Joker was grinning but didn't speak. I looked over the other information as I was looking for the answer.
"I am Joker. No one can beat me. Not even Gods! Even that man betrayed me and tried to take over my body, but I killed him and took all of his memories. Even take all his powers." Joker laughed like crazy.
"So that is how it is." I could clearly see in his memories, even though I stole them from Joker, some of the memories still engraved in his bones, he had deep hatred against God, to his master. Also, I was using both Stealing and Sharing simultaneously to suppress Joker, that is why some of his memories still there. But how could he kept the secret from the other Gods, especially the Aristocracy would notice their leaders absence right?
"He told them that he would go and cultivate in the Sacred Place. Nobody suspected him to be gone." Crow said as he was also able to see the memories I stole from Joker.
'Right. Since Joker had the Leader of the Aristocracy's Body literally, why didn't he cultivate in that Sacred Place?' Joker beat his master for a long time, but he was still hiding the fact but didn't even try to use it once. He could use those DNA's to improve his strength by Cultivating this secret art. I could see from the memories I gain, the Leader of the Aristocracy, Overseer knew the secret art of the Royal Family, and had access to Sacred Place.
"He is a mere champion. Do you think Gods would let him enter that place? Impossible." Crow said. It was correct too. But I had something Joker didn't, an identical world to my own. Since the world in the pendant was identical to the Upper Realm, there should be Sacred Place in this world too. With this notion, I started to move, but I had to finish Joker first. In his current strength he wasn't threat at all, thus Meruem could eat him to gain strength.
"Handle him. I will go to the Sacred Place." I said as I started to walk.
"Right away," Meruem said and walked towards to Joker.
****
Sacred Place of the Top Floor was a dark room. There was nothing inside, and when one enters the place, the door would be sealed. The only way to leave was to shout "Leave."
As soon as I entered the place, the surrounding started to change. It was as if I was standing in the middle of the universe. Starts and planets, shooting stars and asteroids were surrounding me, and I started to circulate the secret cultivation manual belong to the Royal Family. It would be nigh impossible to cultivate it without the Royal Blood, but the Overseer planned this for too long, how could he not think of this.
After the Emperor died, Prince used Sacred Place to merge with Stealing System. But he perished, and all the things he prepared left for Overseer. Overseer kept the body of the Emperor for thousands of years, but when he wanted to take Joker's body, he was absorbed instead. And with the memories of Overseer, Joker long merged with Emperor's body. And not just too long ago, all those Royal Genes, stolen by me.
The cultivation of the Sacred Manual was hard and excruciating. It was as if my bones were under immense pressure, and my blood was flowing lava. My mind was overwhelmed by attacks, and all my body was convulsing by pain. At that moment a voice came to me.
"Accept my way, and I will make you stronger." the voice was hoarse and evil.
"Who are you?" I exclaimed in immense pain.
"I am your savior. I saved countless who went through pain, and all of them acquired strong above all." the voice said.
"Demons?" So this was the reason Demon's born. The voice would trick cultivators to easy power by beguiling them, and turned them to demons.
"Hold on brother! You are adapting the pain, both bodily and mentally. In just a few hours, this all will feel like a mosquito bite." Crow said anxiously. "This must be the reason why that old bastard said the system can adapt everything will be the strongest."
A sudden realization struck to me. This Sacred Manual was the biggest secret of the Royal Family. Even besides the Royal Family, none could cultivate it. And in normal conditions, the one who cultivates it would die in endless pain. In this Sacred Place, the cultivation was swifter, thus making it easier, but in this place, there was a soul can turn cultivator to a demon. That is why none has succeeded to cultivate this art in the first place. Except me!
"Crow, I am the only one can cultivate this art, because of the Adapt System!" I said excitedly.
"This must be the reason why old bastard created the Adapt System. His aim should be this all along." Crow said as he illuminated.
"But why he made systems that fit the Champions but not to the Gods. If he could give Adapt System to the Emperor, Emperor would never die. Emperor was a good fellow after all, why he didn't let him?" If Emperor had the Adapt System there wouldn't be anyone could stand against him. Then why?
"This is the question has to be asked. I knew someone would eventually ask this question. Well, here is my will left in the system to answer your question." A voice came from nowhere, but Crow agitated and said anxiously, "This is the old bastard. He left his will in the Adapt System to answer your questions!"
"What is the point of more strength? Why people never satisfied with the power they have, even when they are at the top. It was the same as the Emperor. We were buddies once when he was a prince. Then the become crowned prince, and his arrogance rose. Then he started to cultivate without caring those around him, he even ignored the ones closest to him. I thought he had ideas, and he needed the power to make them happen. But even after he becomes Emperor, and ruled all over the multiverse, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more, he came to me one day and asked me to create a way for him to cultivate this cursed Sacred Manual. He gave me all its secrets, thus I created the Adapt System.
But before I gave it to him, I asked him a question. 'Why you want more power, while you are already strong enough to rule everything.'
'I want to feel everything in my palm!' he said, that is why I forbid Gods to use systems. My old buddy was kind and cared for other races. But eventually, the arrogance of being God sank in his blood and engraved on his bones. A man can hold a butterfly in his palm, but crushing it or releasing it shouldn't be left for him to decide. I couldn't bring myself to give this power to His Majesty, thus choose this way."
"You, the selected one, you are going to be adapted the feeling of being strong, and all arrogance will fade. That is why you should be the one carry this power."