novellhall Chapter 414 Xia Fa obtains 3 more god-level mutations! What are they?
Chapter 414 Xia Fa obtains 3 more god-level mutations! What are they?
Chapter 414 Xia Fa obtains three more god-level mutations! And they are these?
Inside the red and silver star's shell, all was quiet, with only the silvery light flowing and illuminating every part.
In the air, there were three clusters of cells, wriggling and coalescing like countless insects.
At that moment, the first cluster of cells underwent a change.
The cluster of cells swayed slightly, then suddenly condensed in the center, transforming into a pure white, smooth mask.
The mask had two small openings for the eyes, which were then stretched out and curved downwards, turning into smiling crescent moons.
However, this smile did not look friendly at all; instead, it carried a hint of cunning and gave people a chilling feeling.
Immediately afterwards, a tear appeared in the mouth area of the mask, this time curving upwards as if the mask was smiling.
The mask, which initially appeared quite cunning, now seemed gentler and less frightening.
Then, with a "pop," a round, red nose popped out from the middle of the mask.
The mask was thus formed, suspended in the air, no longer moving, appearing comical, cunning, and intelligent, yet also gentle, happy, and kind.
Xia Fa had been watching closely, and seeing this, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
The reason is that this mask looks exactly like a clown's mask.
However, unlike circus clowns, they possess an inherent dignity and aura, exuding awe-inspiring power.
Like—the Emperor among the Jokers.
At that moment, the second cluster of cells also began to move.
Suddenly, the second cluster of cells separated with a series of "pops," instantly dividing into hundreds of smaller clusters.
Xia Fa was slightly taken aback, and before he could react to what was happening, these clusters of cells transformed into flat, elongated rhombuses, like molten iron cooling and solidifying.
At first glance, it looks exactly like scales peeled off the body of some huge monster.
Each of these "scales" is the size of a fist, with a cold, hard black-gold color, giving it an extremely indestructible feel, as if it cannot be destroyed by any means in the world.
Hundreds of enormous scales remained suspended in the air, no longer making any further movements.
Xia Fashuang narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the last three divine mutations were quite mysterious, and he couldn't help but turn his attention to the third cluster of cells.
To his surprise, the third cluster of cells trembled slightly and turned into a transparent curtain, and then remained unchanged.
This "curtain" looks like smoke, water, and adhesive all at once, and it floats in the air, subtly rotating.
Xia Fa, filled with curiosity, approached slightly, but was suddenly shocked.
As he approached this "curtain," countless figures appeared in his mind, fighting and killing each other. He even heard faint shouts of battle, carrying the bloody scent of the battlefield.
As I moved a little further away, the similar scene in my mind disappeared, and the shouts of killing also vanished. But as I got closer, it reappeared.
Xia Fa played with it for a while and found it quite interesting. Suddenly, he wondered what would happen when the transparent curtain completely merged with him.
It was because of this thought that he suddenly realized something.
"Wait a minute, I've completed all three of my god-level mutations, why hasn't my body reformed yet?"
Xia Fa waited patiently, and saw that the clown mask, the hundreds of giant scales, and the transparent curtain were all still floating quietly, without any change.
He waited and waited, but nothing changed, and his body showed no signs of reforming.
"That's really strange—"
Having no other choice, he had to change his strategy and began to concentrate his mind, trying to directly condense his body.
This is a method that even an angel could easily do, let alone someone who is now a god.
Meanwhile, not far from the abode of the gods where Xiafa was located, in another abode of the gods.
Unlike the hotel-style residence of the gods used for banquets, this residence of the gods was actually a private property.
This abode of the gods was decorated like an ancient library, with rows of bookshelves standing tall, each made of oak and reaching heights of tens of thousands of meters.
It is filled with books collected from various life-bearing planets throughout the universe. There are all kinds of books, including cosmic classics, academic works, reference books, novels, comics, and even diaries.
These bookshelves are not arranged in a regular row or column, but rather form a circle from the inside out, with more bookshelves on the outer edge, like a polygon with an ever-increasing number of edges.
In the very center of this polygon formed by concentric circles of bookshelves stands a pitch-black desk.
The desk was not messy at all; on the contrary, it was very tidy. Five books were simply stacked on it, with neat edges, as if they had been measured with a ruler.
Directly in front of the desk, the young scholar-looking "Observer of All Things" was fiddling with a dozen or so shards of glass, his face showing a hint of lingering interest.
On these shards of glass, scenes flash by from time to time: some depicting humans suddenly transforming into fire-breathing beings outside an ancient metropolis, and others showing humans turning into giant elephants on a bustling street.
