Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 130 The Silver Throne's New Ability: The Strange Changes of Bee Eggs!

Inside the off-white tree hollow, a giant iron-cast deer with sharp teeth, over three meters tall, lay quietly on the ground.

Its body was almost completely destroyed, with two holes, one large and two small, running through its chest. The wounds were filled with charred flesh and blood from the high temperature, as well as solidified, ruined silver.

From his left shoulder to his right abdomen, there was a vertical wound that cut across his entire body.

In addition, there was another wound inflicted by the destroyed silver, as if it had severed him in half...

Xia Fadu had to marvel at the incredible resilience of demigod-level supernatural beings.

But at that moment, he clearly saw that the two antlers of the iron-cast fanged giant deer... had actually fallen off on their own!

Then, densely packed secret characters began to appear on both of the deer antlers, one on the left and one on the right!

"Two secret contracts?"

"And... there are two high-level secret contracts?"

Xia Fa was overjoyed, never expecting such a gain!

Originally, he expected that he would either obtain a demigod-level extraordinary essence or just a high-level secret contract.

The market price of demigod-level extraordinary essence ranges from about 10,000 to 50,000 gold pounds, depending on its source, with 50,000 being the highest price.

As for high-level secret contracts, having learned from his previous experience, Xia Fa knew that the prices of different high-level secret contracts varied greatly.

For example, a high-level contract like the Weapon Emperor might cost a little over 10,000 gold pounds, but a high-level contract like Titan Might could sell for a full 50,000!

Instantly, Xia Fa's breathing became rapid as he eagerly awaited the generation of these two advanced secret contracts.

But he soon discovered that, perhaps because they originated from the same body, the two high-level secret contracts were exactly the same!

Both the types of ciphertexts generated and the order in which they are arranged are exactly the same!
Unfortunately, regardless of the grade of the secret contract, the real secret text can only be "seen" after it is signed.

Otherwise, Xia Fa would like to see if the poem is in the secret contract generated on this demigod-level supernatural being.

As the two antlers appeared, one on the left and one on the right, the last rune was generated. Xia Fa exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes filled with surprise.

This is because both of these high-level secret contracts are for "total control"!
A single copy of this highly sought-after, exclusive contract is worth 35,000 gold pounds on the market!

In other words, the hunt had just begun and he already had 70,000 gold pounds in his hands!

Xia Fa was overjoyed. He swept his hand across the two deer antlers on the ground and immediately put them into his black bag.

The antlers look like they were carved from steel, and with the cryptic inscriptions that have now surfaced, they have a rather mysterious feel to them.

Then comes the next challenge...

Xia Fa looked at the mangled, iron-cast, fanged giant deer corpse on the ground and began to ponder.

Any supernatural being must have some unique parts that can be cut off and used as extraordinary materials.

These parts either have special functions, such as the skin of a phantom shark, which is naturally capable of transformation and can be used to make clothing that can transform.

Alternatively, it may have special properties, such as being able to contain a huge amount of supernatural power, or being used to inscribe magical circuits. Even something that is particularly hard or particularly soft can be useful.

As for the extraordinary materials from demigod-level supernatural beings, they possess a variety of properties and can often fetch a good price at the extraordinary market.

But here's the crucial point: he doesn't know which parts of this iron-cast, fanged giant deer can be cut off as extraordinary materials.

Even now, he doesn't even know the real name of this iron-cast, fanged giant stag.

"How about we try a divination?"

Xia Fa suddenly had a flash of inspiration and this idea popped into his head.

Anyway, this demigod-level supernatural being is already dead, so a divination shouldn't hurt, right?

"No, how could I be so stupid..."

But then, he slapped his forehead and thought of an even more convenient and faster method.

That is... flipping through the book "The Mystic Exploration Record of the Fog Man" that I just bought not long ago.

Since it is a supernatural creature from the Misty Realm, there will most likely be a record of it!
Without hesitation, Xia Fa flipped his palm and took out the book from his black bag.

