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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."
The first blow had sent him skidding across the scorched earth. The second had thrown him into the air. By the fifth, Danial had lost count of how many times Balthazar's lightning had found him — had claimed him — despite every desperate dodge, every instinctive twist of his body away from the crackling white-hot discharge. But the sixth strike did not merely find him. It consumed him.He hit the ground hard, arms splayed, the air driven from his lungs. His clothes were burned through in jagged patches, the edges still smouldering, and the skin beneath hummed with a deep, resonant ache that reached all the way to his bones. For a long moment, he simply lay there.Then his eyes opened — and they shone.It was subtle at first, like candlelight behind frosted glass. But it grew, a faint luminescence deep within his irises, flickering with the same rhythm as the charged air still crackling around him. Danial blinked once. Then,he pushed himself to his feet.Balthazar watched without a word
Danial stood stunned for a brief moment before looking toward Master Balthazar, who remained standing several meters away in a perfectly relaxed stance. One of his hands was raised casually before him, his palm facing inward, as though nothing in the world could disturb his composure. His expression remained unreadable, yet there was a faint curiosity hidden within his eyes."Show me what you received," Balthazar said calmly. "The power to control lightning."Danial swallowed hard and took a slow breath to steady himself. Raising both hands before his chest, he left only a narrow gap between his palms before circulating his internal energy. The familiar warmth flowing through his meridians gradually changed, becoming sharper and more violent as he reached for the foreign power Astrape had bestowed upon him.Tiny blue arcs immediately danced across his forearms.They crackled loudly as they crawled over his skin like living serpents before converging between his palms. Danial slowly vi
The three masters were shocked beyond words. None of them had expected Danial’s fate to intertwine so quickly with a demigod, and the revelation hit them with the force of a hammer. Balthazar looked stunned to the core, Yamato rose to his feet and stared at Danial in a mixture of disbelief and jealousy, and even Abhaya’s eyes widened slightly, his usually composed expression finally cracking. Danial scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward laugh.“Yeah… that happened. And I gained the power to control lightning.”Balthazar sank back into his chair and rubbed his temples. “Well, this took a turn for the worse.”Yamato’s gaze remained fixed on Danial as he replied in a low, tight voice, “I didn’t expect the demigods to intervene this early. The prophecy is unfolding faster than expected.”Abhaya nodded once, his prayer beads resting against his palm. “Amitabha. We have to prepare the boy for the cataclysm.”Danial blinked at them, confused and increasingly uneasy. “Prophecy? C
The explosion did not remain confined to the Sedgegan Mountains.It rippled outward—through the skies, through ley lines, through the invisible currents that only divine beings could sense. Across Somerland, every God of War felt it at the same instant. It was not merely power; it carried intent, conflict, and something disturbingly unfamiliar.Within war temples and divine sanctums, armoured figures paused mid-motion. Blades stopped inches from targets. Conversations died as divine senses flared open instinctively, all turning toward the same distant direction. Expressions hardened. A presence had clashed—one powerful enough to shake the foundations of the world.At the Tournament of Sovereign Might, the disturbance arrived like a silent hammer.Elysia Fang stood at the center of the arena as she prepared to announce the final results. Her authority alone was enough to silence tens of thousands. But before she could speak, the air itself trembled. The ground vibrated faintly beneath
The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.”He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods whose very grip carried the strength of storms. The pommel bore a pair of etched wings, glowing faintly.His sister giggled—no, laughed—her childlike innocence shattering into something wicked and cruel. “Hahaha! Mortal, now you’ll die a gruesome death. Not even your god can save you.”Quintan didn’
Grandmaster Quintan’s expression tightened the moment the word “Angels” left the brother’s mouth. His heavy eyebrows furrowed, shadows gathering beneath his eyes as memories he wished he could forget resurfaced. Abraham’s divination flashed in his mind—the vision conducted near this very Stargate, a vision of obliterated landscapes, cities swallowed by celestial flames, and the sky torn apart by divine wrath. The same term had been whispered then.Angels.Quintan’s jaw flexed.This shouldn’t be possible. The Stargate showed signs of awakening, yes… but dimensional traversal? Manifestation into the mortal plane? It was never supposed to happen. How—how did these two cross over? What laws were broken? What forces were involved?His mind raced, but his voice remained steady and cold.“What are your names, and why are you here?”The brother chuckled, a smug, slow curl of his lips. He tilted his head with an almost artistic arrogance, as if speaking to a creature beneath notice.“Our names






