Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 295 Cracking this mystery, choosing any eternal token?
"Ok?"

What you see before you is an elegant and upscale restaurant.

After being sucked into the chaotic void, Xia Fa only experienced a slight blur before his eyes, without even feeling any discomfort, before he was astonished to find himself in this upscale restaurant.

This left Xia Fa somewhat bewildered. He had originally thought that passing through the chaotic void beyond the second Ancient Mithril Gate would require an extremely fierce battle or something similar.

But now, inside this upscale restaurant, the sound of flowing fountains fills the air, the aroma of food wafts through the room, and all you see are aristocratic men and women dressed in high-end bespoke suits and elegant evening gowns, dining at round pear wood tables.

It seems there's absolutely nowhere to fight.

Even Xia Fa himself sat at an exquisitely crafted round table made of pear wood, with foie gras in front of him, topped with caviar and a small piece of mint.

Opposite him stood a very beautiful and gentle lady, dressed in a high-end black evening gown studded with diamonds, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. Her eyes and brows held a gentle smile as she gazed at him with a seductive look.

"Mr. Domi, why aren't you eating?"

Daomi?

Xia Fa wanted to look around to see if this gentle and beautiful lady was calling someone else.

But suddenly, a strange intuition surged into my mind.

Xia Fa suddenly realized that Mr. Doomi... was himself.

Or rather, after being sucked into the chaotic void behind the second Primordial Mithril Gate, he became the so-called "Mr. Daomi".

But apart from that, there is practically no information or intelligence available.

Xia Fa sensed it for a moment and was even more astonished to find that his extraordinary power had also vanished, as if he had become an ordinary person in an instant.

This……

A moment of panic welled up inside him, but Xia Fa immediately suppressed it and forced himself to calm down.

Initially, he estimated that if the battles involved in this "chaotic void" were completely beyond his ability to handle, such as having to fight a god or even an outer god, then he would immediately "teleport" back.

Anyway, when you explain to the entities, just say that you were inexplicably teleported away by the Chaos Void.

After all, based on the previous discussions among the entities and the information provided by the bards, of the nine entities of the Entity Redemption Society, less than five have actually managed to pass through the Chaos Void, and there are probably others who have had similar experiences to him.

However, to Xia Fa's utter surprise, this chaotic void would present such a scene!
Most importantly, the contingency plan I had prepared in advance—to "teleport" back if things went slightly wrong—also failed.

With no supernatural power left in his body and his spiritual intuition gone, he naturally couldn't sense the "hub" of the chair in the villa and thus teleported back.

"For now, it seems there's no immediate danger, so don't panic..."

Xia Fa could only console himself with this thought, and his heart calmed down as he turned to look at the elegant and beautiful noblewoman in front of him.

"I was thinking about something just now."

Using this excuse to brush off her earlier question about why she wasn't eating, Xia Fa casually cut off a piece of tender white foie gras with her knife and fork, paired it with caviar, and popped it into her mouth.

The rich and succulent flavor of foie gras immediately fills the mouth, paired with the unique taste of caviar. It has to be said that even if it is not an extraordinary food, it is quite delicious.

"The taste is perfect, which means this is indeed a real world..."

"I just don't know if there are any supernatural powers..."

Xia Fa narrowed his eyes, his brain working rapidly as he analyzed the situation.

The reason he suspected that there were no supernatural powers in this world was because the high-end restaurant was full of nobles of high status or great wealth.

In this situation, it seems very problematic that they are eating ordinary food instead of an extraordinary feast cooked with supernatural creatures as ingredients.

It's important to know that in the real world, nobles are mostly superhumans, and they naturally eat superhuman food.

With the delicious food in his stomach, and realizing that there might not be any extraordinary power in this chaotic void, Xia Fa felt inexplicably more at ease.

He looked at the beautiful and dignified lady in front of him, and tried to speak, preparing to find out some information.

But just then, the gentle and beautiful lady spoke first, her face showing confusion, but her voice was very soft as she asked:

"Mr. Doomi, who is the millionaire Fakeke?"

Fuck?
For no apparent reason, a sharp pain shot through my brain, as if some hidden memory was about to surge up.

Before Xia Fa could think it through, everything suddenly went black.

A blinding white light burst forth, as if ten thousand incandescent bulbs were exploding all at once before his eyes, almost stinging Xia Fa's eyes until they were dry and watery.

