Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 74 The Arrogant One, First Meeting

On the bustling Daniel Street, Xia Fa looked up at the bright and clear sky.

The blazing, warm sun hangs high in the sky, but it hasn't yet reached the very center of the heavens.

Yes, he left home around nine o'clock this morning, but now it's only a little before eleven.

All told, they didn't set off until 10 a.m., and although they experienced so many things in the Ghost Realm, it seemed like less than an hour had passed in total.

Moreover, a good half hour of that time was spent scouting the way, until they encountered the extraordinary civilian, Brar...

In other words, only a little over three hours have passed since he left home.

In Benedict’s mind, she would definitely take most of the day to return from her training trip, so going back after only three hours seemed a bit too fast.

With this in mind, Xia Fa immediately decided to go directly to number 13 Risle Street in Rum City!
……

Rum City is situated with the sea to the west and a desolate wasteland to the east.

As for the north and south sides, they are the other two citadels of Augustus, Brandy City and Riverwind City.

In the wilderness east of Rum, there is a dirt road leading straight to Augustus, overgrown with weeds, and with some abandoned stone houses and collapsed sculptures.

If you take a two-wheeled carriage, it will take half an hour to get there along the main road.

If it's a car, it only takes about ten minutes.

However, due to the difficulty in mass-producing internal combustion engines, cars are generally expensive, making them "large toys" that only the most powerful and wealthy can afford, while ordinary people can only dream of owning them.

In fact, many fishermen or farmers from Rum walk to the market in Augustus to sell their seafood or agricultural products, a journey that typically takes nearly two hours.

Xiafa walked along the intricate web of alleyways on Daniel Street, heading towards Risle Street, which was just one block away.

The alley was filled with shouts and noise, quite noisy, mostly from petty thugs who gathered together to gamble.

There were also petty thugs leaning against the walls where sewage was flowing, playing with knives or short firearms, ready to rob tourists from out of town who came to the alley for fun.

As Xia Fa walked over, the thugs ignored his malicious gazes.

Because these were all petty thugs from the surrounding neighborhoods, they naturally knew Xia Fa, or at least knew that he was a local from Rum City.

Although Xia Fa no longer recognized these thugs at all, as they weren't in his memory fragments...

The walk took about six minutes, neither long nor short. As Xia Fa walked, her thoughts began to drift away.

He suddenly remembered that he had not yet fully understood his Ether Source Secret Contract. So, even if he could obtain the Silver Throne, a hegemon-level secret contract, wouldn't he still be unable to sign it?
Moreover, it's still unknown whether Dick Tudor will make any demands.

After all, this was a top-tier secret contract. High-level secret contracts start at 10,000 gold pounds each. He didn't expect that this extraordinary monarch, Dick Tudor, would give him such a rare and precious top-tier secret contract for free.

However, it would be good to hear what conditions Dick Tudor might propose first.

Soon, he walked through seven or eight alleys and reached the end of the last alley.

Take one step, and suddenly everything becomes clear.

This neighborhood, located near the outskirts of the city, is a true slum; the entire street is a slum.

There are many fishermen and farmers, but far fewer lawyers, doctors, and clerks who represent the middle class.

As for nobles, they were practically nowhere to be seen. "Dicktius, a transcendent monarch, actually lives in a place like this?"

There wasn't much information about Risel Street in the fragmented memories. After leaving the alley, Xia Fa quickly began to scan the entire street, gathering the necessary information.

There was a small stall every few steps along the street, selling snacks such as fried dough rings, fried fish and shrimp, or pan-fried oysters.

For fishermen, dockworkers, and sailors who do heavy physical labor, this oily snack is perfect for replenishing their energy and soothing their restless stomachs during their free time.

Xia Fa then looked out of the city and saw vast fields of farmland where farmers wearing straw hats were working in the fields.

However, this winter was exceptionally cold, with a month of heavy snowfall, which delayed the arrival of spring. Then, a locust plague struck, resulting in a meager harvest.

This is why the church provides aid to so many refugees every day, including those who have fled from other places and farmers from the surrounding areas of Rum who can no longer make a living.

Xia Fa watched silently for a while, and just as he was about to look away, his eyes suddenly flickered slightly.

He saw several extraordinary individuals among the farmland... from the Silver Church, the Natural Church, and even ordinary people.

The extraordinary members of the Silver Church wear their signature pure white robes, with starry patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collars.

The extraordinary members of the Church of Nature wore emerald green robes, the color of newly sprouted leaves on branches in spring, with only thorny patterns on their chests.

As for the extraordinary individuals among the common people, they come in all sorts of outfits. The two that Xia Fa saw were dressed somewhat like bartenders.

They seemed to have each chosen a plot of farmland, and two of them waved their hands, scattering raindrops that covered their chosen plots, as if imitating rain to water the wheat that had just sprouted tender green leaves.

The other one had his hands pressed on the farmland, with a dark brown light shimmering in his palms, as if he were increasing the fertility of the soil, or perhaps fertilizing it.

Xia Fa watched quietly for a while, then looked away.

The number of extraordinary individuals is still too small, and only those who have signed the Water Pact and the Earth Pact or similar pacts can help the farmers in this way.

This meant that the famine remained unresolved.

However, the help from the superhumans was only a drop in the ocean, but it was better than nothing.

"If I become a demigod... I should be able to make hundreds or thousands of acres of land fertile with a single thought, and successfully irrigate and fertilize them at the same time, right?"

Xia Fa didn't dwell on why the demigods of the nine major churches or noble families didn't help the farmers.

Either because superhumans are so rare, or because demigods are even rarer.

Even demigods may not necessarily have signed water or earth contracts. For example, it seems that none of the three demigods, such as Tyrene, have signed these contracts or similar ability contracts.

Or perhaps the demigods all bear heavy responsibilities and have more important things to do.

He didn't want to worry about these things. Anyway, one day when he possessed the status of a demigod or even higher, he would do his best, and that would be enough.

As he continued thinking, Xia Fa suddenly stopped and came to a row of houses.

He looked up at the steel signboard of the house in front of him.

Number 13 Risle Street.

The place where Dictator, who became an extraordinary monarch at a young age, lived.

(End of this chapter)