"Interesting, truly interesting. I never imagined that after I was sealed away for over ten thousand years, Uncle [Knowledge Apostle]'s research on the era of mutants would reach such an academic level."
"So that's how we, the extraordinary beings—fungi, insects, eagles, wolves, elephants, and whales—are classified into different levels of strength."
"This does fill some gaps in Father's previous research—"
"Your father's research? What research?" An aged but wise voice suddenly rang out, and at the same time, the door of this ancient library-like abode of the gods was pushed open.
Without a second thought, the observer of all things immediately stood up to greet them.
The reason is simple: even other children of the true gods, unless they are very close, cannot directly enter the abode of the gods.
The only people who could so directly push open the door were his own father [First History], the commander of the First Church's "True Gaze Legion," and the Heavenly Venerable whom He always respected.
The source of the Philosopher's Servant—the Apostle of Knowledge!
It's important to understand that these veteran deities are different from those who are children of righteous gods.
Their progress in merging "credentials and covenants" is just over sixty cards, while the stronger ones, such as "Necessary Fist" and "Overpressure Collapse," may have reached seventy cards.
As for veteran celestial beings like the [Apostle of Knowledge] and the [Lord of Transdimensionality], who have lived for over 30,000 years, their progress in merging their credentials and secret contracts is almost at ninety! That is, around eighty-seven, eighty-eight, or eighty-nine!
Therefore, it is possible for three veteran celestial beings to join forces and deal with even one true god.
As for these children of righteous gods, it would probably take a dozen of them working together to barely defeat one righteous god. Of course, they could only defeat civil officials of righteous gods.
For slightly higher levels, such as the [Silver Universe] and [Error Rules], those are beyond what a Celestial Venerable can overcome; no matter how many are added, it's useless.
Therefore, the Observer of All Things has always held the Apostle of Knowledge in high esteem. Not to mention, the two share similar interests and authority, and can complement and inspire each other.
"Uncle [Knowledge Apostle], what brings you here? It's an honor to have you here."
As he spoke, the "Observer of All Things" rose to greet him, and with a light tap of his index finger on the dark desk, a teapot and two teacups appeared.
The teapot floated up out of thin air, turned upside down, and poured out gurgling black tea with a rich aroma.
The Apostle of Knowledge laughed and said, "I came to find you because you haven't returned the fragment of reality you borrowed from me for several days."
Knowing He was joking, the Observer of All Things pulled out a chair and laughed, "I was busy all day and only finished the research tonight. I was just about to send it back to you."
Ever since observing the soon-to-be-transformed Silver Cleanser through [Eternal Observation], [Observer of All Things]
That's much easier; you just need to dedicate some of your attention to maintaining this kind of observation.
Therefore, He turned to studying those fragments of reality, and at the same time gained a great deal.
"Really? Then I've been judging you by my own petty standards. By the way, you mentioned earlier that you supplemented your father's research—" [Knowledge Apostle] deliberately steered the conversation to this topic.
"I was just about to share this with you, Uncle [Knowledge Apostle], this is one of the many academic studies my father left me before he transformed into a protective barrier."
Both men became somewhat somber when the topic of "First History" came up.
For the Observer of All Things, the First History is His father, His mentor, and an unparalleled peak in extraordinary scholarship.
Of course, this is also the goal He wants to pursue, because He also wants to become a true god.
As for the Apostle of Knowledge, the First History is His predecessor, His elder brother, and someone who has helped and guided Him on many occasions.
Neither of them wanted to see [First History] exhaust its life force over the next three months just to seal the sleeping place of the Golden Cleaners and prevent it from being awakened.
However, there is no way to save "First History".
After a moment of silence, the Observer of All Things suddenly looked up and smiled: "Anyway, there are still three months left. I will try my best to find a way. Uncle Apostle of Knowledge, you don't need to worry too much."
The Apostle of Knowledge sighed: "You've always been a filial child. If it weren't for these Cleaners suddenly appearing, alas—"
He shook his head, unable to continue speaking, and simply pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.
[Observer of All Things] offered a cup of black tea with both hands. The moment the tea was placed down, an old leather notebook appeared next to it.
The aura of a true god faintly emanates from this leather notebook. Even though both of them are Heavenly Venerables, they felt suppressed just by touching this aura.
The Knowledge Apostle's eyes lit up immediately: "This is... your father's—!"
[Observer of All Things] nodded: "Yes, inside is a piece of research on the history of mutants that my father obtained by risking his life to go deep into the Time Mist with the help of Uncle [Absolute Defense]. Uncle, if you happen to have some time, you can take a look."
"About what?"
"About the history of mutated humans who were once nearly wiped out."
Mutants were almost wiped out once?
Startled, the Knowledge Apostle, driven by his thirst for knowledge, disregarded everything else and immediately picked up the leather notebook, opening it to the page.
The rough, light yellow paper was covered with ancient, handwritten inscriptions, and the aura of the righteous gods emanated from these divine handwritings.
Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, and even though the life force of the "First History" is being consumed, these words still look so supreme and sacred, inviolable.
[Knowledge Apostle] took a deep breath, controlled his mental fluctuations, and quickly began to read.
"Thanks to the help of Brother [Absolute Defense], I finally figured out an academic problem that had been troubling me for a long time."
"So, why did the mutants, after more than 30 million years of existence, suddenly retreat and all of them retreat back to Caligi, even though their footprints had already spread to other life-bearing planets outside Caligi in the Wright Starfield?"
"Through this deep dive into the Time Fog, I learned that it was because the mutated humans accidentally dug through the crust of Panridas, reaching the mantle layer and disturbing the subterranean creatures that had been living there!"
"The subterranean creatures seem to have been born later than the mutants, but they possessed strength comparable to the strongest whale-level mutants at the time. Among them, the alien subterranean creatures were even stronger than the whale-level mutants."
"This could also serve as a reference for verifying how mutants are born and what power they are related to."
"In short, the incredibly powerful, intelligent, and ruthless subterranean creatures quickly wiped out the mutants on Panridas and even learned to pilot spaceships to other inhabited planets in a short period of time."
"Except for Caligi, all the mutants on other inhabited planets were wiped out by the subterranean creatures."
"Even on the planet Calig, the mutants could not withstand the slaughter of the subterranean creatures and were almost wiped out. The surviving mutants had no choice but to gather on Worm City, which was the predecessor of Silver City."
Seeing this, the Knowledge Apostle became even more curious. Judging from the research content of the notes, the power of the subterranean creatures was almost irresistible. So, how did the mutated humans manage to turn the tide?
Could it be that another legendary figure has emerged, just like "Lorete," who first developed the elemental body, and "Benil," who created the fully mutated form?
As for the "Silver City," it is now called the "City of Ten Thousand Stars," a fact that the [Apostle of Knowledge] is aware of.
Or rather, in the last few hundred years, the Silver City was renamed the City of Ten Thousand Stars; for the previous thirty thousand years, it was called the Silver City.
Even earlier, in the era of magicians, it was called the City of Worms.
This has remained unchanged throughout the billions of years of history of mutants and the more than one hundred million years of history of magicians.
The era of mutants and the era of magicians, though clearly two completely different systems, seem to share a subtle connection or inheritance.
After calming himself down and not thinking too much about it, [Knowledge Apostle] continued reading.
"Originally, relying on the technological development of the mutants at that time, as well as the strength they possessed, they were barely able to withstand wave after wave of attacks from the subterranean creatures in Worm City."
"However, with the increasing frequency of the birth of alien subterranean creatures equivalent to demigods, the mutated humans finally couldn't sit still and decided to fight to the death."
"I don't know exactly what happened; it's still a missing part of the mutation history. But in short, one day, the mutated people finally managed to reach the last and largest mother nest of the subterranean creatures."
"According to some action records I found in the historical fog, there were only a few hundred mutants who arrived at that time. Although they were all whale-level mutants, they were no match for the tens of thousands of subterranean creatures outside the mother nest and the large army led by a few alien subterranean creatures."
"However, before the two sides could truly clash, a legendary, truly important figure made his move."
"Strangely, all records about that important figure have been erased, even within the gray fog of time, as if it were done intentionally by some being or entities."
"In other words, there were records about this important figure, but they all disappeared later, including his name, the specific mutations he had, and even his height and appearance. Everything seemed to have been deliberately hidden."
"Fortunately, interview videos of other mutants still exist in the time fog."
"Thus, through interviews with many mutants who had personally experienced the cleanup of the nest, I was able to vaguely deduce some of the facts."
"That important figure, in an era when the strongest of other mutants could only reach the whale level, was suspected to have possessed strength comparable to a transcendent monarch. With just one strike, he destroyed the mother nest and all the underground creatures."
"It was that kind of strength that made that important figure a god-like existence after that operation."
"In particular, he doesn't seem to age with time, and his strength continues to grow day by day."
"And so, in just a few hundred years, that great figure truly became a god worshipped and revered by the mutated people!"
"He also truly transformed from 'himself' into 'He'!"
"His statues are everywhere, and there are temples dedicated to him everywhere, but as I discovered before, even in the mists of history, his name and appearance have been deliberately concealed."
"People revered him as a god, calling him the ruler of all things. At the same time, under his leadership, the mutants wiped out the subterranean creatures of other life-bearing planets, and even the subterranean creatures of Panridas were completely exterminated."
"The mutated people have grown stronger and stronger, and have even gained the ability to traverse the stars in their physical bodies."
"Because, during the extermination process, the mutated people found new ways to become stronger, no longer relying on mutated crystal sources and mutated flesh balls."
"I don't know what this new method of becoming stronger is, but in short, after the underground creatures were wiped out, mutants stronger than whales appeared one after another."
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"Among these mutants, some were taught by that great figure and learned to deeply develop their own mutations, thus becoming stronger."
"Some suddenly possess incredible, far superior mutations, which people later referred to as god-level mutations to distinguish them from rare and common mutations."
Even so, that great figure still dominates everything in the mutant era. Many powerful mutants follow that great figure, and according to the myths and legends of the past, they are called the angels under that great figure.
"In addition, those mutants who surpassed the whale level and gained abilities and lifespans far exceeding those of ordinary humans have been given a new name: they are called 'demigods'."
"Thus, through this long-standing tradition, a new division of strength above the Whale level was established by convention."
"That's right, demigods, angels, and rulers!"
"However, it is a great pity that I was unable to find further information about how the mutants obtained god-level mutations and what the ultimate fate of that great figure was, especially since everything about him was deliberately hidden."
"On the other hand, I'm not quite sure how the power classification of fungi, insects, eagles, wolves, elephants, and whales came about. After all, this gray fog is too damn dangerous. Without the protection of Brother [Absolute Defense], I wouldn't dare to stay in there for long."
"I'll stop here for now. I'll add more as new research comes in."
"The Spring Curtain Era, the 19,069th year."
Upon seeing this, the [Knowledge Apostle] let out a long breath. His face showed a mixture of intense curiosity, complex emotions, and the joy of gaining new knowledge.
What people are naturally curious about is who this "big shot" is and why he possessed the incredible strength of a superhuman monarch in an era when everyone else was just a whale-level mutant.
What's remarkable is that this research notebook was actually written by the "First History" elder brother more than 19,000 years ago in the extraordinary era. It's estimated that shortly after that, he was replaced by the "Ashes of Glory," one of the fake nine true gods, and could no longer continue his research.
Otherwise, perhaps the eldest brother of [First History] could find out who that important person really is.
After a moment of silence, the [Apostle of Knowledge] carefully closed the leather notebook, held it with both hands, and handed it back to the [Observer of All Things].
"Nephew, thank you. I will share my new research on the mutant era with you as soon as I have it. As for now, I have to go back to the front lines."
In the third guest room on the left side of the throne of the gods, where the banquet for the sons of the true gods is held.
Inside the sturdy and thick red-silver star shell, Xia Fa is making his second attempt to solidify his body.
Just now, he tried to conjure a body out of thin air, and unsurprisingly failed.
Xia Fa guessed that it was probably because the extraordinary power required by his body was too enormous, and the Red Silver Star shell was completely sealed, preventing the flow of extraordinary power, so it wouldn't work.
Therefore, this time, he decided to try fusing the mask, scales, and curtain formed from the three clusters of cells together.
Without hesitation, he conjured up the majestic clown mask, the cold, hard black and gold scales, and the strange, transparent curtain, all converging towards the same center.
Just as they got a short distance apart, Xia Fa suddenly felt an immense suction force coming from the center of the mask's scales and the curtain, even though there was nothing there.
The suction force was so strong that he couldn't resist it at all, and his soul was sucked in.
"what?"
Then he discovered that countless cells had emerged from the mask, scales, and curtain—these were the more than eighty trillion cells of his own body.
That's right. After acquiring three new god-level mutations, the number of cells in his body has reached more than 80 trillion.
Strangely, even though the cells had all emerged, neither the mask, the scales, nor the curtain disappeared; they simply flew slowly and steadily toward the direction in which his body was coalescing.
In an instant, Xia Fa's body reformed, but it was not in a normal human form; instead, it was in the second stage of the Chaos Throne.
His entire body seemed to be enveloped in chaotic electric wires, with faint silver mist and starlight bursting between them, and various colored glass spheres swirling and rotating. The phantoms of the lion king, the giant elephant, and the divine bird behind him expanded in an instant, and then embraced and returned to his body.
Xia Fazheng was about to slightly raise his hand to see if there were any changes in his body.
But at that very moment, the imposing clown mask disappeared, and the next instant, it appeared directly on his face!
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of huge black and gold scales covered him directly, "clanging" all over his body, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Then, the transparent curtain actually went inside his head!
In that instant, Xia Fa's mind jolted, and he instinctively learned the names of the last three divine-level mutations.
【Fraudulent Clown Mask】
【Absolute Guardian Giant Scale】
[The ultimate posture of conquest]
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