The morning sun climbed slowly over the towering spires of the royal palace, its golden light washing across polished marble domes and blooming skygardens. From his balcony, Ryu could see the capital city—Solhara—a sprawling patchwork of domed temples, merchant quarters, and bustling training arenas. The distant clang of blades echoed from the Military District.
It was a world built on strength.
A world where power wasn’t just respected—it was law.
And Ryu was at the center of it.
[System Update: Host Status]
Name: Ryu Arvandor
Age: 16
Title: Third Prince of the Arvandorian Empire
Cultivation Realm: None
Martial Techniques: Iron Body Breathing (Tier: Mortal High) – Lv. 2
Stats: Strength +4 | Endurance +4 | Agility +3
System Points: 0
He exhaled, letting the interface dissolve.
The Martial God System wasn’t just a cheat code—it was a blueprint. A guide. And if the world worked on tiers, he needed to understand them.
Thankfully, the royal library had answers.
Royal Library – Third Tower:
The scent of aged parchment filled the halls. Golden light filtered through stained glass, painting the polished floors in deep reds and blues. Ryu walked slowly, absorbing the echoes of the place. This part of the palace was rarely used—especially by the princes.
But he wasn’t just any prince anymore.
He moved to a section labeled:
“Martial Realms, Martial Theory and Internal Techniques – Imperial Edition”
Ryu pulled out a scroll bound in beast leather and unrolled it carefully.
Power Rankings (Cultivation Tiers):
These tiers define a person's martial level in the world of Arvandor. Each rank has 9 sub-levels (1–9), with 9 being the peak before breakthrough.
Mortal Realm – Beginner stage. Can crush rocks, but not yet supernatural.
Spirit Core Realm – Can harness internal energy (Qi) and perform basic techniques.
Earth Vein Realm – Controls energy through body meridians. Enhanced senses and speed.
Sky Pulse Realm – Breaks human limits. Can fly short distances and shatter mountains.
Heaven Ascension Realm – Wields elemental energy. Can form energy constructs (swords, shields).
Saint Realm – Semi-divine. Can influence weather, walk on air, and destroy cities.
Divine King Realm – Few reach this. Capable of commanding nations with a wave.
Void Emperor Realm – Rulers of realms. Can fight for days, tear open portals between worlds.
Martial God Realm – Mythical tier. Can rewrite reality, destroy continents, and live for millennia.
Technique Rankings (Martial Arts):
Techniques are graded by Tier and Grade. Grade goes from Low → Mid → High → Peak.
Technique Tiers:
Mortal Tier – Basic, used by soldiers and commoners.
Spirit Tier – Learned by sect disciples. Can enhance physical capabilities.
Earth Tier – Advanced. Involves elemental Qi and aura.
Heaven Tier – Rare. Only nobles and high sects possess them.
Divine Tier – Legendary techniques left behind by ancient cultivators.
Mythic Tier – World-altering. Often incomplete or hidden in ruins.
Godslayer Tier – Techniques used by Martial Gods. Reality-breaking
Example: Iron Body Breathing = Tier: Mortal | Grade: High
Effect: Strengthens muscles, increases internal Qi flow. Suitable for early physical training.
As he rolled up the scroll, Ryu heard footsteps. Light, quick—too quiet to be a guard.
He turned, hand instinctively hovering near his waist.
A girl stood at the edge of the aisle, holding a book to her chest.
She blinked at him. “Didn’t think princes came here.”
Ryu eyed her. Simple robes. Dust-stained sleeves. But her presence… calm, collected. Eyes sharp.
“You’re not a servant,” he said.
She smirked. “And you’re not just a prince, are you?”
Before Ryu could respond, her voice softened. “I’m Seris. I sort the records. You’re looking for techniques, aren’t you?”
He nodded slowly. “Something more than just breathing exercises.”
She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “There’s a sealed vault on the upper floor. Only royal blood can open it. They say it holds techniques from the Ancient Flame Dynasty—before Arvandor was founded.”
“Is that so?”
“Of course… you’d need a reason to request access. Or… steal it.”
Ryu chuckled, folding his arms. “And what would you get out of that?”
Seris shrugged. “A story worth remembering.”
Later that Night – Personal Training Grounds
The scroll Seris slipped him was old. Unmarked. Bound in red thread.
As he opened it, text glowed faintly on the page:
[You have obtained: Ember Fang Technique(Tier: Spirit Mid)]
His hands tingled.
"Breathe like a furnace. Strike like flame. Burn with the fangs of the ember wolf."
As he took his stance, the air around him pulsed with heat. His breath deepened. He jabbed forward—first strike. Flame flickered at his knuckles.
Then another. And another. Until his body was slick with sweat and fire licked at the air with each movement.
[Ember Fang Technique acquired. Level 1.]
And then a voice behind him:
“You’re hiding something, little brother.”
Ryu froze.
At the edge of the courtyard stood Kael, the First Prince. Cloaked in black and silver, his gaze sharp and unreadable.
“Since when did you train at night?” Kael asked, stepping forward.
Ryu straightened. “Since I decided I didn’t want to stay weak.”
Kael smiled—but it wasn’t kind.
“I hope you remember that when I take the throne.”
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