Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

That night.

Yan Ning looked at the person in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Zhao Zixuan stood by the bed, dressed in... well, how should I put it, a lace mask, a black and white duo, looking every bit the mischievous little devil.

Yan Ning knew that this girl had been restless since she was a child.

I thought a twenty-year-old woman should be more mature and composed, but who knew she would pull this stunt.

"elder brother…"

Zhao Zixuan tilted her head, her voice soft and sweet, her eyes behind the mask sparkling with a mischievous smile.

Yan Ning took a deep breath.

Can this be tolerated?

"Hey!"

"You little devil! Take this!"

Zhao Zixuan exclaimed and laughed as she tried to hide in his arms, but he held her tightly.

……

The next morning.

Zhao Zixuan was curled up in Yan Ning's arms, fast asleep.

Although she was also a martial artist, her physical strength was far inferior to that of Yan Ning, who was a general-level warrior.

In last night's game battle, she could barely keep up with the pace in the early stages, but in the later stages she was left with only passive defense.

A good support player allows the marksman to roam freely.

But when the marksman's damage output is too explosive, the support can only obediently lie down and wait.

The winner was naturally Yan Ning.

He turned his head to look at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Then he closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his mind, and he habitually glanced at the system panel.

Then he paused, stunned.

[The "Spreading Branches and Leaves" quest rewards you with 1 chance to win a prize.]

[Note: During the duration of the "Branching Out" mission, there is a certain probability of obtaining lottery chances during the reproduction of the host's first 10 offspring, with a small probability of triggering a critical hit reward.]

"Is that so?"

Yan Ning suddenly opened his eyes, then closed them again, carefully examining the details displayed at the bottom of the task bar.

He had always thought that the reward could only be triggered by the birth of offspring, but he did not expect that the reproduction process itself had a chance to produce something.

And... a critical hit?

He looked down at Zhao Zixuan in his arms and couldn't help but kiss her forehead.

"Azi, you really are my lucky star."

Yan Ning quietly pulled her arm out, rolled off the bed, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

After washing up.

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his heart:

lottery!

The system panel unfolded again, and the four options slowly rotated in the void.

【Object】

【Law】

【器】

【other】

Three seconds later, the pointer stopped on the [device].

[Congratulations, host, you have received a critical hit reward - Planetary-level Arc Blade Disc x1]

The reward has been sent to your system storage and can be accessed at any time.

Planetary level!

Yan Ning's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart raced.

He thought he would be lucky to get a warrior-level weapon, but he didn't expect to get a planetary-level weapon, and it was even a telekinetic weapon!

"The restroom...there's a story behind it."

Yan Ning was thrilled. He turned around and went back to the bedroom, where he kissed Zhao Zixuan hard amidst her groggy protests.

He then ran to the next room and kissed Shen Yao on the cheek while she was having breakfast.

"What are you doing..." Shen Yao blushed and wiped the drool off her face.

Yan Ning laughed heartily and strode out the door.

......

Inside the training room.

Yan Ning did not rush to use the curved cutter head.

Instead, he first took out nine throwing knives and carefully practiced the "Fragment of Meteorite Ink: Basic 36 Forms" three times.

The throwing knives weaved through the air like dragons, drawing sharp arcs.

After more than twenty days of arduous training, he has mastered the 36 techniques to perfection and can handle nine throwing knives simultaneously with ease.

"Only with a solid foundation can one master better weapons." Yan Ning sheathed his flying knife and turned his gaze to the system space.

Remove the curved cutter head.

A silvery-white light burst forth in the training room.

It is a disc-shaped weapon with a diameter of about one meter. Six curved blades are evenly distributed around the outside, and each blade is covered with intricate patterns.

And on the inside of the ring-shaped main body.

It is densely inlaid with 360 tiny silver blades, each the size of a fingernail, arranged neatly like fish scales.

The entire curved cutter head is suspended in mid-air, like a work of art.

"Planetary level..."

Yan Ning muttered to himself, his gaze burning.

With a thought, his spirit surged forth and poured into the curved blade disc.

In that instant, he felt a tremendous resistance.

The curved blade disk resembled a sleeping behemoth, while Yan Ning's mental power, compared to it, was like a small stream trying to propel a ten-thousand-ton ship.

Planetary-level weapons require far more mental energy than he currently possesses.

"No, it's too big..."

Yan Ning gritted his teeth, focused his mental energy into a single line, and stopped trying to drive the entire arc blade disc. Instead, he concentrated his attention on a small blade on the outer edge.

One.

One is enough.

The mental energy wrapped around it like silk threads, causing the small silver blade to tremble slightly and emit a crisp hum.

"rise!"

Yan Ning let out a low shout, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The small blade wobbled, finally detaching from the ring and hovering precariously in mid-air.

It worked!

Yan Ning steadied his mental energy and began to try to control the small blade.

The blade spun slowly in the air, its speed increasing and its trajectory becoming smoother.

Yan Ning tried to make it run according to the trajectory of "Basic 36 Styles".

hum!

A sharp whistling sound rang out as the blade, like a silver lightning bolt, hurtled straight towards the wall.

"stop!"

Yan Ning quickly withdrew his strength.

But the blade was too fast; before the command could be transmitted, the blade had already cut into the wall.

The silver blade, as easily as slicing tofu, silently pierced the alloy wall of the training room, leaving only a thin gap.

Yan Ning was stunned.

He walked quickly to the wall, reached out and touched the crack. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a single burr.

This is a training room wall that can withstand the full force of a beginner warrior's attack!

"This…"

Yan Ning took a deep breath and manipulated the blade again, this time without holding back.

The blade flew out of the wall, spun in the air, and headed straight for the alloy target on the other side.

"laugh--"

A soft sound.

The half-meter-thick alloy target was cleanly cut in half from top to bottom.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, just like a wall!

Yan Ning stood in the center of the training room, looking at the two targets that had crashed to the ground, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he laughed, a very happy laugh.

"A high-ranking general?"

"Even the protective armor of a high-ranking general wouldn't withstand this attack, would it?"

A planetary-level arc blade disc, let alone a high-level warrior, even a war god would have to draw blood if he tried to withstand it head-on!

Yan Ning had 360 such small razor blades in his possession!

Although Yan Ning can currently only control nine.

It was exactly the limit of the "Basic 36 Styles", but these nine planetary-level blades were enough for him to roam freely in Nanjiang Base City.

"Even if the third conscription comes, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Yan Ning put away the blade and stretched his muscles.

The old captain was right; after the second conscription, the third one will probably come even sooner.

After using up his two exemptions, he would have to go to the front lines when the next conscription order came.

But now, Yan Ning is even more confident.

With the Arc Blade Disc in hand, let alone Beast General-level monsters, even Lord-level monsters...

Yan Ning paused for a moment, then decided not to get carried away.

The Lord-level corresponds to the War God-level. At his current level, it's still a bit risky for him to go head-to-head with a Lord-level opponent.

But at least, he now had the confidence to mediate.

"Time...it still needs time."

He sat down cross-legged again and began to try to control the tenth blade.

If we could control more blades, if we could perfectly integrate the "Basic 36 Techniques" with the curved blade disc...

That was a true crushing defeat!