somerland.Deep inside the Sedgegan Mountain Research Complex, the central monitoring chamber buzzed with tension. Massive screens lined the walls, each displaying waves of unfamiliar energy patterns, fluctuations in spatial distortion, and feeds from the high-definition cameras pointed at the Celestial Stargate.Inside the ninth-level research centre, Dr Harrison Light stood before the main terminal, hands behind his back. He was a man in his early fifties, but age had not dulled him in the slightest. His shoulders were broad, his posture straight, and despite the crisis, his movements were sharp and precise. His hair was silvered at the temples but thick and combed back neatly. His eyes — deep, penetrating, dark — carried the pressure of a man who had seen too much and still stared down the unknown with cold logic.Besi
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World You’ll Thank Me When You Can Dodge Heaven’s Judgment
The tournament grounds were still thick with tension. Even though the arena had been swiftly reconstructed using temporary stabilising arrays, the atmosphere had yet to recover from what had transpired. The lightning had struck with divine fury — not a natural strike, but something that seemed to defy logic.Fortunately, the Gods of War were prepared for destruction on all scales. They protected the citizens and minimised collateral damage. Still, several runes were fried beyond recognition, and parts of the viewing stands had collapsed from the shockwave. The organisers scrambled, reforging the stage with emergency sigils — glowing patterns of golden and azure energy lacing the new tiles.When the broadcast resumed, millions tuned in, waiting to see the aftermath.But what they saw… was nothing.There was no body, no figure, not even a single trace of Danial. Only a vast crater, surrounded by the faint crackle of residual lightning — the very ground scorched into a deep pit of molte
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World You’ll Forget About Consent Here Soon Enough
The air in the arena was still charged with divine remnants, faint lightning crackles snaking through the cracked marble like stubborn spirits refusing to leave. After Raiden disappeared in a flash of thunder, silence fell once more. Elysia exhaled slowly, brushing the dust from her robe before turning toward the remaining Gods of War and the senior officials overseeing the tournament. The audience had already been evacuated, but the tension lingered like a heavy fog. “Let’s discuss the matter of the tournament,” Elysia said flatly, her tone all business now. What followed was a long, tiresome discussion between the Grand Council members, sect representatives, and divine envoys. Each had their opinions—some were impressed by Danial’s feat, others terrified, and a few simply wanted the tournament to continue. Finally, after an hour of arguments and paperwork thicker than spiritual energy scrolls, Elysia made the announcement. “The tournament will continue,” she declared, her calm v
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World Did I just see the God of War abduct my friend?
The air was still heavy with divine pressure. The golden light that had healed Danial moments ago was gone, yet its afterglow lingered faintly in the air, dancing across the cracked arena floor like dying embers of divinity.Danial stood there — battered, shirt torn, his breathing uneven. Every inch of his body ached, yet an unfamiliar surge of vitality pulsed through his veins. The residual crackle of lightning occasionally flashed across his skin, small arcs of blue and silver tracing along his forearms before vanishing.Danial’s body still trembled slightly, the remnants of lightning flickering faintly under his skin like glowing veins. His mind replayed the chaos within his consciousness — the transfer into that mysterious domain, the meeting with the Goddess of Astrape, and the terrifying, almost divine sensation of power being forced into his body.It all came rushing back like a flood.“The goddess… Astrape…” he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse.He remembered her radiant
Cultivation with a System in the Modern World We Will Meet Again
Danial’s consciousness drifted between darkness and light. He didn’t know if he was alive or dead — only that everything hurt.When he finally opened his eyes, pain consumed him. It wasn’t the kind that could be localised — it was everywhere. His body screamed in agony; his bones ached as if crushed under mountains, and every breath sent fire through his chest. His organs pulsed in torment, his skin burned and peeled in places, and yet… he was alive. Barely. He felt his heartbeat echo weakly through his ribcage, each pulse of life a struggle against the inevitable.Blurred figures surrounded him, moving frantically. Voices echoed faintly in his ears, indistinct, as if underwater.“Keep the flow steady!” “He’s losing too much blood!”The blur in front of him sharpened into shapes. He was lying on a glowing array circle surrounded by healers. Gloria was kneeling over him, her hands pressed firmly against his chest as streams of emerald light flowed into him. Her face was pale, her brea