He didn't open the catalog or flip through the pages; instead, he held the citrine in his hand and performed a very simple divination in the form of meditation.

The purpose of the divination was to see which page contained information about this iron-cast, tusked giant stag.

Sure enough, spiritual intuition quickly obtained vague information from the astral realm.

"3...7...2..."

Page 372.

Xia Fa immediately turned to the corresponding page and sure enough, he saw a full-body sketch of the iron-cast, fanged giant deer.

[Chains of Restraint]

The chains of confinement are supernatural creatures mutated from whale-level Ironhorned Deer. Once mutated, they directly reach the demigod level.

[The chain of restraints is no longer a supernatural being in the ordinary sense. Its entire body is essentially formed from living iron chains containing restraining power. Of course, it can also freely switch between a biological body and a chain body, and this is not a superficial switch, but a real conversion with corresponding physiological characteristics.]

[The body bound by chains is as powerful as other demigod-level supernatural beings, and it also possesses three innate abilities, namely...]

Xia Fa quickly scanned the descriptions. Since he had already killed the "chains of confinement," his current focus was on how to divide them.

Soon, he saw the part he wanted to see.

If the chain-bound creature is killed in its chain form, it will only release demigod-grade transcendent essence from its body, without forming a secret bond. After the transcendent essence is completely released, its body will disintegrate into individual living iron chains.

These living iron chains possess a variety of extraordinary effects and can be used to forge the secret treasure "Azure Iron Cage".

If the binding chains were destroyed in the form of a biological body, then, like other demigod-level supernatural beings, it is possible that a secret contract or a transcendent essence would be generated.

If a secret contract is generated, it will definitely be a high-level secret contract or higher, and the number will vary from one to three.

In addition, its fangs are of exceptional quality, and its heart, if undamaged, is also an extremely rare and exceptional material.

The market price for each fang is approximately one thousand gold pounds, based on transaction records from multiple Fog of War festivals.

The market price of a heart is around 26,000 gold pounds, calculated using the same method as above.

In addition, its meat is rich in extraordinary power, but only the deer leg is edible.

Even if the remaining parts are cooked and then eaten, it will cause the user's body to gradually become steel-like, and the five fingers will turn into chains. Humans or demi-humans of angelic rank or above are not subject to this restriction.

Xia Fa read it all in one go and couldn't help but ponder it.

It must be said that these fog people are very dedicated to their study of the occult, as they have recorded such detailed information and even marked the prices.

That's good, no need to worry about being ripped off by that fat boss anymore.

Of course, as the saying goes, no merchant is without guile. Xia Fa understood that the fat boss was already considered decent. If it were any other superhuman who opened a mysterious shop, they would probably be even more of a rip-off.

"Teeth and heart are useful, but only deer legs are edible...?"

Xia Fa's gaze swept over the corpse bound by chains on the ground. To be honest, the name was quite strange.

Without hesitation, Xia Fa flicked his sleeve and took out the shark tooth folding knife. The steel ball inside the hollow back of the knife made a "clink" sound as he moved, striking the blade with a crisp, pleasant sound.

Xia Fa first used a shark tooth folding knife to cut off the giant deer's two legs, and then pried off its teeth one by one.

One, two, three...

Its mouth was full of messy, sharp teeth, some of which even protruded from the sides of its lips, totaling more than fifty!

The damaged ones probably wouldn't sell. Xia Fa counted them one by one, and there were a total of fifty-nine fangs, either intact or slightly worn!
One thousand gold pounds is equivalent to... fifty-nine thousand gold pounds in income!
Xia Fa then used the incredibly sharp shark tooth folding knife to cut open its chest cavity. Since its chest cavity already had a large opening, Xia Fa only slightly cut its ribs and successfully removed the heart.

The heart was the size of a watermelon. When it was alive, it was bright red, but after it died, it transformed into a shape bound by countless steel chains, resembling a poignant and solemn work of art.

Xia Fa observed it for a while, but seeing nothing special about it, he put it into the black bag along with the sharp fang.

He did a quick calculation.

Two high-level control contracts, 70,000 gold pounds.

Fifty-nine sharp teeth, fifty-nine thousand gold pounds.

One heart, 26,000 gold pounds.

Even if he didn't sell the pair of deer legs and kept them for himself, he still essentially made a profit of... a full 155,000 gold pounds!

This is practically equivalent to his total previous wealth!
"No wonder even a random spacetime-related treasure costs over 300,000 gold pounds. Demigods really make money..."

Xia Fa sighed. Currently, his net worth has reached around 330,000 gold pounds, not even counting the bank draft worth one million gold pounds that can be redeemed in three months.

Only 170,000 gold pounds are needed to purchase the supreme secret contract "Gate of the Stars" from the extraordinary monarch Dickeddo!
Of course, this is on the condition that Dictatore is willing to sell it to him at a low price first, and then let him kill Pompey and retrieve the item that Dictatore needs.

"Truly worthy of being a demigod-level supernatural creature... I wish there was another one."

Xia Fa sighed inwardly, but he also understood that it was only because the "Binding Chains" were critically injured and on the verge of death, and because the secret ability of the Destruction Silver within his Silver Throne could just happen to counteract its powerful regenerative ability, that it was able to achieve this.
Furthermore, its underestimation of its opponent also contributed to the fact that it was first injured and further damaged by its own use of Star Silver Charge and Destruction Silver.

Otherwise, as a mere insect-level being, he would have no chance against a demigod-level supernatural creature.

In this Mist God Hunting Ground, apart from the sleeping angel-level supernatural creature, according to Prince Justinian, there are only six demigod-level supernatural creatures in total.

Excluding the difficult-to-hunt Mistscale Dragon and the already dead Chained Dragon, that leaves only four.

Of course, Xia Fa was only thinking about it. He understood that it was unlikely that the remaining four demigods were in such a critically injured and dying state.

In terms of cost-effectiveness, it would be better to hunt whale- or elephant-sized supernatural creatures yourself.

"I don't seem very hungry..."

Xia Fa rubbed his stomach. He had just eaten lunch there, and the roasted lamb was probably only digested up to his small intestine. He wasn't hungry at all.

So he had no choice but to put the two deer legs into his bag, planning to take them out later to roast and eat.

Having seen that everything that needed to be dealt with had been taken care of, Xia Fa's gaze couldn't help but fall on the corpse beneath his feet, bound by even more tattered chains.

This giant deer, now missing its mouthful of jagged fangs, its legs severed, its chest opened, and its heart removed, was truly a mutilated corpse. It could have been simply abandoned, or cremated and buried, but Xia Fa felt it was a waste and a pity.

This is a demigod-level supernatural being!
"and many more……"

Suddenly, he thought of something and, with a thought, released the sensory shield against the bee egg on his right shoulder.

Once the sensory shield was removed, about two or three seconds later, the bee egg trembled slightly and actually woke up.

"Master...Master...Good afternoon."

As soon as the bee egg woke up, it greeted Xiafa through its spiritual intuition.

Xia Fa laughed:

"Come out here and see what this is."

The bee egg immediately responded:
"Okay...okay...Master."

Immediately afterwards, Xia Fa felt a slight itch on his right shoulder, and he immediately felt that the bee eggs had detached from under his skin and flown out along his collar.

Because he used the Silver Throne, his original clothes were burned by the high temperature of the Rhine Silver Mercury, and now he is wearing the close-fitting Phantom Shark Suit.

So the bee eggs were practically squeezed out of his collar, almost touching his skin, which made him a little itchy.

"Wow...Wow wow! Master, is this...is this for me?"

As soon as the bee eggs flew out, they sensed the giant deer carcass on the ground, and a clear joy emanated from their spiritual intuition.

Xia Fa, however, first asked cautiously:
"Can you eat this? Don't force yourself."

