Back to the Cultivation World (4)
"We all have our own reasons to be here, don't we?" I stated.
We all nodded.
For Allen Caliber, who used to live the life of a farmer and came from a family of farmers, being able to do cultivation was like a dream come true.
Farmers in the world of cultivation, mortal in front of cultivators, were nothing but mere pests. For the cultivators, all the mortals, be they peasant farmers, emperors, or merchants, were just pests in front of their eyes.
Cultivators transcended the limitations placed on mortals and retained immortality through their cultivation, and everybody sought a part of this.
Allen Caliber got selected into a heavenly titled sect—not a grade one, two, or less, but a heavenly titled sect.
What did that mean?
Simply put, he had the talent and innate potential to be a cultivator in a heavenly titled sect.
'Impressive fellow!'
As soon as Allen Caliber found out that he had the talent to become a cultivator, and even at that, being a cultivator in such a big sect, he didn't back down and pursued his dreams.
He wanted his family to live a happy life. Not live the life of a farmer anymore. However, even if he got into such a big sect, that didn't mean his problems were over. It didn't mean that he was able to cultivate freely, and being in a heavenly-ranked sect would allow his family to live a carefree life.
No!
Not that easy!
For that, he had to persevere and work even harder because just knowing that you could cultivate was merely the tip of the iceberg in the vast expanse of cultivation.
Life in the cultivation world for individuals like Allen Caliber, lacking any influential background, was marked by distinct challenges.
Hell Mode!
Their cultivation journey was in hell mode, the hardest difficulty. It was solely dependent on their potential and how big golden thigh could they grab to secure a powerful affiliation or seize opportunities presented by favourable circumstances.
"Yeah, we do!" Carl spoke in a serious tone. Everyone nodded.
I observed Carl closely. I didn't know why, but this guy smelled of future troubles. It was an instance, but a flicker of emotion raised within his eyes.
His facial features tightened, and a mask of composure that a kid of his age could hide seemed almost to break out, unveiling the turmoil of twisted emotions beneath the surface.
'Quite sharp.'
Yet, in that instant, whether it was his reaction or another factor, my mind merely perceived a straightforward piece of information that I had contemplated from an Earthly standpoint.
'The hell.'
On Earth, a particular subset of people, such as MMA fighters, wrestlers, and street fighters, primarily occupy the realm of combat.
These people actively choose to participate in these types of conflict, frequently out of self-interest, passion, or the desire to succeed in their careers.
Contrastingly, the dynamics of combat take on a completely different complexion in the world of cultivation.
In this instance, the idea of combat is not restricted to a small number of enthusiasts who voluntarily participate. Instead, struggle and power are essential and unavoidable aspects of life.
The pursuit of the path to power is a matter of necessity in the world of cultivation rather than personal preference. The act of cultivating is more than just a personal preference; it is ingrained in society as a way of thinking.
Potential-filled people are compelled to follow this path because it is intricately linked to survival, prosperity, and the capacity to defend one's most prized possessions.
It was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, whatever the means.
And so, in the world of cultivation, cultivation was the key to one's change of fate, and if they couldn't make it to the top of the cultivation world but were just able to cultivate, individuals here could attach themselves to a powerful entity that would give them a background, and those powerful entities could be sects, cultivation clans, etc.
It was only my second day in the cultivation world, but all the things that had happened in this short amount of time led me to this understanding.
Being strong meant you could make decisions for yourself and protect what you held dear, but if you were weak, then you were at the mercy of the strong.
Finally, having gained this understanding and realising the potential dangers this could cause, I made up my mind.
I looked at everyone and spoke.
"Guys," I said, "do you trust me? Do you trust my decision?"
"Wtf."
"Hell nah, man."
"But we'll listen." They all looked as if they had just raised their guard, because then you have Crazy Allen Caliber's decisions and ideas. They all had wariness in their eyes.
I sighed and shook my head.
'What a cruel world it is.'
"Kell, give me your hands," I said to Kell.
"Okay, I... I can do that," Kell replied warily, though there was denial in his eyes.
Not minding that, I held Kell's hand. They were rough and tough, evidence of his hard work.
It was time!
It's time for the most broken ability of the system to shine!
'Friend servant!' I spoke in my mind.
*Friend servant function activating. *
I heard a mechanical voice in my head.
And in the next instance, a prompt appeared in my head.
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Name: Kell Dreier
Cultivation: Mortal Body Refinement Stage 1
Servant Category: Friend
Loyalty: 99.99%
*The soul and spirit required from Kell Dreier to make him the host's friend-servant are only 0.01%. Would the host like to proceed? *
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Flabbergasted!
I was surprised to see this. The friend servant function worked only on the individuals who were my friends, and the soul and spirit I needed from them were a percentage of their loyalty that they lacked towards me to make them 100% loyal, and Kell was fully, almost fully, loyal to Allen Caliber.
The respect for Kell in my eyes grew even more.
Carl and Virat were looking at me and Kell with curiosity in their eyes because, from the moment I used the friend servant function, Kell had kept his eyes closed, or rather, he couldn't open them and was in a state of trance.
At the prompt and without even thinking much, I mentally replied, "Yes."
Ting!
A sound went off in my head, and just after that, as if my inner self were being nourished. It was a tingling sensation, and it continued in my body for a few seconds, after which I opened my eyes.
Kell, on the other hand, still had his eyes closed.
Ting!
*Kell Dreier has become the host's first friend servant. The host can check all the related information on the interface. *
I heard this and understood that the process was complete. Not waiting for Kell to open his eyes, I looked at Carl.
"Give me your hands too," I demanded.
"Why me now?" Carl spoke, raising his eyebrows.
However, seeing my earnest-vicious gaze, he subconsciously extended his hands.
And again, the System Prompt appeared in my mind.
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Name: Carl Arntson
Cultivation: Mortal Body Refinement Stage 1
Servant Category: Friend
Loyalty: 96.00%
*The soul and spirit required from Carl Arntson to make him the host's friend-servant are only 4.00%. Would the host like to proceed? *
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The process repeated, and the same tingling sensation enveloped me. Carl, too, surrendered himself to the trance-like state as the transition occurred.
*Carl Arnston has become the host's second friend servant. The host can access all related information through the interface.*
Turning my attention to Virat, I extended the request for his hand, and the friend-servant function was once again set into motion:
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Name: Virat Singh
Cultivation: Mortal Body Refinement Stage 1
Servant Category: Friend
Loyalty: 92.10%
*The soul and spirit required from Virat Singh to make him the host's friend-servant are only 7.90%. Would the host like to proceed? *
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And once more, the familiar process unfolded.
*Virat Singh has become the host's third friend servant. The host can access all related information through the interface. *