Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 76 I, a Bacterium-level Transcendent, Hunt Down a Demigod?

Xia Fa was slightly taken aback, and her first reaction was to doubt whether she had misheard.

A top-tier secret contract worth three million gold pounds, Dick Tudor... is actually going to give it to me directly?

Although it is known that the Extraordinary Monarch is very wealthy, after all, in the entire Augu Kingdom, there is only one ruler on the surface, and that is His Majesty the Emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor is merely a monarch of mortals; it's uncertain whether he is a transcendent monarch. Therefore, Dictator, as a transcendent monarch, certainly wouldn't lack money.

But, a whole three million gold pounds, just like that?

This is equivalent to converting all of a nobleman's assets into cash and giving it to him!
After calming himself down a bit, Xia Fa spoke more earnestly:

"Just to get me to help you find that great being, it doesn't seem worth you going to such lengths, does it? Are there any other conditions? You can name your price."

Unexpectedly, Dick Tudor simply shook his head:

"No, I'm just giving it to you directly, Xia Fa. You have no idea how profound the significance is behind the Silver Throne, this hegemonic-level secret contract that you are about to sign. Consider it my gift to you."

He had barely finished speaking when he abruptly changed the subject:
"However, I do have one condition, another condition besides seeking that great being."

Xia Fa finally felt relieved. If there were no conditions, he might not have dared to accept it.

"Okay, go ahead and tell me. As long as it's within my power, I will do my best to do it."

Dick Tudor nodded slightly:

“Yes, I need you to help me kill someone, a… demigod.”

Demigod? ? ?

In Xia Fa's mind, images immediately flashed back to Lieutenant General Bedivere's punch that shattered the space within the sphere with a diameter of 10,000 meters, and the scene where Axo casually summoned two wooden figures that were 1,000 meters in size to block a lava tide that was also 1,000 meters in height.

He couldn't help but point to his nose, and said with considerable surprise:

"Me? Go kill a demigod?"

Dick Tudor chuckled slightly:

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s true, right now you’re just a weak fungus-level superhuman. Even if a hundred of you attacked together, you couldn’t hurt a demigod in the slightest. What I mean is, this matter can wait until you become a demigod before we do it.”

He paused slightly, as if thinking for a moment, before saying:
"For those extraordinary individuals with great potential, it may take twenty or thirty years to become a demigod, but for you, three or five years at most should be enough, provided that you live long enough to become a demigod."

Xia Fa said thoughtfully:

"So, you mean as long as this is completed within five years, your request will be fulfilled?"

Dick Tudor smiled and said:
"Ah."

Xia Fa suddenly thought of something and asked curiously:
"But as a transcendent monarch, why don't you kill that demigod yourself? It would be an easy thing for you."

Dick Tudor smiled and began to explain in detail:
"I knew you would ask this question. Let me put it this way: there are just too many people, even entities, watching me right now."

“My every move will attract their attention, and that demigod has something I desperately need, which I cannot let them know.”

"If you kill him, you'll naturally get the thing. Just hand it over to me then, right here."

Xia Fa listened attentively, thought for a moment, and then said in a rather solemn tone:

"Okay, I agree." Anyway, the time limit is within five years, so he has plenty of time to prepare.

Moreover, needless to say, he also planned to train hard for three months to see if he could gain more of that burning sensation and strange electric-like abilities.

Even three months later, you can continue to exercise and get stronger.

In this way, it would take a full five years to deal with a demigod... but once I become stronger, it doesn't seem so difficult.

However, for me right now, it is indeed as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"So... what was that demigod's name?"

Xia Fa asked the most crucial question.

Dick Tudor's expression turned serious, and he slowly uttered a name:
"Pompeii. Pompeii de Balde."

Pompeii de Balde?

Xia Fa was suddenly taken aback. The Bald family?
Wait a minute, the Bald family is already a declining noble family, and it seems that there are no demigods in the family.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the damaged mithril emblem and the snow demon that suddenly went out of control a second time.

I wonder if Pompeii de Balde has any connection to these things.

Dick Tudor suddenly sighed softly and said:
"I don't know much about the specifics of this demigod named Pompeii. I learned about him through 'Protoss Anti-Divination' and found out that he has something I need, just like when I suddenly appeared in the Protoss Realm to meet you."

“My men are also being closely watched, and that thing is of utmost importance. Under such scrutiny, neither I nor my men can easily investigate it.”

"So, this matter is actually quite troublesome. Not only do you need to kill him, but you also need to investigate this demigod named Pompeii step by step. However, you don't need to rush. It's not too late to do it after you become a demigod. Moreover, you must first protect your own safety and not be targeted by him."

Dikto said this at length with great seriousness, and Xiafa nodded slowly, indicating that he understood.

Suddenly, Dick Tudor flipped his hand, revealing a perfectly smooth wooden board without a single splinter.

The wooden board was covered with a hundred times more secret texts than the advanced secret incantations. Moreover, they appeared layer by layer on the board in a spatial layering manner, sometimes shrinking together as if they were breathing.

Without Dick Tui needing to say anything more, Xia Fa's heart skipped a beat as he recognized that this was the overlord-level secret contract he had been longing for—the Silver Throne!
"Then this is for you. To be honest, I've been collecting these for hundreds of years, and I've finally found someone who can sign them."

Dick Tudor smiled slightly, and the smooth wooden board in his hand suddenly disappeared, instantly appearing in Xia Fa's arms.

Xia Fa stroked the oiled wooden board in his arms, unable to help but imagine how many years this supreme-level secret contract had existed.

Now, it has fallen into my hands.

Dick Tudor seemed to be craving something. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the long table on his right, unscrewed it, gulped it down, and then handed it to Xia Fa.

"Want to drink?"

Xia Fa shook his head:
"No, I don't drink much."

Dick Tudor smiled:
"That's somewhat similar to that old fellow Patriarch Osius. By the way, you should understand, right? You must fully comprehend all the secret texts in the previous contract you signed before you can try to sign the Silver Throne. In particular, the Silver Throne is the one that requires the highest mental stability among the ten overlord-level contracts."

He seemed to be just giving a casual remark, but Xia Fa was somewhat stunned.

"Ten?"

Aren't there only three types of Overlord-level secret contracts?
(End of this chapter)