He instinctively reached out to shield his face with his hands, but suddenly, the white light vanished.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The clouds were gray, and grayness enveloped the earth; as far as the eye could see, there was a graveyard.

Green grass, tombstones, black umbrellas... and a group of men and women dressed in suits and black dresses mourning.

Xia Fazheng stood among the mourners, facing the only tombstone not far away.

The tombstone is made of grayish-white rock, carved into an arch shape, with only two lines of text engraved on it.

"Philippe Terry"

"15030-15057"

Xia Fa paused slightly, feeling that he vaguely recognized the name Philell Terry.

In particular, when he saw this tombstone, an image of a man's sunny smile flashed through his mind, as if he were confidently leading the steel metropolis.

"What a pity, Mr. Ferrier, only twenty-seven years old, just starting to build up his career, and he died like this..."

Beside her, the sound of a woman sobbing sadly rang out, her face also filled with sorrow as she gazed at the tombstone.

Xia Fa turned his head and was shocked.

The reason was that the woman was the same noble lady who had sat opposite him in that upscale restaurant!
At this moment, she was wearing a long black dress and a wide-brimmed black silk hat. Her expression was quite sad, but there was not a single tear in her eyes.

Xia Fa immediately saw through her feigned sadness.

Just then, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, which was neatly combed, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Domi, although Phil died unexpectedly and mysteriously, I hope it won't affect you. Your factory has a bright future, and I have high hopes for it."

The old man not only patted him on the shoulder, but also pinched his shoulder hard at the end, as if he were hinting at something.

Xia Fa frowned slightly, but suddenly a lot came to mind.

Phil... was his partner in starting the factory, his best friend and brother in the world.

The old man in front of them is their investor and the largest shareholder besides the two of them.

It was a rubber factory, and it already had several branch factories. Originally, he and Ferrier should have become rising business stars in this big city.

However, just a few days ago, Phil was found dead in his home by accident. The murder weapon was an axe. The murderer had almost chopped Phil's face to pieces and split his chest open, with his organs spilling out all over the floor.

These past few days, he's been busy with Phil's funeral arrangements, not sleeping a wink all night, and hasn't been able to manage the factory much.

Today, this investor appears to be here to mourn Phil, but in reality, it also serves as a warning to him.

"Father!"

A reproachful voice rang out, coming from the beautiful and gentle lady beside him.

She didn't say much, but the investor just gave a wry smile and left on his own.

“That’s how my father is. He values ​​investments above all else. Domi, you don’t need to worry. You can rest for a while longer. You’ve already arranged everything for the factory, haven’t you?”

Hearing her gentle and comforting voice, Xia Fa suddenly remembered who the woman in front of him was.

It was... his fiancée, Miss Bedell Trey.

The only biological daughter of the investor, Craig Trey.

"Thank you dear."

Xia Fa opened his mouth, wanting to say those words, but suddenly everything went black again.

White light, an intensely bright white light, erupted once more.

This time, it was as if a white supernova had exploded right before my eyes.

Tears immediately welled up in Xia Fa's eyes, stimulated by the white light, but this time, he did not try to block them with his hands.

Because he knew that the white light would soon dissipate.

"Hey? Domi, why are you crying?"

The voice of a vibrant young man came from beside my ear.

Xia Fa was momentarily dazed and found himself in a wasteland again, surrounded by bushes and weeds, with large and small boulders scattered among them.

He was no longer wearing a bespoke suit, but rather simple overalls and a white shirt, with a brown plaid beret on his head. He looked much younger, as if he were eighteen or nineteen years old.

Xia Fa turned his head and saw a young man dressed like himself, a factory worker.

The young man was full of energy, with bright eyes. Although his face was covered in grease, it didn't make him look embarrassed at all. Instead, it made him look full of fighting spirit.

“Philip—”

Xia Fa's throat tightened, and he called out that name. He had just attended Phil's funeral, and now it felt like he was back a few years ago, when they had just started their business. How could he forget his old friend?
Even knowing that he was in a chaotic void world and that none of this was necessarily real, the memories that the chaotic void had given him, as well as the world itself, all seemed so real.

For some reason, Xia Fa himself also felt a sense of familiarity towards his old friend, Philier.

"Hmm? Domi, what's wrong?"

Phil turned his head and looked over, then suddenly grinned mischievously:
"Did you break up with your boyfriend? We agreed to come out and have a smoke together, why are you crying by yourself?"

