C5 Creation System

"Creation System? What on earth is that?"

The scene before Wang Feng shifted abruptly. Gone was the barren room; instead, he found himself in a dark expanse.

As Wang Feng's awareness sharpened, the darkness slowly gave way to light, revealing that the vast space was completely devoid of anything.

Swish!

Out of nowhere, a burst of golden light flooded the space, and a figure materialized from the void. The figure was indistinct and hard to make out, simply standing before Wang Feng, staring blankly at him.

"Hello, host. I am the System Elf of the Creation System."

The figure's voice was mechanical, devoid of any emotion.

"The Creation System? What's that?"

"In simple terms, the Creation System is a system for creation. If you fail to complete the system's mission, you will be eradicated by the system."

"Eradicated? You've got to be joking," Wang Feng coughed awkwardly, managing a strained smile.

"No, this is the reality. The system has already eradicated six hosts who failed to complete their missions before you. You are the seventh," the System Elf's voice rang out again, as cold and merciless as before.

"Well, how am I supposed to 'create' anything?"

"According to the system mission briefing, you must complete the Creation Mission, establish the Heavenly Court, and appoint 365 righteous deities to replenish the laws lacking in the First Land and uphold the Way of Heaven."

"Wait, are you serious? Create? And appoint 365 deities? Don't you know that the Way of Heaven has collapsed in the First Land, making the existence of immortal gods impossible?"

Wang Feng was visibly agitated by this revelation. The mission seemed utterly unachievable, tantamount to a death sentence in disguise.

"Please remain calm, host. The system mission takes the actual situation into account and is definitely feasible, though it does present significant challenges."

"Significant challenges? Is that what you call this? With the Way of Heaven in ruins, how can anyone ascend to godhood? This is nothing short of murder!"

"Host, please calm down. The system will certainly provide you with some assistance," the System Elf responded to Wang Feng's accusations, its voice as devoid of feeling as ever.

"Assistance? What kind of assistance? Can it make me a god directly?" Upon hearing about the prospect of help, Wang Feng's face lit up with eager anticipation.

"No, but the system will offer you some assistance."

"Great, that's practically no help at all!"

After an in-depth discussion with the System Elf, Wang Feng finally grasped the capabilities of the Creation System.

The Creation System was designed to aid Wang Feng in his endeavors. It would assist him throughout the process. Moreover, the system's database contained the cultivation techniques of all deities. Should Wang Feng encounter a Chosen of Fate and implant the technique within them, they would possess the potential to be anointed as a deity. Ultimately, the success of such an endeavor would hinge on the host's abilities.

"There's a Destiny's Roll here. Once the host establishes the Heavenly Court and etches a name onto it, the task of creation will be fulfilled."

"Pay close attention: the System Elf has granted the host a century to complete this mission! Fail to do so, and face erasure from the Destiny's Roll!"

A flash of golden light revealed a bronze board materializing behind the System Elf, inscribed with the words "Destiny's Roll."

"Destiny's Roll? Has this guy been watching too many TV shows?"

Wang Feng mumbled to himself, his eyes widening as he read the titles of the gods below.

True Lord Zhao Hui Xian! The Three Altars of the Sea! The Nine Heavens Responding to the Thunder! Heavenly Lord! Sovereign of the Violet Star! Emperor Gou Chen!

These familiar names made Wang Feng feel as if he were back on Earth, questioning if this was all just a dream.

"Don't overthink it, host. For convenience, the System has borrowed the divine titles from Earth," the System Elf explained rather awkwardly, noticing Wang Feng's confusion.

"Really? So, what kind of help does the System actually provide?" Wang Feng asked, feeling somewhat incredulous. The System seemed unreliable, but he had no choice but to go along with it – when under someone's roof, you follow their rules.

"The System can enhance your physical constitution and accelerate your cultivation progress. It also grants you one free opportunity to create good fortune."

"Can it help me embark on the path of cultivation?" Wang Feng's interest was piqued upon learning that the System could improve his physical condition and hasten his cultivation.

However, the System Elf mercilessly quashed his hopes: "No!"

"The System has detected the presence of Lesser God energy within the host's body, sealing the host's meridians. With the System's current power, it is still incapable of breaking the seal."

"If I can't break the seal, how am I supposed to cultivate?"

"That is for you to figure out, host!" The only response to Wang Feng's query was the cold, heartless voice of the System Elf.

"Damn it!" Wang Feng swore under his breath before his consciousness exited the Creation System's space.

"I had thought that with the Creation System, cultivation would be possible, but it turns out to be utterly useless. Now I've just landed myself in trouble, with my life hanging by a thread."

Wang Feng silently complained, yet he had no choice but to come to terms with his situation. He pondered deeply.

"How can there be a Lesser God energy seal within me? What in the world is going on?"

In the First Land, martial arts is held in high esteem, with everyone taking pride in their cultivation journey. As such, the ancients categorized the levels of cultivation into three stages.

The martial arts path is the ordinary path, within the realm of human strength. It is divided into nine minor realms: Warrior, Blademaster, Warlord, Sparkling, Kingbane, World Ender, King, Saint of War, and Venerable. Each minor realm is further divided into nine stars.

As the saying goes, all nine stars converge into one!

