Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Am I a legendary creature now?
Wood was shocked for a moment. He felt that there was power constantly rising in his body, and that was something he had never imagined before. It was incredible.
He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
People always said that a god’s mercy was as vast as the sea and that a god’s power was as great as the mountain. He really saw that today.
It was incredible to know that His Majesty, the Great Mentor, had dug into the ground and created a large mountain. But now, His Majesty, the Void Mask, could transform him from a mortal into a powerful legendary creature in a short time. What’s more, Wood felt completely compatible with his body.
In stories and legends, if one gained a powerful force suddenly, he would definitely suffer some strong after-effects, such as having difficulty controlling that force or even going mad. Sometimes, one might even have to swallow living creatures or consume a lot of precious resources. However, these were all evitable things to His Majesty, the Void Mask. He had just created a legendary creature very easily. Moreover, he had created a stronger creature among the legendary creatures.
This is the power of a god! No wonder so many masters are obsessed with the desire to become gods. No wonder the Great Mentor has been under meditation in seclusion for hundreds of years so as to succeed in becoming a god.
If it’s for such a power, it’s really worth it!
But Wood was wrong. Sui Xiong was extremely powerful, but this ability to create a legendary creature had little to do with the mercy and power of a god. Instead, that was Sui Xiong’s personal skill.
However, strictly speaking, that did have something to do with his Divine Power. Since his Divine Power became stronger, Sui Xiong could use it to improve his body to work more efficiently, and then his work became more refined and perfect.
It was like a master craftsman with excellent skills—if he could master more advanced tools to assist his work, he could make better works that were good enough to outweigh what he had done before.
On earth, where Sui Xiong had lived before his space-travel, there were many inheritors of traditional skills. With the help of science and technology and ideas of the new era, they were able to arrive at a height beyond the reach of the previous generations of sages.
For example, Sui Xiong’s expertise was painting, so he usually got along well with people in that area. He found that some of them could create a painting that was almost the same as reality. But for the past predecessors, no matter how hard they had tried, they couldn’t draw out such precise and rich colors, and the scenery that they had painted was always different from reality.
That showed the progress of skills.
Sui Xiong’s level of painting was not that high. Before his space-travel, he had never been able to create such vivid paintings. But now, he could paint whenever he wanted; his great strength and almost omnipotent Divine Power were the best tools for him.
Moreover, Sui Xiong’s mastery of these tools was constantly improving, and that could be seen from his works. At first, the body he created for Gerald was rough. Although it was powerful, it was still imperfect in many aspects. Thus, Gerald’s soul was in turn affected by the body and became a little simple and straightforward, bold and rough.
Then, Sui Xiong’s skill was improved, and he adjusted Gerald’s body twice to make him completely return to normal. Now, others couldn’t find any trace of the bald giant on Gerald, the head of the knights of the Void Mask Church. Instead, Gerald was just a tall knight that always laughed very kindly and had great strength.
Now Sui Xiong’s skill was more than perfect. Wood’s body was specially designed for the fluctuation of Wood’s soul. Although his new body was not as perfect as his original one, it still had fit his soul to the greatest extent. Unless Wood was a soul psychic who specialized in soul power, he would not feel any discord between his soul and his body.
Moreover, the body would adjust itself slowly and automatically, and as time went on, it would become more and more closely integrated with his soul. By the time the two fit perfectly, Wood’s power would be greatly improved.
However, the demigod realm was not just about power. No matter how hard Sui Xiong tried, he could not create a demigod body.
If he could, then he would want to change the bodies of the high-ranking members of his church. If he could change their bodies into ones that would never get old or die, never feel tired or hungry and that had high divinity and infinite possibilities—how wonderful that would be!
Over the years, Sui Xiong had been worrying about the matter of birth, age, illness, and death. Of course, he was not worried about himself. In fact, he did not feel any signs of those problems. Maybe there were no such things at all on his body, and he was just worrying about his friends.
From Gerald, Palin, Rhode, Snow to Leon and Liv, and even the friends he made later—although they might just admire and respect him as a leader, he really treated them as friends. In his mind, there was no difference between these mortal friends and those god friends such as Yorgaardman and Javier.
However, in fact, they were quite different.
A god would never get old and die because they were out of the influence of time. But no matter how strong a mortal was, he still couldn’t escape from aging and dying.
No matter what means were used to prolong their lives, after all, there were still limits. Old Rodhe had gradually approached that limit. Although Sui Xiong kept supplying life-prolonging medicine to him, the effect of that medicine on him was declining. At present, the medicine that could extend the life of ordinary people five years became just three or four months on him.
Rodhe knew his condition very well, so he often advised Sui Xiong not to waste the medicine. He had lived for more than 90 years, and that was an amazingly long life for an ordinary burglar who had not even reached the high-level. Besides, he was quite healthy now. Even without any life-prolonging drugs, he could live for a few more years. That might be enough for him to live to 100 years old, an age very impossible for ordinary people.
“I’ve lived long enough,” in a private chat, he said to Sui Xiong. “Your Majesty, you’ve been merciful enough to me.”
What if he was dead? Rodhe didn’t worry about that at all. For him, death was nothing more than the complete retirement from his work. Then he would move to the God’s Kingdom of His Majesty, the Void Mask to live in peace and tranquility for the rest of his life.
But Sui Xiong didn’t think so.
He thought there was a big difference between life and death, living people and a soul.
In this world, there was a huge limitation on resurrection—the soul of a person that had died of old age couldn’t be resurrected. This had nothing to do with skill or ability, but with some sort of order. Sui Xiong had once used some people who had died of old age in an experiment. He was sure that even with his magic power, he could not bring such people back to life or even create bodies that fit them. Sui Xiong didn’t know why. It was clear that the body and the soul were compatible with each other, but the soul just couldn’t be combined with the body.
That situation made him helpless, but he became more eager to change his friends’ bodies. It was just that most of his friends were reluctant. The reasons were varied, but all of them were unwilling to do that.
Sui Xiong was speechless about that. All he could do was just to try to find examples to persuade them.
Thus, Sui Xiong couldn’t help but laugh happily when he saw Wood moving his body to gradually adapt to the surge of power and then falling down several times as a result.
I hope this example can convince all of you…