Xia Fa wiped away the dried tears on her face and forced a smile:

"No, sand just got into my eyes."

Phil didn't delve into the matter further, lest he embarrass his old friend. He suddenly looked at the wasteland, his ambition growing stronger.

Beyond the wasteland lay a metropolis forged from steam and steel, with huge advertising billboards, heavily made-up women on the streets, and shops everywhere, all telling the story of this bustling metropolis.

“This wasteland is a good place. I went to the city a few days ago and saw that many factories and small workshops need rubber as a raw material.”

Philell sighed and continued:

“We don’t have rubber trees here, and nobody produces rubber. If we want to buy some, we have to go to another city thousands of miles away. If we could buy this wasteland and build a rubber factory…”

Xia Fa listened intently, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he inexplicably spoke:
"Where's the money? Where will the money come from? We're just steelworkers."

Phil smiled mysteriously:
“I recently met a big boss who has money and sources and distribution channels for rubber raw materials. He just needs someone who is willing to work hard and understands rubber production. After I settle this week’s wages in a few days, I plan to go to Baili City to visit and learn how those rubber factories operate.”

White Pear City is home to the world's largest concentration of rubber factories.

Looking at Philier's energetic appearance, and thinking about his bizarre death a few years later, Xia Fa felt a strange mix of emotions welling up in his heart.

Suddenly, Phil turned his head and immediately saw the inexplicably complicated expression on Shafa's face.

For some reason, he seemed to have misunderstood, grinned, and said:
"Why are you making that strange face? Are you trying to ask why I'm so motivated and hardworking every day?"

Xia Fazheng didn't know what to say, and he was afraid that if he exposed himself or gave the wrong answer, he might fail to enter the chaotic void.

Upon hearing Phil's words, he quickly realized what was happening and readily agreed.
"Yeah, why?"

Philell's gaze suddenly turned wistful, tinged with a hint of reminiscence:
"I'm telling you, but don't laugh at me."

Xia Fa continued:
"tell me the story."

Phil suddenly adopted a very serious and earnest tone, his expression sincere:

"Domi, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. This is a secret between us brothers, and only the two of us can know it."

Seeing his solemn expression, Xia Fa also became serious and slowly nodded:
"Yes, don't worry, I will never tell anyone. Go ahead and tell me."

Seeing that he had agreed, Philill's face suddenly showed a relieved expression, and his eyes took on a naive look:
"That was when I was little. All I knew was to pick chamomile and iris around the village all day and sell them to the medicine merchants in town to earn money to supplement my family's income. Occasionally, I would buy myself some candy."

"At that time, I didn't have any particular thoughts. Like other children in the village, I just wanted to grow up quickly, move out of my home after I became an adult, and then go to town to work or become a hunter until I saved enough money to build my own house, then marry a woman from a neighboring village and start my own family."

"Until one day, someone came along and changed my destiny."

Phil suddenly brightened up, as if after many years, the thought of that person still filled him with passion.

"That day, the usually quiet village suddenly became lively."

"The uncles and elders in the village all got up early in the morning, each bringing out the best food from their homes. They gathered in the village square and began cooking all sorts of delicious food that can only be eaten at Christmas."

"We kids didn't know anything back then. We just followed the adults around and joined in the fun, occasionally stealing a piece of pork knuckle or a slice of sausage to satisfy our cravings."

"Until noon, we finally understood what was so important that the whole village had to make such a fuss."

"He was a wealthy businessman, a very rich businessman, who married the village chief's daughter who was studying at a university in a big city, and came back to hold a wedding ceremony."

"The wealthy businessman was dressed in a bespoke suit, a top silk hat, and even his cane was inlaid with gold. He rode in a luxurious carriage, followed by a large group of servants and maids."

"His second wife, the village chief's daughter, wore a wedding dress covered in crystals and diamonds that no one in the village had ever seen before. The train of the dress alone was ten meters long, and it was all held up by the maids with their hands."

"The food that the villagers had worked so hard to prepare was looked down upon by the wealthy merchant. He took out all sorts of delicacies that we had never seen before from the cart that his servants had brought."

"Tuna, foie gras, caviar, snails, ham... all prepared by his servants, resulted in an incredibly lavish dinner that rewarded the entire village."

"That night, we kids ate so much we almost swallowed our tongues. To this day, that dinner is still the most delicious and satisfying dinner I've ever had."

