Laizer believed in the system and began the procedure. He broke the core, and in that instant, he realized he could do it with just his imagination. As he thought, the energy shifted shape. Slowly, he broke it down further and further until he could clearly differentiate the energy like tiny particles.
Now, all he had to do was gather those pure particles and inject them into Nizaan's body. He did so, and after some time, Nizaan's body reacted. His eyes slowly opened, and the first thing he saw was Laizer's pretty face. Laizer was smiling at him, looking down as if he were staring at a cute puppy.
Seeing that, Nizaan thought he was dead and in heaven, facing a beautiful maiden.
"Haaa! Finally, I'm dead. Now I can rest in heaven with this beauty!" Nizaan said, closing his eyes again with a smile.
"Hey, beauty, why are you sitting on a chair? Come, come! Come here and keep this warrior company on his bed," Nizaan added with full confidence, convinced it would happen. His face radiated happiness and pleasure.
Laizer's smile disappeared instantly. His brow furrowed, veins appearing on his forehead as he clenched his fists tightly.
"Oh, heaven… why did the beauty's face suddenly disappear? Don't tell me my vision got weak after dying! But that can't be—I'm in heaven now!" Nizaan muttered, puzzled, still lying in bed.
"Heaven, my ass! You fuckin' pervert!" Laizer shouted in fury. He stood up in a hurry and grabbed his chair, which he was sitting on earlier, and smashed it on Nizaan's stomach.
Ding:HAHAHAHAHA!Ding:Heaven? Hahaha!Ding:Beauty? Hahaha!Ding:Master, I think you're his type!
"You pervert bastard! Can't you see clearly that I'm a man? Or are you fuckin' gay?!" Laizer roared, smashing the chair down on Nizaan's stomach again and again.
"AAAAHHHHH! Hell! This is hell! Why did the beauty suddenly turn into a demon?!" Nizaan screamed, trapped in his own heaven-hell delusion.
Ding:HAHAHAHAHA!Ding:Now hell? Demon? HAHAHA!Ding:Why is this novel turning into a comedy? HAHAHA!
After more than ten hits, the chair broke apart, but Laizer was still pissed.
"I made a mistake saving you. I should've left you there in the jungle to die!" Laizer said, face twitching with rage, fists clenched. "Hey system, tell me the most brutal way to kill someone—I'll end this pervert's life today!"
"Huh? Save me? Jungle?" Nizaan muttered, his mind catching on familiar words. He looked down at his body, realizing his injuries were mostly gone.
"Wait… I'm not dead? You saved me?" he asked, shocked.
"Yeah! That was my mistake. But now, I'll correct it by killing you slowly—with a thousand different moves!" Laizer snarled, face red with fury.
Ding:Master, you don't even know a thousand moves!
"Hy—hy—hy, wait! Wait! Wait! Let me think clearly. I'm not dead, but alive. And you saved me and brought me here, right?" Nizaan asked in a rush.
"Yeah. That was my mistake. Now I'm fixing it."
"Wait, wait! Let's talk, big brother! I… I was just joking, okay? It was a joke! Ha… ha… ha…" Nizaan forced a laugh, his face pale and trembling with fear.
Tsch! "Why is this bastard so scary? And why the hell is he so beautiful?"I ain't never seen a guy like this..." Nizaan thought. First, I gotta figure out how to escape. However I'm still hurt and can't depend on martial arts, at the moment.Wait… injured? Am I? I can move, even fight. But how? I clearly remember I was on death's door. Did this boy cure me?
Nizaan's expression hardened as he stared seriously at Laizer, trying to understand the situation.
"Hey! Do you truly want to pass away? Before I put an end to you, I'll dig into your eyes and poke them out so long as you keep staring at me. Laizer said coldly.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I was not in my senses. But tell me, which master cured me? And… where am I right now?" Nizaan asked, scanning his surroundings.
"This master! This master healed you," Laizer said proudly, pointing his thumb at himself.
"Haha… hey brother, don't joke! Please, tell me where your master or elder is, so I can thank him and leave. I have important business." Nizaan forced a polite smile, his tone humble.
But Laizer stood there in ... no moment, glaring at him like he is a prey for him .
"Huh? What does he want? Why won't he reply? And why is his glare so damn annoying, like he could tear me apart at any second?" Nizaan thought.
"So you're saying you healed me?"
"Yes."
"So you're the one who performed this high realm art on me?"
"Yes! You got a problem with it? Or do you want those injuries back?" Laizer shot back.
Nizaan's gaze darkened, his killing intent erupting as he stepped closer. "Hey brat! i dont know what you're talking about at all. You are either too stupid to realize who I am—and waht I can do i can even kill you any time—or you just want to die. One way or another way , I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore . Step aside before I tear you apart."
But Laizer remained silent. He didn't move an inch from his place, his face was totally expressionless.
"This bastard… he's insane. I can't even sense the basics of martial arts from him, yet he dares to stand before me under my killing intent? Wait… my killing intent—how is he fine? Even martial artists flinch under this. Who the hell is he?" Nizaan thought.
But before he could process further, his body suddenly lifted.
"Huh? Why am I in the air? Why is my stomach hurting like a mountain just hit me? And why is that brat getting farther and farther away… wait, no, I'm the one—"
SMAAAASH!
Nizaan's body crashed through the sect's twenty-meter-wide wall, made of the strongest stone in the world. He had already smashed through one wall from the room before this, and now lay in ruins, his ribs broken.
Blood dripped from his mouth as he coughed. "Cough… cough… blood?Who was the last bastard who ever made me bleed?" Slowly he brought his head to the front.
"What the hell is going on? When will this nightmare end…?" Nizaan thought as his consciousness faded again.
