The night was silent.
Kevin Smith sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor of his small room, eyes closed, breath steady. Moonlight filtered through the thin window, illuminating his calm face. To anyone else, he looked like an ordinary young man beginning his cultivation journey.
But Kevin knew the truth.
He had already walked this path once—
from weakness… to godhood.
"Let's begin," he murmured.
His heart slowed. His thoughts sharpened. The world faded away.
First Meditation: Demigod Blessing
Kevin placed his hands together, fingers forming a seal long forgotten by the world.
The Five God Divine Meditations activated.
A warm presence descended upon his dantian, as if an unseen being had placed a hand upon his soul. His spiritual veins ignited, expanding violently yet perfectly, as divine energy poured in without resistance.
Crack.
His cultivation shattered through Tier 1 — Novice effortlessly.
Tier 2.
Tier 3.
His bones hummed. His muscles tightened. His blood surged with power.
With a final pulse—
Tier 4 — Dragon Martial Warrior.
Kevin exhaled slowly.
"So smooth," he said quietly.
Unlike ordinary cultivators, his technique required no pills, no resources, no external energy. The Demigod Blessing refined the body directly, rewriting its limits.
He did not stop.
Second Meditation: Dragon God's Blessings
The seal changed.
His aura shifted—heavy, ancient, domineering.
A roar echoed inside his soul.
Golden-red energy surged through his meridians like molten fire, carrying the authority of dragons. His bones hardened, veins thickened, and his heart beat like a war drum.
Tier 4 broke.
Tier 5 — Elite Martial Warrior.
The pressure intensified.
Kevin clenched his jaw as draconic power flooded his body, threatening to tear it apart. But his experience guided him, perfectly balancing intake and refinement.
Then—
Tier 6 — Grand Martial Warrior.
The dragon aura settled.
Kevin opened his eyes briefly. The room around him creaked under invisible pressure.
"Still far from enough," he said.
Third Meditation: Heaven Demigod's Blessing
This meditation was different.
Kevin's presence vanished.
Not hidden—erased.
The world no longer acknowledged him.
A silver-white light descended, calm and impartial, refining not just his body but his soul. His thoughts sharpened to perfection. His perception expanded beyond flesh.
Tier 6 dissolved.
Tier 7 — Novice Martial Master.
Tier 8 — Dragon Martial Master.
His consciousness soared. He could feel the wind outside, the insects crawling on trees miles away, even faint traces of dragon aura deep in the wild.
Kevin smiled faintly.
"Good."
Fourth Meditation: Heaven God's Blessing
The air froze.
The heavens responded.
Golden laws wrapped around Kevin like chains—then shattered as he absorbed them directly. This meditation forced the cultivator to withstand divine law, something that killed most who attempted it.
But Kevin had already mastered it in his past life.
Tier 8 broke violently.
Tier 9 — Elite Martial Master.
Tier 10 — Grand Martial Master.
His room exploded.
Wood splintered. The roof cracked. A divine pressure surged outward, flattening everything within hundreds of meters.
Kevin floated into the air, eyes glowing faint gold.
Only one step remained.
Fifth Meditation: God of Creation Blessing
The final seal.
The forbidden one.
The world went dark.
Then—
Creation itself answered.
Kevin felt something ancient acknowledge him—not as a subject, but as an equal. Power without attribute, without limit, poured into his existence.
This was not cultivation.
This was ascension.
His dantian transformed into a miniature divine core. His soul solidified, eternal and unbreakable.
With a soundless explosion—
Tier 11 — Divine Martial Master.
Kevin opened his eyes.
The sky outside trembled.
"…I'm back," he whispered.
Dragon Hunt
Hours later, Kevin stood deep within the wild mountains.
He felt it.
A dragon.
Ancient. Arrogant. Powerful.
The massive creature descended from the clouds, scales shimmering like steel, eyes burning with pride.
"A human?" the dragon scoffed. "Kneel—"
Kevin stepped forward.
Golden runes ignited along his arm.
First Style of the God Divine Arts.
Dragon Killer Punch.
He punched once.
No sound. No flash.
The dragon's head vanished.
Its body collapsed lifelessly to the ground, dead before it understood what happened.
Kevin walked calmly toward the corpse and tore open its chest.
The Dragon's Heart pulsed in his hand, blazing with crimson light.
Without hesitation, he ate it.
Dragonborn Awakening
Fire consumed him.
Kevin dropped to one knee as draconic magic surged through his veins. His bones reshaped. His blood ignited. Ancient runes etched themselves into his soul.
Then—
Silence.
He stood.
His eyes glowed crimson-gold.
Dragon Magic awakened.
Infinite mana flowed endlessly through him. Magic obeyed without chants, without gestures.
Silent magic.
Pure will.
Kevin flexed his hand, flames forming effortlessly.
"…Dragonborn," he said.
A slow, dangerous smile appeared.
"Perfect."
The world had no idea what had just been born.
And this time—
Kevin Smith would not lose.