I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple - Chapter 6

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

Logan ends up in a world of familiars, where everyone can make a contract with a familiar to get super power and grow stronger.The first familiar Logan summons is a legendary angel, and it draws a lot of shock and envy.But fate messes with him, because right when Logan is about to make a contract with the angel, the angel looks down on his plain background.“Someone as noble as me—how can I be driven by a low-born bloodline?”After that, she goes over to the noble-born school beauty, leaving the whole crowd full of sneers.Right then, Logan awakens a system, and he can see all a familiar's hidden info and evolve their bloodlines, talents, and skills without limit.“Since it won't listen, I'll switch it out, the next one will be more obedient!”With everyone laughing at him, he just made a contract with a low-level succubus.“A low-level succubus? Once this kind of familiar gets off the bed, its fighting power isn't even as good as a hyena!”“A loser with a succubus—this kid will never have to worry about women anymore, haha!”...Many years later.When demon fire lights up the stars and blood-red wings cover the sky, people finally realize—standing behind Logan are all those ancient, scary beings from myths and legends.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.