"Wait a minute, you're telling me that binding the System will help me with training and cultivation?" I inquired, seeking more clarity.
"Yes, that is correct," the System affirmed, its mechanical voice unwavering. "Anyway, how did you select me out of the billions of people in the world right now?"
"Because you are 100% compatible with the System and considered a rare human throughout the Universe," it responded matter-of-factly.
"Damn, that's crazy," I exclaimed, still trying to wrap my head around the idea.
I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The concept of being chosen by a cosmic entity for some grand purpose was overwhelming. Curiosity fueled my next question: "System, how were you made? What's your origin?"
The System hesitated before responding, creating a moment of suspense. "The System was made by the Creator Of Everything, The One Who Ascended, The One Who is Above All, The One Who Created the Multiverse."
Goosebumps covered my skin. "Creator of everything, The One Above All," I repeated in awe. The weight of the responsibility hinted at by the System sank in. I felt a strange connection to the vastness of existence as if I had been thrust into a role larger than life itself.
"Why did he create you, the System?" I asked, pondering the motives behind such a creation.
"The Host Level is Insignificant; the Host will have to level up for the System to disclose its true purpose," the System replied cryptically, leaving me with more questions than answers.
As I mulled over the implications, the System brought my attention back to the pressing matter at hand: "The Host's approval is required to bind the System to the Host's Body."
Concerned about the potential pain involved in the binding process, I hesitated. "Will the binding process be painful?" I inquired, my mind racing with thoughts of the impending ordeal.
"Yes, the Host is required to have the will for the binding process to complete," the System responded candidly, leaving me contemplating the impending challenge.
"I dare not do that at my house; everyone would be either terrified or think I got possessed," I muttered to myself.
Deciding to delay the process, I informed the System, "I will not initiate the binding process today, but tomorrow I will find a secluded place and start the binding process."
"Host's suggestion is acceptable. The System will go into hibernation until the host decides the time for the binding process. System hibernating," the mechanical voice declared, signaling a temporary respite from its mysterious presence.
I breathed a sigh of relief as the System fell silent. Alone in my room, I contemplated the Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, the Creator of the Multiverse, and the enigmatic true purpose that lay ahead. The weight of these revelations kept my mind restless throughout the night.
As I wrestled with my thoughts, my mother unexpectedly opened the door. Startled, I nervously asked, "W-what are you talking about?"
Her perceptive gaze penetrated my attempts to feign innocence. "Do you like someone?" she inquired with a knowing smile.
Blushing, I stammered, "Mom, what's gotten into you? What are you talking about?"
Undeterred, she sat beside me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, tell me quickly. How did you meet? How are you doing with her now?"
Caught off guard, I found myself entangled in a web of questions. Balancing the secrecy of my newfound destiny and deflecting inquiries about a nonexistent romantic interest proved to be a challenging feat.
The morning light filtered through my bedroom window, casting a soft glow on the familiar surroundings. Yet, despite the peaceful ambiance, my mind was consumed with a relentless headache, a lingering reminder of the tumultuous events that had transpired the night before. As I gingerly rose from my bed, the weight of impending decisions bore down on me. The System binding awaited a pivotal moment that would irrevocably alter the course of my life. With determination coursing through my veins, I resolved to seek out a secluded location for the ritual—a place where I could undergo the transformation without fear of interruption. However, my strict parents posed a formidable obstacle. Aware that every move of mine was scrutinized, I concocted a plan to escape their watchful eyes. The evening unfolded, and as the night draped the world in shadows, I seized the opportunity to approach my mother with a carefully crafted ruse. Dressed impeccably and feigning urgency, I informed her, "Hey,
The room fell into an eerie silence after my daring escape from the abandoned construction site. As I caught my breath, I directed my attention back to the System interface, eager to explore the possibilities that lay within its enigmatic features."Is this everything the System offers?" I inquired, my curiosity unabated."Yes, if you want to access more System features, you will have to level up to Master rank cultivation," the System responded matter-of-factly."Master rank cultivation? Can you explain all the cultivation ranks to me?" I queried, realizing I had much to learn about the intricacies of this newfound power."The Cultivation ranks of this world are divided into 9 stages: Mortal, Master, Martial Art Master, Grandmaster, Energy Condensation, Martial Core, God Rank 1, God Rank 2, God Rank 3," the System explained.I was taken aback by the complexity of the cultivation hierarchy. "So many levels, but I thought only four levels existed based on my novel reading experience.""