The Saint of War path is extraordinary, breaking free from the confines of the human body to surpass its limits. It is divided into three realms: Sun, Moon, and Star. Sun Saint, Moon Saint, and Star Saint are also segmented into nine stars.

The Divine Path is the path of creation, transcending the ordinary and entering the realm of the divine, endowed with the power of gods. It is split into two realms: Lesser God and True God.

Due to the collapse of the Way of Heaven, no one in the First Land has ascended to godhood in hundreds of thousands of years. Even those who have embarked on the Divine Path are exceedingly rare.

"No one in the First Land has become a god for hundreds of thousands of years, yet here I am with Lesser God energy inside me. What kind of secret does this hold?"

At this moment, Wang Feng felt overwhelmed. The continent's accepted truths were being upended within him. Moreover, who could have placed such a seal on him? And what about the presence of a Lesser God?

"What exactly happened when I was ten? It looks like Wang Qianxiong is the only one who might know!"

As Wang Feng was about to step out the door, the System Elf's mechanical voice abruptly echoed in his mind.

[Beep! The System has detected a Chosen of Fate near the host!]

"A Chosen of Fate? Who?" Wang Feng's spirits lifted at the news. Fortune was smiling upon him after all. Just when he thought all was lost, a ray of hope appeared. Unable to cultivate himself, he was now presented with a Chosen of Fate.

"Due to the host's insufficient strength, the System's capabilities are restricted, and the specific individual has yet to be identified."

"Damn, that's as good as saying nothing!" Wang Feng mentally flipped off the System Elf, thoroughly unimpressed.

"Move aside, you old coot! I want Wang Feng out here now!"

"Young Master Cheng, our young master has instructed that he is not to be disturbed. If you have any matters to discuss, please tell me, and I will relay the message to him."

A clamor from outside snapped Wang Feng's attention back to reality. As he swung the door open, he was met with a sight that filled him with rage.

"Scram! What do you think you are?"

In the courtyard, a sullen-faced youth viciously slapped Lee across his gaunt face, sending him tumbling. Lee's cheek ballooned from the impact.

Wang Feng recognized the youth before him as Wang Cheng, the son of a powerful general in the Wang family. Wang Cheng had long harbored feelings for the Wang family's eighth young lady, who, in turn, only showed fondness for Wang Feng. As a result, Wang Cheng frequently sought to make trouble for Wang Feng.

Wang Feng could endure Wang Cheng's taunts and beatings, but he could not stand by as Wang Cheng harmed someone he cared about, especially an elderly man.

In that moment, Wang Feng was seething with anger, his face flushed and his eyes ablaze with fury. He glared at Wang Cheng with an icy stare, his teeth gritted in contempt.

"You're asking for it!"

A man must stand for something and not stand for other things. If one couldn't even protect those dear to them, then they were no man at all.

Right then, Wang Feng had completely forgotten the vast gap in strength between him and Wang Cheng. The only thing on his mind was to seek justice for Lee.

"Ah!"

With a roar, Wang Feng charged forward. Despite his grand display, Wang Cheng saw him as nothing more than a buffoon.

"You fool!"

Wang Cheng snorted with disdain, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he swiftly extended his leg, delivering a harsh kick to Wang Feng's abdomen.

Thud!

Wang Feng immediately clutched his stomach, collapsing to his knees, his face ashen and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. His expression contorted in agony.

"Young Master!" Lee cried out in despair, scrambling to Wang Feng's side.

"Idiots, both of you. Beat them down together!" Wang Cheng's eyes narrowed, his gaze icy with rage at Wang Feng's audacity to strike at him.

At Wang Cheng's command, his followers sprang into action. Their fists, like heavy sandbags, pummeled Wang Feng and Lee with the relentless force of a downpour.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Punch after punch landed. Initially, Wang Feng could feel the searing pain of each blow, but soon, the sensation faded. From an outsider's perspective, it was clear that Lee had shielded Wang Feng's body with his own, absorbing every punishing strike.

"Young... Young Master, you must learn to endure. A gentleman's revenge... can wait even ten... ten years," Lee gasped out, his body draped over Wang Feng's, his voice fading before his neck lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

"Old Lee, Old Lee, are you okay?"

Wang Feng called out frantically, receiving no response but the relentless pounding of fists from outside.

"Enough, stop. We're leaving."

After a brutal beating that left Lee drenched in blood, Wang Cheng finally called a halt. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he led his men away with casual indifference.

Struggling mightily, Wang Feng managed to roll Lee off himself. At seventeen, Wang Feng's sealed meridians meant his constitution was weaker than an average person's, not to mention the earlier kick from Wang Cheng.

Turning to see Lee's bloodied form, Wang Feng's eyes brimmed with tears, and he sobbed uncontrollably, "Lee, Lee, please be okay. Wake up, please wake up!"

"Lee, please wake up. I promise to heed your advice from now on. No more rash actions; I'll be patient. Lee, please, wake up. I'm begging you!"

In the crumbling courtyard, Wang Feng's heart-wrenching sobs were the only sound, met only by the desolate whisper of the autumn wind.

Unbeknownst to him, Lee's blood had smeared onto the pendant on his chest and had vanished without a trace.