Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 101 The Silver Throne, Displaying its Power for the First Time!
The luminous sphere that Xia Fa had transformed into was now clearly visible.

The corpses were all ragged, emaciated, and some even had their ribs clearly visible beneath their skin.

Just like him before he started exercising.

Perhaps it was because of the secret text of the living iron powder formed by the strange electric current, but Xia Fa could see it exceptionally clearly, even though it was divination, as if he were watching an extremely high-definition movie, or even feeling as if he were in the middle of it.

These refugees included both men and women, all over twenty years old, but none over fifty.

Hundreds of refugees died just like that, lying on the cold, gray marble floor tiles of the basement.

Pompeii sat in a chair inlaid with gold thread, which even had velvet cushions on the seat and back, making him quite comfortable.

On either side of the chair stood a middle-aged man with a large belly and a chubby boy with an arrogant air about him.

Almost without needing to identify them, Xia Fa immediately recognized that they were the current Bald family elder and younger Bald.

This was not only because Baldr and Baldr both looked very much like Pompeii, almost like they were cut from the same mold, but also because of the guidance he received from his spiritual intuition.

When he performed the divination, he had engraved a secret text containing the names and general information of Old Bald and Young Bald, so now that he sees it, he can naturally recognize them.

This scene confirmed Xia Fa's suspicions: Old Bald and Young Bald were indeed connected to the Snow Demon's second loss of control!
Back then, Little Baldr was inexplicably entangled by the Snow Demon, and then borrowed the Mithril Holy Symbol, deliberately returning it a day late. Now it seems that this was probably to coordinate with the Snow Demon's second out-of-control descent, so that the Snow Demon could devour the ordinary people in several blocks near Daniel Street.

Moreover, the three members of the Bald family, grandfather, grandfather, and grandson, had planned this matter quite meticulously.

Initially, when the Snow Demon descended twice out of control, everyone would suspect Bald and his son, especially young Bald who was suddenly entangled by the Snow Demon and seemed to deliberately delay returning the Mithril Holy Symbol by one day.

This is the first floor.

However, Tyrene and Lieutenant General Bedivet quickly figured out the general situation and realized that Baldr had not intentionally returned the Mithril Emblem late, but that the Mithril Emblem was already damaged when it was handed to him.

Therefore, everyone naturally understood that Little Bald had to return the Mithril Emblem a day later because he had followed the procedure and sunbathed for a full hour, but was still troubled by the small, frigid zone at night. For his safety, he had to return the Mithril Emblem a day later.

More importantly, on the surface, if the second outbreak of the Snow Demon's rampage was indeed related to the Bald family, anyone with a modicum of intelligence would understand that they shouldn't have deliberately triggered the Snow Demon's second rampage just one day after returning the Mithril Emblem.

That would be too easy to arouse suspicion.

If you follow this line of thought, most people would believe that the Bald family is innocent and that the conspirators behind the scenes are deliberately shifting suspicion onto the innocent Bald father and son.

In this way, the Baldr family was clearly exonerated.

This is the second floor.

Xia Fa understood that Pompey was taking advantage of the fact that the clever people in the church thought "things can't be done so obviously, and doubts can't be so obvious," and was blatantly letting the Baldr family carry out his plans.

Fortunately, now that I'm on the third level, I have a complete and thorough understanding of Pompeii's initial plans.

Looking at the hundreds of refugee corpses on the ground, and thinking of Pompeii's meticulous plan, Xia Fa felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, an uncontrollable anger rose within him.

During this period, a large number of refugees poured into Rum and two other small towns, and many even entered Augustus.

In this situation, if one or two refugees die every day, no one will even notice.

Even the city's security guards would push cartloads of corpses of refugees who had starved or died of disease outside the city every day to be burned.

It is probably because of this that Pompeii had the opportunity to kidnap so many refugees.

At this moment, Pompeii spoke in a calm tone, his voice carrying an inexplicable arrogance and superiority, as well as a hint of disdain:
"All the people you've brought in are useless trash. They can't even sign a secret pact, let alone directly cut open their bellies and stuff them with extraordinary essence. How are you going to continue creating runaway snow demons like this?"

Old Baldr trembled, his bloated belly quivering, and he lowered his head in utter fear.
“Father, as you know, the investigations have been very strict lately, and we have done our best.”

Pompeii looked much younger than him, but there was no doubt that he was indeed Pompeii's son.

Beneath Pompeii's blond, slicked-back hair, a flicker of disappointment crossed his sharply defined, high-bridged nose.
"Let's leave that matter behind, since it can't be rushed. But what about the other thing I asked you and Little Bald to do? It's been two days and it's still not done?"

