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Daily Tasks, Ultimate God Level Technique
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2023-01-03 10:40:47Ping!
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."
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