Danial sat on his bed, staring at the intricate design of his Jade ring. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle radiance over the room. His mind was filled with questions, swirling like a storm in his consciousness."Where are you, father?" he muttered softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "And what is going on with me?"He turned the ring over in his hands, feeling its smooth surface against his fingertips. It had been his father's, a cherished memento that held a connection to a past he barely understood. Danial often found himself lost in thought, wondering about the mysteries that surrounded his family and his own destiny.As he pondered, his thoughts gradually faded into the realm of sleep. His eyelids grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as he succumbed to the embrace of slumber.Outside the newfound ruins of Cyrus West, two figures stood amidst the darkness of the night. Grandmaster Quintan stood beside a woman clad in golden armor. Her
Danial stood up, his mind still filled with questions. "I have some questions I hope that you can enlighten me," he said, looking earnestly at the three Masters."Abhaya, with his serene demeanor, put his palms together and said, "We will help you, Amitabha."Danial gathered his thoughts and asked, "Do you know someone by the name of Prince Egon or Cyrus West?"The three masters exchanged puzzled glances before shaking their heads. "No, I haven't heard of anyone by those names," Balthazar admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity. "What happened, Danial?"Danial sighed deeply, recounting the events of the past few days. "There is an opening of ancient ruins, and my friends and I are expected to enter and explore them. These ruins are linked to someone named Cyrus West, and there’s talk of Prince Egon. We’re dealing with an arcane barrier that prevents anyone above the Mortal level of cultivation from entering. We are selected with other individuals whose cultivation is under the Morta
Master Eamon, Leonard, Kuro, Maria, Pavan, and Danial had agreed to meet near the academy, where a sleek, black bus stood waiting. Master Eamon was on a call, his voice low and serious, while Pavan, Maria, and Leonard were engaged in a conversation nearby. Despite the group's overall camaraderie, Maria seemed somewhat distant from Leonard, maintaining a subtle but noticeable gap between them. Kuro, meanwhile, was leaning against the bus, lost in thought.As Danial approached Kuro, he called out, "Hello, Kuro. Earth to Kuro?"Kuro snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, Danial. You finally made it."Danial scratched his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I was stuck in traffic."Kuro nodded. "Well, come on. Everyone is waiting for us."Before Kuro could move, Danial noticed the tension in his friend's expression. "You're afraid, aren't you?" he said softly.Kuro froze, a stunned look crossing his face. "Is it something related to your family?" Danial as
As I slurped on my noodles at the town's renowned noodle shop, I found myself immersed in the savory flavors, oblivious to the world around me. However, that moment of bliss was abruptly interrupted by a peculiar sound, a faint "ping." I glanced around, but everything appeared normal. Shrugging it off, I resumed my culinary indulgence. Exiting the shop, I returned home to the comforting aroma of my mother's cooking. Sophia, with her graceful demeanor, was busy preparing fried chicken as I entered the kitchen. Regretting my earlier noodle escapade, I couldn't help but think that I'd prefer her cooking over any other. "There you are; here, have some chicken," she offered warmly. I declined, much to her surprise. Her disappointment was palpable, prompting me to quickly apologize and offer a hug. "Sorry, Mom," I said earnestly. "It's okay, not your fault. I should have told you earlier," she replied, her mood lifting as I kissed her cheek before darting upstairs. "That little... when w
"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
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,
Chapter 2: Unveiling the System 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 ba
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