All Chapters of THE BLACK CULTIVATOR : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
106 chapters
REINCARNATED
The last thing Chris remembered was arguing heatedly with a danfo driver over incomplete change. “Oga, why my change no complete?!” Chris gripped the driver’s collar tightly. (“Boss, why isn’t my change complete?!”) “No be me tell you say transport na two thousand naira? Now you dey argue with me!” The driver fired back angrily, his own hand locked firmly on Chris’s trouser. (“Didn’t I tell you the fare is two thousand naira? Now you’re arguing with me!”) The Lagos sun beat down mercilessly on the chaotic scene. “This man, you sabi lie o! You talk say na one thousand five hundred…” (“This man, you know how to lie! You said it was one thousand five hundred…”) “Pum-pum-pumm!” A massive trailer suddenly lost control while reversing and slammed violently into both of them. --- Chris groaned in pain. His eyes slowly opened. *Where am I?* He pushed himself up into a sitting position. *Why everywhere fine? [Why does everywhere look so nice/good?] I been dey trailer park — bu
VOID WOLVES
THE VOID MOUNTAIN Chris stood still for a moment, breathing in the dry, scorching air of Void Mountain. The heat wrapped around him like an old, unforgiving friend. Two suns burned fiercely overhead — one crimson and one golden — turning the endless red sand into a blazing, bleeding wasteland that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the distance, jagged mountain peaks stabbed upward into the sky like broken teeth, while faint, menacing monstrous growls rolled down from the rocky heights, echoing through the barren terrain. “Naija boy don land!” he muttered to himself, dusting the red sand off Li Yan’s cheap brown outer sect robe. “Chaii, this place no be joke oh. I gats lock in.” (“Nigerian boy has landed!” … “Damn, this place is no joke. I have to lock in.”) He quickly sorted through the overwhelming flood of inherited memories. Li Yan had only been at the early stage of Qi Condensation — basically an ant in this dangerous world. Li Yan’s seniors had framed him for stealin
A NAIJA BOY'S TRIAL
Chris was still deeply asleep when the system suddenly beeped, jolting him awake. He yawned loudly and stretched his arms, feeling the stiffness in his newly strengthened body. “Omo, allow me sleep na!” He spoke softly, his eyes sliding open reluctantly. (“Please, let me sleep, damn it!”) [Morning, Host] [Daily Quest Activated] [Daily Quest 1: Hundred Push Ups, Sit Ups, And 5 Minutes Plank] [Rewards: +20 Points To All Stats, Basic Bone Refinement Scroll] [Daily Quest 2: Kill Five Qi Condensation Beasts] [Rewards: +500 System Points, 1 Advanced Skill Scroll] “This system, no be so them dey wake person up oh!” Chris murmured, still half-asleep. He sat up slowly and gave the back of his head a good, satisfying scratch. (“This system, this is not how people are supposed to be woken up oh!”) [Notice: Chris You Dey Fear?] (“Chris, are you afraid?”) “Taaa! Fear wetin?” He exclaimed, planting his feet firmly on the ground. “I go show you why I be Naija boy today.” (“Taaa
BREAKTHROUGH
The Naija youth sat cross-legged on the thick, sturdy branch of the dark-colored tree. The cold morning breeze rustled the dark leaves gently around him, carrying the fresh scent of the mountain wilderness. The two suns were just starting to climb higher in the sky, painting the horizon in vibrant fiery orange and gold hues. He rolled his shoulders slowly, feeling the new strength humming pleasantly in his muscles from yesterday’s hard-earned gains. [Morning, Host] [Daily Quest Activated] [Daily Quest 1: Five Hundred Push Ups] [Reward: +50 Points Added To Endurance Stat] [Daily Quest 2: Break Into The Foundation Building Realm] [Reward: +4 Advanced Qi Pills, +1 Heavenly Protective Talisman, +1000 System Points] “Person no fit breathe? System, you don come again with your slave rider mode, oh,” Chris muttered under his breath. He dropped from the branch like a skilled ninja and landed softly on the ground, immediately dropping into position to begin the exercises. (“Can’t
VOICE OF THE STREETS
[Host Has Successfully Broken Into The Early Stage Of Foundation Building] [All Stats Greatly Increased] [All Special Talents & Traits Have Been Upgraded And Boosted Massively] [Title Acquired: Breakthrough King (Naija Edition)] [Naija Heritage Third Skill Unlocked: Voice Of The Streets (Lv1)] [Effect: When Activated, A Powerful Sound Wave Infused With Dominating Will Can Stun Or Demoralize Enemies. Stronger Effect On Those With Weaker Dao Heart] [Daily Quest Completion 100%] [Daily Quest 2: Completed] [Rewards Distributed: +4 Advanced Pills, +1 Heavenly Protective Talisman, +1000 System Points] Chris opened his eyes slowly. They glowed with a deep, radiant golden light for a few seconds before returning to their normal state. He stood up with newfound confidence. His veins burned with potent Foundation Qi. His body felt simultaneously lighter and heavier with immense power coursing through every fiber of his being. Chris tapped the system screen in front of him. [Naija Her