The bee eggs bobbed up and down in the air, seemingly mimicking a human nodding motion, appearing quite excited.

"Master, yes...yes!"

Xia Fa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:
"Okay, then eat as much as you like."

He had actually guessed long ago that the bee eggs should be able to devour the corpse of this demigod-level supernatural creature. The reason was simple: these bee eggs came from the "physical" Poison Patriarch Veronica!

In the face of a physical being, even a ruler is no match for it, so what is a demigod?
call out!
Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out from the tree hollow, and the bee egg crashed into the giant deer's body, then began to dart around inside its three-meter-long body.

Anything that comes into contact with its translucent egg membrane—whether it be bones, muscles, organs, blood, fat…everything—will be absorbed by it instantly.

It felt like a red-hot steel ball falling into a giant deer sculpted from snow.

Xia Fa was quite surprised, but also somewhat pleased.

You have to understand, this is a demigod-level supernatural being!

Even in his Silver Throne state, he couldn't completely cut it with his claws alone; at most, he could only damage some of the outer skin and muscle.

And this bee egg of mine devoured its corpse so easily, as if there was no obstacle at all!
"Bee eggs from a real body, truly extraordinary..."

Xia Fa sighed inwardly, but since the bee egg was now his pet, the stronger it performed, the happier he would be.

"By the way, after fighting this demigod-level supernatural creature for so long, my progress in understanding the secret contract..."

It was clear that the bee eggs would take a long time to be devoured, after all, the three-meter-tall giant deer was far too large compared to its pea-sized body.

Therefore, Xia Fa simply decided to understand the progress of the secret agreement right here in this tree hole.

"Keep an eye on things for me, and let me know if there's any danger."

Xiafa communicated with the bee eggs through spiritual intuition.

"Okay...okay, leave it to me, Master!"

Bee Egg responded decisively, which already showed a certain boldness.

Xia Fa shook his head and chuckled, but felt somewhat relieved. He immediately leaned against the off-white tree wall and entered a meditative state.

Gradually, he felt himself transform into a luminous sphere, flying towards the domineering, majestic contract standing at the boundary between his mental and astral bodies.

……

at the same time.

The entrance to the Mist God Hunting Grounds.

Squeak!

The twelve-wheeled carriage stopped outside the hall. The door opened, and Chestnut was the first to peek out, its furry ears twitching as it looked outside.

"Huh, those noble students don't seem to be here."

She had barely murmured a sentence when a girl's urging voice came from behind her.

"Why worry about them? Chestnut, let's get off the bus first. This time we have twice as many people as they do, we absolutely cannot lose to them!"

Chestnut gave a blank "Oh" and was the first to jump out of the car.

Behind her, a woman with an extremely hot figure, completely shrouded in a white priest's robe, also holding a staff, stepped out of the car.

Her high heels touched the muddy ground as she stepped off the car with remarkable lightness, her eyes darting left and right like a chestnut.

"They weren't there after all. They probably went into the Mist God Hunting Grounds first..."

Immediately afterwards, more than sixty young men and women stepped out of the twelve-wheeled carriage, which resembled a bus, all dressed in white or emerald robes.

Glenn was prominently featured among them, but Ethan and Fensny were not present.

As for the clergy of lower rank in the Church of St. Vivian, it was even less likely that they would come.

These sixty-odd men and women represent roughly half of the young archbishops or deacons in the entire Kingdom of Augu.

Some of them lived in parishes far from Augustus's capital and were transported there via a long-distance ritual teleportation array.

"We can't waste any more time. Let's go in right away. There are more than sixty people. If we lose to more than thirty of them, it would be a huge disgrace to the church."

The woman with the hot figure waved her hand, giving orders; she was clearly the unseen leader of the group.

Chestnut nodded its little head but didn't say anything.

Glenn, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, stepped forward and laughed:

"Don't worry, how could they possibly lose? Their strongest players are only Poincaré and Off, and there's also Daponz, who shouldn't be underestimated. The rest are just average, don't you agree, Ianser?"

