I Hate Systems

"How did you achieve this...I see," Compass Carburettor fragment nodded in understanding, "You've influenced their minds."

"Yes, I've been nurturing the minds of every single individual to make it suited to reach the peak and gain the qualifications to attain Extreme Providence." Hazen nodded, "I've also been adjusting the cause and effect of their respective actions."

In the entire Cultivation World, Balmer was the first to attain Extreme Providence. If Compass Carburettor, Rhizen, and all the Systems part of the Luck Genre hadn't rampaged around the Cultivation World, the generated variables wouldn't have been enough to birth Extreme Providence.

It was such a high-level power aspect, for attaining that turned a Cultivator into a Martial Spirit that everyone part of their bloodline could awaken to in the future. This was an action worthy of being a Protagonist, for it was unprecedented until then.

Therefore, it could be guessed as to how much fate and luck such an entity would have amassed. Having been the Main Character in the past, possessing power in the domains of mind, cultivation, and cause and effect, Hazen could replicate that.

And once he focused desperately, he was able to raise cultivators that had attained Extreme Providence in large numbers. That instantly shifted the status quo of the Cultivation world as everyone rushed to attain the same, eventually birthing more and more of the same.

Moreover, even though Extreme Providence became common in the end, that didn't diminish its value. After all, attaining it was still a protagonist trait. As a result, the Cultivation World's foundation deepened to unimaginable levels.

Usually, in cultivation, there were two modes to attain a breakthrough. First was through the culmination of resources, the standard way of cultivation.

But the second way was through inspiration. Usually, during a crisis, a protagonist would experience enlightenment that would allow their cultivation to soar and reach a higher state of being. Through his prowess of the mind, Hazen exploited that.

It was why, despite lacking the foundation to birth so many Extreme Providence Stage Cultivators, the Cultivation World had them in such frightening numbers.

"You're still not done?" Compass Carburettor fragment was surprised.

"Yeah," Hazen nodded, "There are still a few Martial Spirits left. Once even they fuse with a cultivator through Extreme Providence, my preparations would be complete."

...

A Compass Carburettor fragment arrived in the void above Faith Grounds as he communicated with the Lore and Tell-Tale. Immediately, the timeline of Faith Grounds was inversed.

Originally, thanks to Zaira's scheme, time flowed within the Faith Grounds at a rate seventy times slower than the multiverse.

At that time, Lore and Tell-Tale couldn't overcome that as Zaira was fully aware of Tell-Tale's power. But now that they had fused and were wholly under Compass Carburettor's control, he could actively modify them as he saw fit.

He didn't wish to do anything that would mess up the timeline. Instead, his actions caused all the power behind Zaira's efforts to be expended instead as the timeline of Faith Grounds accelerated.

From seventy times to the multiverse, it slowed down until eventually being on par, flowing at the same rate.

But immediately after that, the speed of time within Faith Grounds picked up, "Good!"

"This should last for a few years. That'll be more than enough."

...

"Ahjar! Where the heck are you?" A middle-aged woman shouted in a fluster as it was evening time. She roamed around a village, tense, looking around as the rest of the villagers retreated into their homes.

"Whaccha, it's getting late. You should return to your home right now." An old man, the Village Head peered through the window of his house and shouted in anger, "If you are out, that monster will be lured to our village. Don't pull the rest of us down just because of one person."

"That one person is my son!" The middle-aged lady, Whaccha glared in anger, "Show some empathy."

"My empathy is directed at the village. Your actions will compromise the safety of everyone here. You get it, everyone!" The Village Head shouted as spittle sprayed out. His cheeks were red from anger while veins popped all over his neck from hypertension.

Tssch!

A sizzling sound resounded suddenly, plunging the village into silence. The Village Head reflexively closed the window and huddled within his home, motioning for his family to remain silent.

Even Whaccha turned still like a statue, slowly craning her head in the direction of the sound, staring at a trembling bush. She was terrified, wondering if the terrifying monster was lured to their village.

Thump! Thump!

It felt like the longer she stayed there, the more she was losing her lifespan. For a moment, she blanked out before soon, her legs were carrying her as she bolted to her house. Google search ƒr𝒆𝑒𝔀e𝒃𝚗𝒐𝘃𝐞𝑙. c𝗼m

'N-No! This can't be happening! Ahjar, where the heck did you run away to?' She trembled in fear, praying for the safety of her son.

Creak!

Her door slowly parted open, terrifying her, almost causing her to faint, resigning from life. But a moment later, she was stunned, seeing a human hand clutch the door instead of the monstrous entity she had feared.

"Mom, are you here?" A boy barely fifteen years old peeked in and stared at Whaccha, smiling gently.

"You..." Whaccha instinctively pulled him into the house and shut the door hurriedly, glaring at him in rage as she whispered, "Where in the damnable place did you go?"

"Relax, mom. I just went to gather some herbs." The teenager, Ahjar lifted a bag filled to the brim with leaves.

"Damned idiot! Did you have to go out at this time?" Whaccha felt the urge to beat him into a pulp, which she did but controlled herself after some bashing, "Just rest. We'll talk in the morning once it's safe out there.

"Fine," Rubbing his bruises, Ahjar slept on a straw mat, closing his eyes. His mother slept nearby, falling asleep immediately. It was apparent that she was exhausted from stress and taut nerves.

'There's no monster here.' Ahjar sighed as he stared at his hand, condensing a crystalline fragment full of mysterious inscriptions, 'I took care of it.'

He clenched the crystal, watching it fuse with his body as he focused, 'Good, I mined some valuable data this time.'

His vision morphed as he observed Lore and Tell-Tale furiously searching the clobbered corpse of the monster feared by the villagers, wondering where its data had gone. Of course, they seemed unable to trace it to the teenager, Ahjar.

'Just you wait, Zaira. It won't be long before I repay you all my frustrations.'