The chubby little Baldr seemed less afraid of Pompeii, and cried out somewhat aggrievedly:

"Grandpa, you don't know, that bastard named Shafa killed the Snow Demon we finally managed to send to Rum City with a single blow, and not long after, Tyrene arrived, and then... that one actually descended as well!"

Xia Fa's heart skipped a beat. This little Bald dared to call out the name of Cardinal Tyrean of the Silver Church in the Kingdom of Augu, but he didn't dare to mention Patriarch Osius's name at all.

Moreover, this suddenly reminded him that after getting up close to Dictator, Patriarch Osius seemed to be even stronger in comparison.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. As the Patriarch of the Silver Church, who is second only to God, how could Osius not be an extraordinary monarch? He may even have signed more than one hegemonic secret covenant!
Without giving it much thought, he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation between Pompeii and his grandson.

At this moment, old Baldr also boldly began to complain:

"Yes, Father. Later, for some reason, that old man Tyrene stayed in Rum City. We couldn't find a chance to make a move. The next day, Shafa went to the underground cave with the Solar Prominence Nebula Team of the Silver Church. When they came back, they were even rescued by three demigods. We don't know what happened in that strange realm."

Pompeii suddenly waved his hand impatiently, his voice turning colder:

"It's no use saying all this. Tomorrow is the Fog Carnival, isn't it? While there are a lot of people, you two must kill Shafa. Otherwise, with this little bastard in Rum City, my plans will be thwarted again and again."

Seeing his son and grandson tremble at his tone, Pompeii's voice softened slightly:
“I can’t leave this basement easily now, so I have to rely on the two of you. There’s nothing I can do, since Shafa just happens to be a descendant of the Baal Beast. If he were any other type of descendant, he wouldn’t be able to use the Baal Blade, and I wouldn’t even bother with him.”

Old Baldr and Young Baldr suddenly knelt down, each promising to complete the mission.
The father and son looked very sincere; despite being blood relatives, they seemed to be expressing their loyalty to Pompeii.

A smile appeared on Pompeii's lips, but even in that smile, his face still held an undeniable air of arrogance and superiority.
"Well, you two are both Elephant-level superhumans, so killing a mere Fungus-level superhuman like Shafa shouldn't be a problem. Remember, be quick and aim for a one-hit kill. Don't give him the time or opportunity to call Baal Blade for help."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the refugee corpses lying haphazardly on the ground suddenly twitched, then sat up straight and began coughing violently.

Coughing and coughing, the refugee's skin visibly turned grayish-white, with black veins bulging out menacingly, and his hair rapidly turned white and grew longer.

Pompeii's eyes suddenly lit up; he was overjoyed.

"Quick, quick, bring that out, I..."

The image suddenly shattered, and Xia Fa felt the glowing sphere formed from his mind sinking downwards. In an instant, his consciousness returned to his body.

He wasn't surprised at all, because his spiritual intuition had given him a hint that the divination was about to end.

Xia Fa carefully analyzed the information and intelligence he had obtained.

His first realization was that the manor... did not seem to be the location of the Bald family's manor.

Previously, the Bald family had made the news because of his disguised entity, "Glutton," which detailed the location of the Bald family manor.

Due to the decline of the Bald family, they had long ago moved their estate to a place near the outskirts of Augustus.

But the manor he saw in the divination was clearly located in the most prosperous upper district of Augustus. Composing himself and without dwelling on it, Xia Fa organized the other key information he had obtained from the divination.

"I was indeed being targeted by Pompeii. Fortunately, he seems to be unable to move around right now, and can't even leave that basement."

"The Bald father and son are going to make their move on me tomorrow, huh..."

"And that last refugee...did he lose control and turn into a snow demon? Is that how snow demons come to be?"

Xia Fa recalled the scene before the image shattered. He was just a hair's breadth away from seeing how Pompeii had induced the refugees, who had gone out of control after absorbing the extraordinary essence and turned into snow demons, to become snow demons that went out of control a second time.

This is a technology that even the great scholars of the nine major churches have not mastered. Once it is revealed, it will surely cause a tremendous shock!
On the other hand, he had a vague feeling that the item that Dick Tudor needed from Pompeii was related to the technology that Pompeii used to cause the Yeti to go out of control a second time...

Xia Fa instinctively wanted to perform a second divination because he felt that he had only consumed less than one-fifth of his mental energy.

But as soon as he took out the citrine, his spiritual intuition began to issue a frantic warning, with countless terrifying whispers and frantic roars emanating from his ears.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the limitations of divination..."

Xia Fa put away the citrine, recalling the knowledge he had read in a mystical book about divination.

