Ping!
Ping!As the familiar sound of pings echoed in my room, I jolted awake from a peaceful slumber. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System had assigned me daily tasks that promised rewards upon completion.
"100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 burpees, 10km runs," I muttered to myself, my jaw dropping at the daunting challenge laid out before me. But what caught my attention was the promise of rewards upon completion—a tantalizing incentive that sparked a fire within me.
"To help the host cultivate and upgrade levels, host is given an Ultimate God Level Technique: 'Void Devouring Arts'," the System's message continued, sending a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins.
An Ultimate God-Level Technique? My mind reeled at the possibilities, and a mischievous grin spread across my face as I envisioned the untold power at my fingertips. Excitement surged through me, manifesting in a moment of villainous laughter—albeit a poorly executed one.
After completing my physical regimen, I turned my focus to the extraction of the Void Devouring Arts technique.
"Learn the book now," the System instructed.
"Extracting book," it announced, and an immediate surge of pain engulfed me. The world around me blurred and distorted until I found myself in the vast expanse of the void, surrounded by galaxies and stars.
A message from the System greeted me: "The One who controls space is the one who controls fate and reality itself. With determination coursing through my veins, I closed my eyes and reached out to the fabric of space itself, seeking to understand its intricate laws and mysteries. Time seemed to stretch and warp around me as I delved deeper into the cosmic void, my consciousness expanding with each passing moment.
Time lost its meaning as I delved deeper into the void, absorbing the essence of countless galaxies. With each passing moment, I felt myself becoming one with the cosmos, a sensation akin to godhood.
As the galaxies merged with my being, knowledge flooded my consciousness, illuminating the fundamental laws of reality. It was a transformative experience—one that transcended mortal understanding.
Upon my return to my room, the System revealed the newly acquired proficiency: Void Devouring Arts, Basic Proficiency. As I understood, practice would elevate my mastery over this formidable technique.
Curiosity lingered, and I questioned the System about the duration of my absence.
"For 20 years," it calmly replied.
"20 years?!" I exclaimed, disbelief coloring my tone. "How did I not age, and why did the time of the year not change?"
"The void you were transported to had different laws and rules," the System explained.
"Ah, well, you should've given me a heads up next time before having me float in space for 20 years doing nothing," I retorted.
"Will do," the System responded succinctly.
Determined to harness the power of Void Devouring Arts, I pondered a suitable location for its practice. The System's assurance that any place would suffice guided my decision.
After completing the daily tasks—an hour of vigorous physical exercises—I eagerly claimed my rewards from the System. To my delight, it granted me a sage-level skill named "Dragon Abomination."
I couldn't believe my luck—another skill, another level of power bestowed upon me by the enigmatic System. Grinning with a mix of excitement and gratitude, I expressed my appreciation, "Well, thank you, System. You're great, my man." Eager to explore my newfound skill, I delved into the information regarding "Dragon Abomination." The skill revealed itself in five progressive levels, each more potent than the last. The initial stage, "Dragon Roar," caught my attention—it immobilized enemies while its damage output scaled with the user's cultivation. Yet, a lingering challenge presented itself: I could only learn subsequent levels, like "Claw of Destruction," after reaching Master level cultivation. The prospect of such growth fueled my determination, setting a clear path for my ascension. As I lay in bed, basking in the euphoria of acquiring the Dragon Abomination skill, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I answered the call to find
The mysterious man in the black robe continued to speak, his words cryptic and filled with concern. "Your affinity with the divine is amazing," he declared, his gaze penetrating through the layers of my confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, a furrow forming on my brow. "You don't need to know anything now, just cultivate and increase your strength until Grandmaster. Once they know about the Divine Entanglement, you will make a lot of enemies," the man warned with a sense of urgency. "What are you talking about, and what is Divine Entanglement?" I pressed, seeking answers. However, the black-robed man remained silent, disappearing from his spot without offering any further explanation. I scanned the surroundings, attempting to locate him, but he was gone. The encounter left me with more questions than answers, and a sense of unease lingered. Shaking off the encounter, I proceeded to the Golden Leaf hotel, where the class reunion party awaited. As I arrived
As we sat enjoying the reunion, our laughter and chatter abruptly halted as the door to our private room burst open, revealing a burly man who strode in with an air of authority. His presence cast a shadow over the room, and unease rippled through the group. "Leave the room immediately, our boss needs it right now," he barked, his voice commanding attention. Harvey, visibly irritated by the intrusion, stood up to confront the man. "What the hell do you want? I booked this room, which means it's mine. So piss off," he retorted, his tone laced with anger. The burly man's eyes swept over the group, lingering on Mia with unsettling intensity. "Oh, so you're the one who booked this room. You seem to have quite the collection with you. The girl beside you looks sexy. Lend her to the boss for a day, and he may leave you alone," he sneered, his words dripping with menace. Mia's expression shifted from shock to horror, and Harvey's anger flared, his face turning red with rage. "What the fuc
Albert's sweeping gesture silenced the room, and my friends stared wide-eyed at the unfolding situation. The sinister grin on Albert's face hinted at a deal that would reshape our lives. "Here's the deal. If I win, I'll be taking your girlfriend and his girlfriend with me for a month," Albert declared, his words hanging heavily in the room. My friends erupted in disbelief, cursing me for making such a reckless agreement. "Dude, you piece of trash! You think you have the confidence to defeat him?""Sir Albert, don't listen to him. We are not his friends.""Yeah, he's an outsider. You can do whatever you want with him." Curses and disassociations filled the air as my classmates distanced themselves from the impending disaster. Amidst the chaos, Dorothy stood by my side, expressing her unwavering belief. I sighed, acknowledging her support. "Let me change the deal. If I lose, you can do whatever you want. But if I win, you let me and Dorothy go, and you'll be under my command for a y
Me and Dorothy strolled out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Dorothy, intrigued, couldn't help but ask, "How are you so powerful?" I responded proudly, "I am built differently," relishing in the newfound strength. Suddenly, the air buzzed, and a hand descended from the heavens, landing playfully at the back of my head. I feigned terror, looking at Dorothy with mock dismay, and exclaimed, "Why!?" Dorothy burst into laughter, teasing, "Yeah, you're built like a monkey, that's why. Now, tell me the truth." Embarrassed, I confessed, "I've started going to the gym. What do you expect?" Dorothy, undeterred, remarked, "Oh... but I don't see any changes in you. You still look like your old, chubby self," pinching my cheek. My patience waned, and I seized her arm, retorting, "Oh, now you've done it," and commenced tickling her. Amidst her laughter, she pleaded, "Stop... stop," conceding defeat. I released her, and we continued chatting as we walked. Suddenly, I changed the topic, asking, "
Albert stood respectfully in front of Danial and Dorothy. Breaking the silence, Danial questioned, "Do you have one of your lapdogs, Jeff, stationed at Sterling Technological Company in the role of a supervisor?" Albert's lips quivered as he replied, "Yes, his name is Jeff. I stationed him at Sterling for information gathering purposes." Danial, indifferent yet assertive, stated, "He did something he shouldn't have, and I need you to fix it." Albert bowed and promised, "Please order, and I will fix it immediately." Glancing at Dorothy, Danial informed, "Your lapdog, Jeff, framed her father, who was in charge of a project at Sterling Technology. Now her father is facing the company's wrath because of your lapdog's fault. Tell me, how do you want to fix it?" Albert, sweating, responded, "I will immediately send that man to the police, and he will face his charges. I will personally remove the frame from her father." "Good. Do it now," Danial commanded. Albert wasted no time, immed
I sat comfortably in Albert's Ferrari 488 GTB as he skillfully maneuvered through the town's streets. After a few minutes, I calmly instructed him to pull over at a secluded area near an abandoned factory. Following my command, Albert parked the car near an abandoned factory that had been left desolate for eight years. I turned to Albert, ready to delve into a more personal conversation. "So, Albert, how long have you held the title of the underground king in the Southerland district?" I inquired. Albert, with humility, shared his life's journey. "I've been in the Southerland district my whole life. Academic pursuits weren't my forte, so after finishing high school, I joined my father's steel business. Over time, I recognized the potential in the underground market, dealing in steel initially and eventually expanding into protection fees and control over mid-level companies. That's how I carved my place as the king of the underground world." Reflecting on Albert's extensive experie
Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands." Appalled by this revelation, I pressed further. "Why haven't the students lodged complaints against such barbarity? Surely the government would intervene." With a somber expression, Albert explained, "Unfortunately, the government turns a blind eye to such matters. Their priority lies in maintaining the academy's profitability and influence. Those who dared to speak out were swiftly silenced or removed from the equation." Concerned about the danger, I hesitated. Just as doub