The fiery beauty named Ianther nodded and said:

“That’s true. We have three whale-level hunters on our side, plus you and Chestnut who just broke through to elephant-level. Our chances of winning are very high. In short, just like we planned, we will form teams of three and hunt together, while advancing in all directions of the Mist God Hunting Grounds.”

Suddenly a voice came from the crowd:

"What if we encounter a Mist Scale Dragon? Are we just going to split the 300,000 gold pounds?"

Ianse replied without hesitation:

"You can discuss it yourselves when the time comes. Anyway, I'm not going to become Prince Justinian's squire. Besides, given the Mist Scale Dragon's vigilance, it would be very difficult to encounter him."

As they talked, they entered the entrance to the Mist God Hunting Grounds, and each of their hunting permits trembled slightly.

But as soon as they stepped inside, the church's elite members, led by Ianse, were stunned.

This was because they saw that their "great enemies," Off, Poincaré, and Daponz, were gathered with a dozen or so noble students, discussing something intensely and excitedly.

The sound could be faintly heard.

“I’m telling you, for us superhumans in the field of mechanical secrets, the All-Encompassing Forge is definitely the best. Why do you look down on the All-Encompassing Forge?”

"Tch~ Did I say I looked down on him? I just prefer the Celestial Spirit Master, that's a supreme-level secret contract that can subdue Celestial Spirits!"

"The Silver Throne is still better, anyway, my father, uncles, and other elders all highly recommend the Silver Throne."

“Poincaré, of course you’d be willing to sign the Silver Throne. If you could transform into a three-meter-tall metal humanoid like that one, and with your two advanced secret contracts, ‘Lava Burst’ and ‘High-Temperature Propulsion,’ wouldn’t you be invincible?”

"That's not entirely true. I'm not invincible. For example, if I were a demigod, I probably wouldn't be able to defeat the Overlord..."

Upon hearing the contents of this conversation, Ianser, Chestnut, and Glenn were all stunned, as if they couldn't believe what they had just heard.

Discussing the secret treaty of the overlords is nothing unusual; they discuss it and dream about it regularly.

Especially the two overlord-level secret contracts, "Forge of All Things" and "Eternal Conditions," which are considered semi-public information within the church, are the subject of much discussion.

Information about the "Silver Throne" is extremely scarce, almost entirely top secret.

At the same time, people like Chestnut and Glenn, who either had demigod grandfathers or had profound backgrounds, also understood that there were definitely more than three types of overlord-level secret contracts, and they had vaguely heard of the other overlord-level secret contracts.

But what about that three-meter-tall metal humanoid that those noble students mentioned earlier...?

Judging from what they said, it seems to be... the secret ability displayed by the extraordinary individuals who signed the Silver Throne?
And what's more, they actually encountered one alive?

Ianser and Chestnut exchanged a glance, both seeing the utter surprise and seriousness in each other's eyes.

No longer caring about the face-saving squabbles between the noble students and the church elites, Ianser immediately stepped forward and spoke forcefully:
"Poincaré, what were you just saying? Did I hear that right?"

Auf and the others had actually noticed the arrival of the church's elites long ago, as early as when the twelve-wheeled carriage arrived outside the Mist God Hunting Grounds.

They deliberately leaked this information to see the reaction of these church elites, in order to confirm whether the extraordinary person who signed the Silver Throne was indeed a church elite.

But now it seems... that's not the case.

Poincaré felt a sense of relief, but his face remained impassive as he said:

"Oh? You're here. You're here quite early."

Glenn, disregarding everything else, stepped forward and said:
“Poincaré, don’t be like this, tell me quickly, you haven’t really encountered a superhuman who signed the Silver Throne, have you? My God, this…”

Auf, perched atop the traveling slime, snorted condescendingly and said:
"I might as well tell you, not only did we encounter that future extraordinary monarch, but we even... witnessed him kill a demigod-level supernatural creature!"

(End of this chapter)