There is indeed a limit to the number of times a superhuman can perform divination each day.

The more divination one performs, the more likely one is to enter the Celestial Realm multiple times. This makes one more susceptible to the attention of those unknown beings, causing one's mind and spirit to be completely drawn away from the body, leaving only an empty shell that transforms into a mindless monster.

Only by signing a secret agreement such as a diviner's pact or a high-level secret agreement with an astrological master can the number of daily divinations be increased.

Of course, signing more secret agreements can also elevate one's rank and even status.

"In this case……"

After a leisurely afternoon strolling through the extraordinary market, the physical and mental energy that had been depleted by signing the supreme-level secret contract of the Silver Throne had been almost fully recovered.

Xia Fa stood up, clenched his teeth slightly, and a murderous glint flashed across the sharp edge of his jaw.

He decided... to strike first!

……

Augustus.

Inside the estate where the Bald family resides.

The Bald family's estate was not located in the upper town, but rather in a place closer to the suburbs.

Once upon a time, their family manor occupied a prominent position in the most prosperous area of ​​the Upper City.

However, with the fall of their ancestor Rydonk and the death of Pompeii, the Bald family was forced to abandon their manor in the upper part of Augustus City under the coercion and enticement of the newly rising nobles.

Instead, they chose this larger and more spacious estate, but also in a more remote location.

This place is almost at the lower city center.

It is a disgrace for a nobleman to live in a place similar to that of the middle class or even commoners.

The Baldr family had been actively trying to find a solution, which is why they had tried to host a banquet for Major General Ellis, the governor of Rum City, a few days ago.

This led to an encounter with a physical "bulimia nerd," which became big news.

However, Lord Glutton did not show the same friendliness he did later when facing the giants of Darkworld and Little Rieliro in the Bald family's banquet hall.

This, on the contrary, resulted in the Bald family not only failing to gain any prestige, but also becoming even more dejected.

They almost became a laughing stock among the nobles of the Augu Kingdom.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun had not yet sunk behind the distant mountains, and the sky was still bright.

In the underground wine cellar of this manor, which is located near the outskirts of the city and almost backed by towering city walls, old Baldr and young Baldr climbed out.

"Sigh, it's so tiring. Grandpa deliberately built the basement below the Milrise family manor. Every time I go to see him, I have to climb for a long time. And I haven't signed the Wind Pact or the Flying Manor Pact."

Little Bald complained, rubbing his waist. He was already obese, and even after becoming an elephant-level superhuman, climbing more than ten kilometers like this was still a bit too much for him.

Old Bald comforted his son, saying:
"It's alright, it won't be long. Before long, our family... will be able to regain its former glory, and perhaps even reach new heights!"

A look of longing appeared on young Baldr's face. Although he wasn't born when his ancestor Raydonk was alive, he had heard too many stories about the glory and legends of the Baldr family since he was a child.

The father and son dusted themselves off and walked out of the wine cellar back to the villa. Young Baldr even grabbed a bottle of 20-year-old dry red wine.

Old Baldr didn't bother with it. After all, he was going to risk his life to assassinate Shafa tomorrow, so letting his son enjoy himself today wasn't a big deal.

The father and son sat down in the luxurious hall on the first floor of the villa. Young Baldr picked up a wine glass from the tea table and very considerately poured wine for his father first.

Old Baldr looked at his son with satisfaction. His father, Pompey, had been too cold and strict with him, so since the birth of young Baldr, out of a sense of compensation, he had always doted on his son.

Fortunately, his son lived up to expectations and became an Elephant-level superhuman at the young age of just over thirty.

"Father, come, please have a taste first—"

boom! ! !
Baldr's words were abruptly interrupted.

The villa's gate was suddenly blasted open by a terrifyingly powerful force, and the thick mahogany door panels shattered into pieces that flew in all directions.

An extremely tall figure rushed in with incredible agility through the shattered door panels.

With a snap, Baldr's wine glass slipped from his hand, and a look of extreme horror and bewilderment appeared on his face.

It was a three-meter-tall metal humanoid, its body shimmering with a mysterious silver luster, and its elbows and knees were covered with extremely sharp spikes.

It's hard to imagine the immense power contained within such a body, which appears to be forged from mithril.

Within its silvery-white metallic body, every inch seemed to conceal a chilling, surging danger. So perfect, so perfectly formed, it seemed born for war and slaughter, and no one dared to stand in its way.

The three-meter-tall metal humanoid, with its silver mask, cast a majestic gaze, like that of an emperor, carrying a sense of judgment, looking down upon the father and son.

(End of this chapter)