WELCOME PARTY
Chris's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the battlefield. "Nineteen beasts, all at the perfect stage of Qi Condensation." A slight, confident smile tugged at his lips. [Note: Perfect Stage = Peak Of Current Realm, Breakthrough Into The Next Realm A Step Away.] "All this one na welcoming event for me, for breaking through abii?" He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the fresh surge of power coursing through his veins. (All this is a welcoming event for me after breaking through, right?) From the surrounding forest and rocky hills, monstrous roars suddenly erupted, shaking the very air. A massive horde of beasts—ferocious Iron-hide Bulls, agile Shadow Panthers, savage Grey Wolves, brutish Venom Spike Apes, lightning-fast Lightning Wolves, and countless other vicious creatures—charged toward him like a relentless tidal wave of fangs, claws, and primal fury. "Oya ohh! Make we dance!" Chris declared boldly. (Oya ohh! Let’s dance!) The Naija youth summoned his Grade 4 Katana from the
A VOW AND MEMORIES
The red sand desert shimmered with residual heat even under the cover of night. Nearby beasts and smaller animals scurried into hiding as a majestic golden caravan moved swiftly across the dunes, leaving deep imprints in the shifting sand. Massive spirit lions with flowing manes pulled luxurious carriages, while disciples clad in golden-brown robes embroidered with roaring lion emblems rode atop their own powerful spirit beasts. At the forefront, a light-skinned man with a full-grown dark beard and piercing golden eyes—Elder Sung—suddenly let out a deep sigh. "Strange... I sensed a great battle aura mixed with the fluctuations of a breakthrough earlier. Now it has completely vanished. Could someone have discovered a hidden realm within the Void Mountain?" "Master, if it's a new secret realm or any other opportunity, then it belongs to us," replied a beautiful young woman beside him. She wore the elegant robes of an inner disciple and carried a long spear with practiced confidence.
INTO THE MOUNTAIN
The ground had turned into a slick, treacherous mire as the rain poured down in relentless sheets, hammering the earth with unyielding fury. Thunder cracked across the night sky like a nuclear explosion, illuminating the stormy darkness in brilliant, jagged flashes. Elder Sung stood motionless amid the downpour, his piercing golden eyes fixed intently on the young man before him. Cold air escaped Chris's mouth in visible puffs, his breath ragged. His hands trembled slightly as the freezing rain soaked through his torn robe, seeping deep into his bones and chilling him to the core. "Boy, who are you?" Elder Sung asked calmly, his hands clasped behind his back. "You wear the robe of the Lion Clan. Are you a failed disciple who was cast out?" Chris dragged in a deep breath, wiping fresh blood from his lips with his stained sleeve. "My name na Chris. As for this robe, I made it myself. I had no idea a sect around here wore this color." (My name is Chris…) "You lie so cheaply, Chris," E
THE VOID REALM
Three days had passed inside the mysterious Void Mountain. Outside, however, barely four hours had slipped by. Chris stirred in the suffocating darkness, a low, pained groan escaping his lips. "Ahhhh! Fuck!" His eyes fluttered open, stinging from the thick dust that coated everything. "God, wetin I go do myself?" (God, what have I done to myself?) He couldn't smell anything except the thick, metallic stench of his own dried blood. Grunting with effort, he planted both palms on the cold stone floor and tried to push himself up. His arms buckled halfway. His face slammed into the ground first, followed by his chest. Spit flew from his mouth as a cloud of dust shot up his nose. "Ah-shu!" He sneezed violently, then rolled onto his back with a sharp, pained hiss. "Ohhhh! I don die!" (Ohhhh! I have died!) Lying there, he stared up at the strange, vein-like patterns glowing faintly across the tunnel ceiling. [Host Body Status: Still Healing.] [Host Has Been Unconscious For Three Da
THE FIRST TRIAL
The hall's golden flames flared brighter, casting dramatic shadows as the five powerful beasts fully materialized. A deafening "ARRRGHHH!" shook the ancient chamber, causing dust to rain down from the towering pillars like forgotten memories. Chris cracked his neck from side to side, a wild, confident grin splitting his face. "Oya na! No pain, no gain. Make una come!" he shouted, staring each beast down without fear. (Alright! No pain, no gain. Come on!) A massive black wolf with glowing red eyes and Qi-infused fur as sharp as blades stepped forward first. Beside it, a two-headed serpent hissed menacingly, corrosive venom dripping from its fangs and sizzling on the stone floor. A hulking stone golem the size of a truck slammed its boulder-sized fists together with a thunderous boom. Above them, a sleek hawk circled overhead, screeching shrilly. Finally, a lightning panther prowled gracefully, electric arcs dancing along its sleek spine. [Void Trial 1: Commence.] [Time Remaining: