Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 467 Herbivores

It's going to rain, a mother is going to remarry, a master is going to collect rent, and a kingdom is going to war.

Life is full of disappointments, and nine times out of ten things are beyond our control. Since some things are destined to be beyond our control, Rean can only play the limited chips at his disposal.

Rean's priority is naturally Wu's successor, and the candidate should be decided soon. However, someone suddenly rises up like a dark horse.

[Candidate No. 2 (codename Horse King), Felipe, Biological Level: Iron, Status: Strength 8, Physique 10, Agility 6, Compatibility: 27%, Satisfaction: 19%]

"Is this person some kind of god-like being, with such a high degree of compatibility and satisfaction?" It seems quite abnormal for an ordinary person to achieve this level of compatibility with a heroic spirit.

This was both a pleasant surprise and a shock.

As one of Wu's three candidates, he was the least favored "ordinary person," a 42-year-old balding bureaucrat whose weak muscles couldn't even lift the stone weights he was exercising.

[Tier 1 Monk, Racial Trait: Herbivore (Black Iron)]

He actually became a monk so easily after the trials. Rean understood why this guy was chosen.

"He seems like an ordinary office worker, just someone who works a day job and does part-time jobs at night to supplement his income, a typical corporate slave who works four jobs at once. Wait, something seems off. How did he do that?"

There are no labor laws in this world. Any job can drain a person dry, especially low-level bureaucrats in official positions. They really don't support idlers and treat people like animals. How did this guy manage to work four jobs?

"Mr. Rean, I have plenty of energy; two hours of sleep a day is enough for me."

Felipe demonstrated how to handle tedious paperwork while simultaneously helping other shops with bookkeeping and accounting.

From childhood, Felipe slept very little and was always full of energy.

[King of Herbivores (Silver): Consumes plants to restore mental strength, energy, physical strength, and life force.]

"Grass (noun), grass (interjection), grass (verb)!"

The simpler the description, the more outrageous the content.

At this moment, Rean's simple and pure exclamation expressed his disbelief at the absurdity of the extent of his talent.

"Is this guy some kind of reincarnation of the God of Cookery?"

Once he became a professional, his previously common "herbivore" (a common racial trait among centaurs) fully revealed its powerful potential. This guy could recover everything from mental strength to physical strength, and even his original life force, just by eating grass.

The pig-man Dimon also has something similar, but it can only restore some injuries and stamina. It's not even in the same league as this one, which goes directly to the root of life.

"There are always some people who start out at the finish line for most people. Uh, above the finish line."

Rean thought about it for a moment and realized that even top-tier professionals probably didn't have such outrageous characteristics.

Someday, strange things will appear, and the search scope of the Heroic Soul Encyclopedia will naturally prioritize these "monsters." This is similar to the mind abilities of Mind Flayers, Sapphire Dragons, and Liches, which are simply not in the same league as ordinary mind sorcerers.

"Feeding-related" superpowers and racial talents are common among beastmen because it is a life instinct, but such pure "horse eating grass" may have already transcended some authority.

"Part of it is bloodline, and part of it is mutation."

Dania was also devastated when she looked at the report. How could someone mutate and surpass the ancient species so easily?

Even more outrageous are his two children, who are just ordinary centaurs, one of whom is even a true superhuman, but his skill level is also terrible.

"Dad wants to become a middle-aged magician. Cough cough, I mean, isn't it a bit of a waste for him to become a superhuman at this age?"

"He just needs to eat more grass. You know what? I saw the schedule the intelligence officers gave me. He goes to the archives in the morning and does two days' worth of work in one morning. At noon, he goes to the construction site to move bricks. Even a warhorse can't pull them as fast as him. In the afternoon, he works part-time as a courier. At night, he secretly goes out to sea to be a fisherman. He doesn't stop for a single day."

Why is he acting so crazy? This man is not only an amazing guy, but also a super father.

"He raised a daughter who is an extraordinary being and a son who is almost an extraordinary being with the income of one ordinary person and four ordinary people, and even bought a house." "Then his children stole his pension, he was called an old thief, and then kicked out to fend for himself?"

“No, how could there be such an unfilial person? He has a good relationship with his family, he just rarely speaks.” Dania looked at him with surprise, as if Rean was saying something terrible.

Rean paused for a moment, then turned to talk about other things.

"His progress is indeed rapid, but what about his character? The training of a martial monk is hell, and it's not just about training; combat also requires skill."

Dania paused for a moment, and then another report was presented.

“‘A born bloodless and tearless killer,’ ‘A perfect beast of burden who treats killers like corporate slaves,’ ‘Normal as if mentally ill.’ What the hell is this?”

"He is an abnormal person who looks normal, a lunatic who thinks he is a normal person."

Dania looked at Rean as she spoke, her words seemingly carrying a deeper meaning.

Rean took the report, read it carefully, and realized that this person was indeed sick, and he didn't think he was sick.

"He is unable to perceive other life forms, nor can he perceive the existence of his own life."

This centaur can continuously increase its life essence by eating grass, which means that "life" is not sacred to it, but just a resource that can be continuously obtained.

Not only is he unable to perceive others, but does he also lack self-awareness regarding his own life? Does he lack a true self? Or rather, does he completely lack the anger, fear, and love that arise from the need for "survival"?

"There's some truth to it, at least it looks convincing on the surface. But in the eyes of a mind sorcerer, it's all an act, not even an intentional one, but just his subconscious imitation of those around him."

"His peers got married and had children, and so did he. His peers worked hard for their families, and so did he. If it weren't for this accident, no one else would have noticed his problem."

His powerful talent led to a distorted self-perception; he saw no difference between living and dead things.
"The old man can drink with a teapot and chat with a fishing net." His children spoke of their father with a subtle tone.

Family members rarely had a chance to speak; the father was simply "too busy," or rather, he used his busy work as an excuse to avoid dealing with the family and relatives he didn't know how to handle.

He cannot gain recognition or pleasure from interacting with others; he neither gets hurt nor finds happiness.

A person who is extremely lonely has no kindred spirits to be recognized, and everything around them is just "ordinary existence".

As the information states, he was simply following orders. If you pay me, there's no real difference between killing someone and processing documents.

"It seems Talia is in trouble."

Such a monster, even if he is old or started learning late, will not be affected in any way; on the contrary, he may even become more stable.

That "infinite vitality" alone is equivalent to an infinite energy source for a martial monk, and this disregard and indifference to life and death is very similar to Wu's character.
A 1% decrease in synchronization rate leads to a 1% decrease in satisfaction.

Wu, however, denied this perception.

Rean thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

Indeed, the two men's behavior seems similar, both disregarding their own lives and the lives of others, but their logic and methods of action are completely different.

Even after realizing the weight of life, Wu continued his rampage, knowing full well that the path he was on was a wicked one, yet he still stepped into it without hesitation.

Felipe is a living puppet; as long as there are instructions and logically plausible benefits before he breaks down, he will instinctively follow the chain.

"Doesn't he have any feelings?"

"Yes, but very faint, extremely faint, as if the life force flowing from him had diluted his emotions and soul."

"But he lacks the most basic sense of recognition when it comes to other lives and individuals."

(End of this chapter)