Chapter 72
A giant formed, shaped exactly like Chun Ma but much larger and more powerful. From his eyes to his face to even the minute details of his nose, everything was identical.
However, this giant bore a wild look, a feral grin stretched across his face.
Though invisible to the naked eye, one could feel the giant rapidly absorbing Qi from the air without pause.
At the same time, a prompt appeared before Chun Ma in all its glory:
[You have worked hard and progressed further on your path as a Martial Artist, forming a Demonic Will of your own.]
[You have gained the title:
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-Your digestion speed is increased by at least 10 times.
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“This feels a little too OP.”
Looking at the title, Chun Ma couldn’t help but draw in a cold breath. Still, he wasn’t one to complain, he was already used to things like this.
The description was as simple as ever, but its use was vast, containing endless possibility.
“Hmm,” Chun Ma mused as he casually tore a page from a book and chewed on it without much thought.
The moment it entered his stomach, it was digested almost instantly, and he felt a faint trace of energy spread through his body, like the energy you get from sugar.
“This could be quite helpful, especially when eating pills or elixirs,” he muttered.
Regardless, Chun Ma tightened his fist, feeling the energy coursing powerfully through his body.
By gaining the Demonic Will and establishing a Demonic Core, Chun Ma has reached the Seedling Step.
Now, all he needed to do was absorb more Demonic Qi into his core.
“The Qi is measured by time,” he muttered. “A year’s worth of Demonic Qi would naturally take a year to accumulate. But to reach the Sapling Stage, I need sixty years’ worth of Demonic Qi. Obviously, I can’t afford to wait sixty years.”
“The only way to speed up absorption is by consuming pills and other resources.”
Chun Ma heaved a tired sigh.
If he wanted to progress any faster, he would need to find and stockpile pills.
Thankfully, with all his skills and titles, his natural absorption rate was already about four times faster than normal.
That would reduce the time, bringing it down to around fifteen years, but even that clearly wasn’t enough.
Regardless, Chun Ma simply laid down to meditate.
Before him, the gates(trials) looked like nothing more than toothpicks, he could casually go through them to clean his teeth if he wanted.
There was nothing to worry about.
“Oh well. I’ll go into a temporary retreat for now and help the main body after that,” Chun Ma muttered casually.
Having made up his mind, Chun Ma settled into temporary seclusion.
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[You have reached Fourth-Circle Mage. You have been rewarded the title
[Higher Title Detected! Your title <
“It’s a dud,” Eryke said in a disappointed tone.
He had already expected this, but it seemed it was going to be even more troublesome to upgrade his title from here on.
“Oh well, I can still let my clones reach Tier Four. If they can, my spells will become even stronger.”
Tightening his fist, Eryke stood up and walked toward the window.
The wind was icy and sharp, slicing through the air like blades as it rustled past his long golden hair.
The trees were sparse of leaves, and the surrounding chill sent a shiver down one’s spine, marking the arrival of winter.
Eryke looked around and could faintly see bubbles appearing along the streets, faint, fleeting, and distant.
Very few people had them, and all those who did had glanced at him at least once.
“These are people’s emotions, huh?”
He clenched his fist, a smile spreading across his face.
Shaking his head, Eryke closed the window and turned to check on his clone.
“My earlier calculations were off. It only took me four days to reach Tier Four, but for Chun Ma in the Martial World, twenty days have already passed,” Eryke mused.
Regardless, he was still the first to reach Fourth-Circle.
The clones weren’t far behind, quickly catching up, it just took them longer because of the time needed to refine their spells.
After a few moments, two prompts appeared in front of him:
[You have reached Fourth-Circle Mage. You have been rewarded the title .]
[Higher Title Detected! Your title <
The two clones prompt were the same, leaving only one clone left.
Eryke could only cross his fingers and hope for better luck with the last one.
“Hope this last one gains me a stronger title.”
Just as he finished saying,
Eryke felt a strange change, which caused his brows to raise in pure surprise.
“It’s a success.” Without even speaking it, he already felt the changes; his spell grew stronger.
“This is amazing.”
When Eryke used the most basic Aura spell, instantly his whole body was covered in a black haze, which had grown to the point that even looking at his face was difficult; all they could see was a black haze.
“Could even work as a camouflage.”
With a speechless expression, Eryke looked at his own system prompt:
[Your <
[You have gained the title <
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Any spell used by the Awakener have two times the power.
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Just looking at the title, Eryke already proved that he was right, based on just his gut.
“Now, I still have three more days to waste though.”
He canceled the three summons and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a beard thinly growing, and his clothes were messy, even though it was his best.
Then Eryke looked at the black card:
“Since he has given it to me, then I will use it.” Shrugging, he walked to the shower and bathed to his heart’s content, cleaning every nook and cranny. After four days of not bathing and staying in this place, he was definitely smelly.
After he completed his bath, he wore a pair of shorts and a half-shirt.
Then he took the black card and walked out, humming:
“I should buy some clothes and a mansion.”
Since the note said it, Eryke was going to use it to his heart’s content. Who is going to say no to free money?