"In the evening, the wealthy merchant gave each villager one hundred gold riels, which was almost equivalent to several years' income for each of our families."

"The wealthy merchant left early the next morning and never returned."

At this point, a look of melancholy appeared on Philier's face, as if even after more than a decade, he still felt incredibly reluctant to see the wealthy businessman leave.

Xia Fa became more and more confused as he listened. What did this have to do with Philell's desire to work hard?
It's impossible that this wealthy businessman inspired Phil to want to rise up and become a tycoon himself, right?
The next moment, Philell suddenly perked up and clenched his fist:
"That rich man's name is Belfana."

“When I was a young child, I vowed to become like him after that day.”

"Then, something amazing happened. Maybe it was because I was so eager to become like him at the time, but a few days later, when I woke up, I found a tall, thin, wealthy businessman standing in front of my bed!"

"He greeted me very kindly. Although he couldn't teach me all sorts of knowledge, he was always there to encourage me and help me become like him."

"Moreover, out of everyone in the village, only I can see him. No one else can see him, including my parents."

Xia Fa, who had initially just listened to it as an ordinary story, suddenly seemed startled upon hearing this, and his mind instantly cleared.

"What...what's going on?"

Philell shook his head:

"I don't know either, but that wealthy businessman just appeared like that."

“He didn’t have a name, so I asked him to give him one. I took the character ‘fa’ from the name of the wealthy Belfana and named him Faqk.”

“From that day on, the wealthy businessman Fakke stayed with me, encouraging me when I was frustrated and comforting me when I was discouraged. I also stopped running around the mountains to collect bird eggs and dig for medicinal herbs. Instead, I often went to town to see how the shop owners did business.”

At this point, a look of emotion suddenly appeared on his face:
"However, when I was twelve years old, which was also the year I started junior high school, the wealthy businessman Fakke just disappeared."

After speaking in one breath, Philell turned and looked at us again:
“You know what, Domi, the wealthy businessman Fakeke… is practically the most important person in my life. I’ve never told anyone about this before, and you’re the first to know.”

"Because I'm afraid people will suspect I have a mental illness or paranoia."

“Although the wealthy businessman Fakk disappeared when I was twelve years old, his encouragement and comfort still appear before my eyes at any time and continue to support me.”

"This is why I'm still working hard now, because I made a vow when I was a child, and I still do now."

"I swear, I will, I will, I absolutely will become a millionaire like him!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Fa immediately thought of medical terms such as "severe schizophrenia," "dissociative identity disorder," and "delusional disorder."

However, it seems that this ghostly "tycoon Fakke" did not have much of a negative impact on Phil.

On the contrary, all of them had a positive impact.

Perhaps it was because of the wealthy businessman Fakke that Phil was able to start his own business successfully a few years later, opening so many rubber factories, frequenting high-end venues, and becoming a promising new business star in the eyes of social elites.

It's such a pity, if only Philier hadn't died such a tragic death...

Philell's eyes then became even more sincere:

"Domi, you promised me before that you would never tell anyone about anything related to the wealthy businessman Fakeke, okay?"

Xia Fa nodded and smiled:
"Don't worry, I've always kept my mouth shut."

and many more!

Just after responding to that statement, Xia Fa suddenly thought of something.

But at that moment, everything went black before his eyes.

This time, there was no more intense white light.

Suddenly, the darkness before my eyes spread out as if it were boundless, all the scenery disappeared, leaving only chaos.

And I stood at the very center of this chaos.

An ancient and vicissitudes aura lingered in the chaos. Xia Fa realized that the extraordinary power within him had returned, and his spiritual intuition could also sense the teleportation hub he had previously established.

He felt much more at ease, but since he still didn't know what had happened, he could only wait quietly.

Anyway, if there's any danger, I can just teleport back myself.

Just then, a majestic, deep, and resonant voice rang out from the chaos.

"Xiafa".

The voice surprisingly called him by his name right away, instead of calling him "Glutton."

Xia Fa was just startled.
The voice continued:

"You have already experienced three stages of Dao Mi's life. So, as long as you answer this question correctly, you will have passed through the Chaos Void. I will send you to the third Ancient Mithril Gate. Whether you can push it open is up to you."

Xia Fa instinctively said:

"what is the problem?"

The voice suddenly changed, becoming persuasive and persuasive:

"Tell me, who... killed Philill?"

(End of this chapter)