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 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 year
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, "
Egbert stood up while clenching his blade, his entire body trembling. His eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto Danial as his voice cracked with confusion."How can this be? How could this ever be possible?" he muttered, his face twisted in shock. He staggered back, gripping his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "How could your basic technique be so powerful? How could your technique overpower my divine Crimson Reaper Arts? That is not possible. You must have cheated!"Egbert could not accept reality. His technique was not just some ordinary martial skill; it was crafted by Norman Ray, a war deity of immense power and wisdom. The Crimson Reaper Arts were revered as one of the strongest sword techniques, refined through generations, yet Danial’s seemingly simple Sword Drawing Technique had shattered it, breaking through his proudest ability as if it were nothing. It defied all logic. It was unacceptable.Egbert's voice echoed through the now-silent hall, but no one came
The battle hall was filled with murmurs and hushed voices as Danial and Egbert stepped onto the duel arena. The place still carried traces of previous battles, the floor marked with faint scars from past clashes, including Danial’s fight with Sara. But today, the tension in the air was different—more electric, more charged.Egbert’s arrogance was on full display as he sneered, his voice laced with mockery. “Kid, I’m taking pity on you for what’s about to happen. Maybe if you kneel and crawl, I’ll let you live.”Danial met his gaze calmly and replied, “No.”The single word was enough to darken Egbert’s face. His jaw clenched as his pride took a hit. “Danial, I’m giving you a way out. Once in the duel arena, I won’t let you off even if you kneel and beg for mercy.”Danial tilted his head slightly, unfazed. “Are we going to fight or not?”Egbert’s eyes twitched in annoyance before he shrugged as if he had already won. “Alright, I hope you remember what I said.”Both climbed onto the duel
Danial sat in the audience, watching the ongoing matches with mild interest. At first, he paid attention, analyzing the techniques used by different fighters, but after a while, he grew bored. The matches were too predictable, lacking the intensity of the battles he had been in. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, wondering when his final match would come.Crystal, who had been sitting beside him, noticed his bored expression. She smirked and leaned closer. “Danial, let’s go walk around the academy.”Danial glanced at her and considered it for a moment. Sitting here and watching these mundane fights wasn’t going to help him. He nodded. “Alright, might as well.”As they stood up and left the arena, they remained unaware of the shadow lurking in the distance, silently watching their every move.The academy grounds had transformed into a lively hub. Stalls lined the pathways, selling everything from cultivation manuals to exotic snacks. There were booths set up for visitors and student
Crystal descended into the rocky arena, her icy-blue eyes scanning the terrain. The environment was filled with jagged hills, uneven terrain, and rocky outcroppings—an arena that would test movement and adaptability. Danial leaned against the railing, watching her with a small smile, fully confident in her victory.Just as the match was about to begin, Leonard approached from behind, patting Danial’s shoulder with a smug grin."Danial, did you see my match just now? The tricks I used had him completely baffled—haha!"Danial turned to look at him, blinking. "That was your match?"Leonard’s face fell. The excitement in his eyes flickered. "Yeah… you didn’t see it?"Danial quickly realized his mistake and tried to salvage the situation. "Leonard, I didn’t know your match was happening. I’m sorry."Leonard forced a smile, waving it off. "Alright, no worries." He turned and walked away, but as he did, the forced smile gradually faded.Danial sighed, feeling a little guilty, but his attenti
As the tournament progressed, the excitement in the air reached its peak. The crowd roared in anticipation as each match brought forth new surprises, showcasing the sheer talent and determination of the academy's young warriors. Danial sat with Crystal, both observing the ongoing battles with quiet interest.Crystal turned to him and asked, "You already won two matches. This guarantees your spot in the Final Stage tomorrow. Who do you think your final opponent will be?"Danial shrugged, his expression calm. "I don't know," he replied simply.Just as he finished speaking, movement from the side caught his attention. Pavan had returned from the infirmary, his head and shoulders wrapped in fresh bandages. His steps were steady, but the slight wince as he moved revealed that his injuries hadn’t fully healed.Danial immediately got up and walked over to him, his brows furrowed in concern. "Why are you out of the infirmary? Your body needs rest."Pavan groaned, waving his hand dismissively.