Before Nizaan could understand the situation, he smashed into the sect's twenty-meter-wide wall, made of the strongest stones in the world. After hitting the first room wall, he crashed into the second; his ribs broke, and the wall shattered into pieces. He was shocked — and "shocked" was not enough. He could not believe this was happening; it was the first time in his life he had ever been in such a situation.
Cough… cough… "Ah — blood? I'm spitting blood? Who was the bastard who last made me bleed?" He slowly lifted his head and turned it toward Laizer's face. Laizer was still standing in the same spot; he hadn't moved an inch, while Nizaan lay in ruins.
"What the hell is going on? When will this dream end? It hurts really bad!" Nizaan thought, still convinced he was dreaming.
Nizaan went unconscious again after being hit by Laizer. Two hours late, he opened his eyes and found himself on the same bed — and once again Laizer was looking at him with the same smile.
"Ahhh! So this dream is starting again: first I see beauty, then he turns into a bastard demon, then I mysteriously get hit and my ribs break!" Nizaan thought, convinced he was trapped in an endless dream cycle.
"Wait! Ribs? Huh? My ribs are still broken!" Nizaan sat up quickly, shocked, and confirmed it with his hands. His ribs were broken. He turned his head and looked at the sect wall and the room wall — both were badly broken. One thing was clear now: this was real, not a dream. He turned his head to Laizer.
"Ha… ha… haha… brother… c-can we talk?" Nizaan said in the most humble, soft tone, his smile fractured.
"Bastard — if you had acted like last time even once, I would have killed you on the spot without a second thought!" Laizer snapped.
"Ha… ha… ha, brother, how could I do that? Please don't be angry — let's talk!" Nizaan pleaded.
Who is this bastard? Why did ifeel like i am in the presence of someone high and mighty?
when there is only this brat before him?
Nizaan still couldn't believe Laizer was a master, since Laizer hadn't trained in martial arts cycles because he inherited powers from the system.
"Now you're talking. First, join my sect! From today on, you are a disciple of my Nameless Sect!" Laizer declared.
"Huh?" Nizaan was surprised, surprise layering over surprise. He still couldn't fully grasp what had happened .
how i had he been healed? he was still in doubt.
Now Laizer asked him to join a sect he had never heard of, this brat would be my master? if i accepted. nizaan feel disrepect.
"Laizer sighed."
Ding:Master, I think you have to first make him believe you have power. Those who have real power in this world are heard and listened to by others.
"But couldn't he tell I'm powerful? He's not a novice, right?" Laizer wonder.
Ding:Yes, absolutely — he is not a novice. But the problem is you didn't train to gain these powers; you inherited them. He naturally can't sense them. Those powers are not present in your body or dantian; they are connected with your soul through the system. You just access them whenever you need.
"Oooohh! So this is the case!" Laizer finally understood.
What? Has he gone crazy? Who is he talking to now?
Nizaan thought, convinced , Laizer was talking to himself.
"Hey, listen to me now. I understand the situation!" Laizer said to Nizaan.
I am the one who needs to understand the situation, Nizaan thought.
"First, you can't sense my powers, right? " Laizerstep toward nizaan.
"So? Now will you make me believe you're powerful? I'm not that dumb!" Nizaan reply in unnatural tone.
"First, let's heal you again before your eyes," Laizer announced.
"Haa!" Nizaan sighed to himself. So he's a lunatic — and here I was thinking he did weird things. He lifted his head to speak to Laizer.
"Hey… you!" The moment he lifted his head, he could clearly see Laizer was manipulating energy with one hand like a child playing with slime.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaat???" I couldn't believe on my eys.
shock on his face, and asked Laizer, "Wh… what are you doing? How are you doing this?"
Nizaan asked with a fearful, sweaty face.
"Hehe! Now you're making the face I wanted to see. Believe it or not, it's real — and the shocking part is still left to happen." Laizer smirked, then began injecting energy into Nizaan's dantian. Nizaan couldn't help but watch the miracle unfold.
"H… how… is this possible? He's not a martial artist! He's not a master, and yet he is controlling energy !and it's not just normal control.
It's peak mastery, no, even above that. No matter how well you master it, when you inject energy into someone's body, they feel unimaginable pain;
Most people can't handle it and die. I'm not even feeling anything, yet I've just received almost a year's worth of Qi into my body! What is going on? This can't be a dream — not even a dream can be this absurd!" Nizaan thoughts, overwhelmed.
Nizaan got healed completely this time: his ribs were as good as new, and previous injuries were also gone. He was too confused to control his emotions and asked Laizer curiousty was overwhelming him.,
"Hey! Bastard — who are you? How did you do it?"nizaan fac got twisted he was too much irritated because nothing was making any sense.
" hey how did you do it?" he asked with a sweaty, and scared face, as if he just saw a dragon.
"Hehe, if you're surprised by this, you really are a country pumpkin." Laizer reply, as teasing him.
Ding:Master, please proceed with the mission. Two minutes left.
"Oh no, I will surely die in two minutes!" Laizer panicked.
"Hey Nizaan, he lean towards nizaan.
Quickly accept my proposal and join my sect — either as disciple or elder, I'm fine either way. Hurry up!" His face suddenly changed from cool, calm, and smiley to stressed.
Nizaan got angry, "Look, brat I don't know who you are and what you are talking about, but you need me right ? What makes you think that I will accept your offer? huh ? when I'm not going to get anything from this deal" Nizaan said with a serious expression and cold eyes.
Ding:50 seconds left.
Laizer's face went expressionless again.
oh, No time is passing i have to convince this bastard somehow. laizer face was sweaty and he was panicking.
I have to make Nizaan disciple or elder at any cost — or I would die. For that sake, he realized one thing about the person standing before him…