C1 – Super Reading System Is Too Amazing!!!
Under a star-studded night sky, nestled within the luxurious confines of Jinxiu Residence in N City, Pei Yu lounged in a chair, his mind incessantly buzzed with system notifications that left him utterly baffled.
“What in the world is this? An illusion? And why won’t it stop already?” Pei Yu grumbled to himself, only to be interrupted by that same vexing voice echoing in his head once more.
“The Super God Reading System is activating.”
“Why do you keep yammering on in my head?” Pei Yu, thoroughly irritated, grabbed a bottle and smashed it against his own skull.
In his ruthless moments, he didn’t hesitate to strike himself!
As the bottle shattered against Pei Yu’s head, the persistent voice in his mind shifted.
“Super God Reading System is activating...”
“Super God Reading System has been activated.”
With the system’s announcement, a wave of relief washed over Pei Yu, leaving him in a state of blissful comfort.
“Did it actually work?” He could scarcely believe it. His method—fighting pain with pain—had triumphantly vanquished his discomfort.
“System, what functions do you possess? Spill it,” Pei Yu demanded, eager for answers.
After a thorough interrogation, Pei Yu gained a rudimentary grasp of the system’s capabilities. The Super God Reading System promised to empower its host through the act of reading novels, granting them access to 100% of the items contained within the stories—cultivation techniques, martial skills, and weapons included.
Pei Yu’s enthusiasm was piqued. Upon accessing the system, he was greeted by a plethora of familiar titles:
[Peerless Martial Spirit] (Platinum)
[Legend of the Doro] (Platinum)
[God’s Tomb] (Platinum)
The array of novels unfolded before him, many of which he had devoured with fervor in his past life. Without hesitation, Pei Yu selected [Legend of the Doro] and prepared to delve in.
“Host, your cultivation level is insufficient to access platinum-level novels.”
“Does it hinge on my cultivation level?”
“Affirmative. Based on the current state of your cultivation, you are restricted to ordinary novels.”The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
The system’s dispassionate electronic tone delivered the news, dousing Pei Yu’s excitement in a cold splash of reality. He scrutinized the guidelines more closely and discovered the novels were categorized by tiers: Ordinary, High-Quality, Platinum, and beyond.
If Pei Yu’s cultivation level wasn’t sufficient, he wouldn’t be able to access the high-tier novels.
At present, he was limited to perusing only the ordinary novels.
In a flash, he was brimming with vitality, and his spirits soared.
Now, as he revisited “Hundred Refined To Be A God,” comprehension dawned on him instantly.
It felt like a college student flipping through a kindergarten picture book!
A long-lost smile spread across Pei Yu’s face, and a glint of tears shone in his eyes.
Previously, Pei Yu was a First Grade Martial Cultivator, barely scraping by at the entry level of combat value. Fortunately, he managed to eke out a living in this perilous society.
But since his reluctant marriage into the Ke family, his talent had plateaued, and his cultivation had ground to a halt. No matter how hard he trained, he couldn’t break through.
The Ke family’s disdain for Pei Yu grew, especially since he hadn’t advanced in three years. His in-laws openly ridiculed him, outright calling him a good-for-nothing.
Even his wife, Ke Lianxi, turned icy. In the household, Pei Yu’s standing was less than that of a dog.
Recently, Pei Yu had a dispute with a wealthy student at the Martial Arts University where he taught. The student struck him with a brick, and he was carried home.
This time, the Ke family didn’t bother to seek medical treatment for Pei Yu. Worse yet, his mother-in-law instructed Ke Lianxi to kick him out, and they even cut off the medical funds for Pei Yu’s sister.
Reflecting on this, Pei Yu could only offer a bitter smile. His own incompetence had led to his downfall.
He swallowed the indignities.
With these thoughts, Pei Yu dove into the novel with voracious interest, utterly captivated.
His talent had once been abysmal, his progress in the Martial Tao painfully slow. For three years, his advancement was minimal, and he had been labeled worthless.
But now, with his talent magnified a hundredfold, cultivation came effortlessly.
Pei Yu was completely unaware of time slipping by.
Sitting in meditation, Pei Yu was shrouded in a swirling white mist, resembling an enormous cocoon.
With calm focus, he began his cultivation at the First Layer.
The First Layer was mastered with ease, and he promptly moved on to the Second Layer.
As soon as he tapped into the Second Layer, Pei Yu had another breakthrough.
Throughout the morning, he had fully absorbed the Nine Layers of Qi Refinement from “Hundred Refined To Be A God.” At that moment, he sensed his strength skyrocketing, as if his entire being was brimming with power.
“With a combat value of five hundred, I can ascend to a First Grade Junior Martial Cultivator. But why does it feel like my strength has multiplied?” he wondered.
Gripping his fists, Pei Yu felt a torrent of boundless power ready to burst forth.
Skeptical of this sudden surge, he resolved to step outside and put his combat value to the test.