Death Progress Bar - Chapter 73 - Possessed by Exam God

An AI calling itself Schema has assimilated earth into its system. As a consequence, everyone gained access to status screens, power-ups, and skills. This AI turned these concepts from fiction to fact. It's easy to become intoxicated with leveling up and becoming stronger. To some, it's too good to be true like living out a dream.

For Daniel, however, it's closer to a nightmare.

He's in a bit of a predicament. Cracks in our dimensional fabric have unleashed terrifying beasts from dark, abyssal places. Schema organizes these cracks into dungeons, giving the native species of the planet a chance to fight back. Daniel finds himself trapped in one of these dungeons. Not long after, he discovers there's only one way out.

Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.

Ed was transported into a world of Hunters, a harsh and extreme environment.In this world, winter days last only two hours, and even in summer, the daylight barely stretches to six hours!What makes it even more eerie is that when night falls, all creatures of various races turn into violent, frenzied monsters. Evil spreads everywhere, and the night itself becomes humanity's worst nightmare!Hunters, however, can only train through the Sunlight Meditation Technique, using the brief daylight hours to cultivate their strength.But Ed awakens the Moonlight Meditation Technique!From that point on, while others flee from the night, Ed thrives in it, growing stronger and stronger with each passing day!He slays dark sorcerers, exterminates vampires, and defeats the Wolf King!Gradually, Ed becomes the strongest human to ever exist!

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…