Tyler staggered slightly as he stepped down from the arena, his legs trembling, his face pale. The match had been brief—too brief—but the experience had left a lasting impression on him. No, it wasn’t just the match itself; it was the gaze. That chilling, soul-crushing gaze that had locked onto him as if stripping away every ounce of his being. It was unlike anything he had ever faced before.His master approached, his eyes filled with concern as he placed a firm hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”Tyler did not answer immediately. He walked in silence, each step feeling heavier than the last. His master was about to repeat the question when Tyler finally spoke, his voice hollow.“I want to withdraw from the tournament.”The words were so unexpected that his master was momentarily stunned. Tyler was not one to give up easily. He had trained relentlessly, fought fiercely, and had dreams of proving himself. Yet now, standing before him, was not the same student who had entered thi
As Kyle Drakon stepped into the light, an almost ethereal presence seemed to radiate from him. For someone so young, he was nothing short of stunning—majestic in a way that defied mere good looks. His face, strikingly symmetrical with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, carried an air of effortless majesty. His nose was straight and refined, giving him a noble appearance, while his lips, neither too thin nor too full, were naturally set in a calm, unreadable expression. His skin was smooth, almost flawless, as if sculpted by the finest artisan, carrying a faint glow under the arena’s illumination.His jet-black hair, slightly messy yet undeniably stylish, fell in layered waves around his forehead and temples, enhancing the intensity of his features. Each step he took exuded confidence, his strides measured, unhurried—he moved like a sovereign who did not need to prove himself, yet commanded attention wherever he went.But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive.A deep crims
The air inside the arena buzzed with excitement as the next match was announced. The announcer’s voice boomed across the coliseum.“Next match! Crystal Kirk of Somerland versus Zaria Dvornik of Krolea! The battle conditions—desert environment, no elemental abilities allowed!”Danial's expression hardened. He understood the gravity of this situation. Crystal’s greatest strength lay in her ice element, and now, she was being forced to fight in the most unfavourable terrain possible. A desert battlefield? There was no moisture in the air, no chance of manipulating frost, and worst of all—sweltering heat sapping her stamina.As Crystal stepped forward, she caught Danial’s expression and smirked. “Worried about me?”Danial folded his arms. “Just assessing the conditions. This isn’t exactly in your favour.”Crystal chuckled. “It never is.” With that, she strode toward the arena entrance, her icy confidence unwavering.Danial exhaled sharply, watching as she disappeared into the tunnel leadi
Danial and Crystal lingered in the infirmary for a while longer, chatting with Pavan, who continued to grumble about his forced diet while sneaking glances at the nurses, hoping one of them would take pity on him. When it became clear that none of them were willing to defy Abby’s orders, he slumped back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.“You guys better eat well while you still can,” Pavan muttered dramatically. “I might never taste good food again.”Danial rolled his eyes while Crystal smirked. “You’re acting like you’re being sent to prison,” she said. “It’s just a diet.”Pavan sat up and pointed at her with a solemn expression. “For a man like me, a diet is worse than prison.”Crystal laughed while Danial shook his head. “Just rest, Pavan. You’ll need your strength for the next rounds.”With that, Danial and Crystal left the infirmary, walking side by side through the long corridors. The scent of antiseptics and medicine slowly faded, replaced by the crisp air of the academy halls