Taking a cross-legged position inside the dark room, Damon entered his spiritual world. Looking at the fiery red nebula and the regal light element glowing, Damon's mood was complicated before he focused solely on the Fire element.
Using Beelzebub, he devoured the two red crystals and directed the vast energy of fire into the nebula for the stars to greedily devour it.
Like a dam opening, the vast energies residing inside the crystals descended upon the nebula, making it grow at a rapid pace.
Fire Vein — a Level 3 intermediate-rank supplement of the fire element used by magicians to reach the peak of Level 3 quickly. The mana it contained was vast and enough for a first-level intermediate-rank mage to rank up at least once.
Like before with stardust, the nebula grew to a larger size before the stars went erratic, destroying the barrier between the sub-rank and reaching Level 2 within a day, as Damon kept nourishing and stabilizing the stardust.
'That was 50 million Yuan.' Damon looked at the results in front of him. The rare vein only increased his rank by a single level — a rather disappointing effect considering the hype of veins.
Frustrated, Damon stopped cultivating and returned to reality, looking annoyed. 'More resources! I need more.'
Yeah, reaching Level 2 might be a dream come true for the majority of mages, but for Damon, it was disappointing.
Compared to mages of his level, Damon lacked control over the stars. Sure, he had only recently been able to properly cast intermediate spells, but honestly, compared to others who had resided at the same level for years or even decades, Damon's control over intermediate spells was laughable.
His daily control routine never stopped even after that, as he continued the practice — forming star diagrams wherever he could, making it so that they became instinctual.
A few days after the second awakening, other boxes Damon requested also arrived — a complete corpse of a Golden Mane Ape, a mid-intermediate-rank monster with a large body, packed in a box that barely fit in his garage.
A few more fire-related resources and some light-elemental intermediate-rank consumables were also delivered.
The magical energy of each element, though fundamentally the same, varied a lot from each other. Beelzebub allowed the conversion and infusion of energy, but depending on the nature, efficiency varied.
Same-elemental energy had a 99% efficiency rate, while other elements had a maximum of 60–70%.
The first thing Damon did was devour everything into his inventory once the delivery men were gone.
The very first thing he did was utilize the resources, devouring them to reach a higher level within Level 2 of the Fire element.
Not fully satisfied, Damon removed his mind from the fire element and focused on light. He was still apprentice rank and yet to reach novice rank in the light element, but now he was able to control two stars out of seven.
Finally shifting his focus to the massive gorilla corpse, Damon brought out the previously acquired Troll Finger.
Yeah, after a year, it was finally time for Damon to take the next step of his physical transformation — one he most yearned for.
Devouring the previously left wolf corpse followed by the giant gorilla corpse to gain the energy of biomass, he finally devoured the Troll's Finger.
[Species: Troll]
[Traits:
Giant's Body
Mana Muscles (Lesser Warrior Rank)
Troll Physique
Super Regeneration]
Ignoring the traits of Giant's Body and Troll Physique, Damon focused on the remaining two traits he desired — Mana Muscles of a much higher rank and Super Regeneration, the best kind in the entire world.
[Time: 336 Hours]
The changes were major — two weeks of time to be bedridden without a shred of consciousness. It was a lot, but given the benefits, it was worth it in Damon's opinion. He accepted it quickly, lying down on the bed.
His consciousness faded as Pride did its work, restructuring his entire body, replacing the old muscles with new, better, and stronger ones.
His genetic code itself was altered, adding new traits and healing mechanisms of the highest level in the world — far stronger than humans were ever meant to have.
***
"Applying as a hunter? Are you sure you can handle it? You're too young!"
Hello, pot.
'Too young? Me, Mo Fan?' Looking at the twelve-year-old little girl judging him, Mo Fan didn't know what to say.
As Damon underwent his second physical transformation Mo Fan instead moved along with the plot, already ridiculously powerful than his peers with two intermediate elements, evolving spirit world, level 3 Novice rank Summoning element and shadow element.
It had been more than two months since he entered Pearl University. Gaining magical equipment and desired resources as his notoriety as the Demon King spread throughout the campus, Mo Fan finally left for job hunting.
Rejected by the Hunter's Association for the role of an enforcer in the city, he now had no choice but to join private hunting guilds.
ClearSky Hunting Agency — one of the most renowned private guilds Mo Fan was recommended to. He now stood in front of the little girl, enduring her judgmental gaze.
"Lingling, is there a customer?" At that moment, from the deeper part of the shop came an old man's voice.
"Grandpa, he's here for an interview, but he's too young. I suggest that we reject him," Lingling replied to the old man before continuing to read the book in her hand.
"..." Speechless, Mo Fan looked at this little girl and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Being young is very good! Young men tend to not fear danger, but if they die, then it's a shame that they have yet to enjoy the greater things in this world," said the old man.
"..." Hearing this, Mo Fan felt extremely awkward.
But since he was already here, Mo Fan didn't want to get rejected at his first interview.
Just when he was about to enter the shop to talk about the interview with the old man, a lady walking hurriedly appeared at the street junction. It was obvious she was looking for the ClearSky Hunter Agency. She, however, seemed to have failed to notice the signs and entered a few other shops recklessly.
The woman entered the office of the agency, letting out her worries as she explained her condition to the old man. Mo Fan, who hadn't yet left, half-heard and half-admired the curves of the lady in front of him, not minding her tears.
'Encountering a MILF on the first day itself…' Looking above the beautiful face of the woman, Mo Fan let out a mental whistle. 'This place is just for me.'
He thought as he heard her plea, along with Lingling and the old man, who nodded seriously — though Mo Fan noticed the old man's pupils were focused on her cleavage instead.
'A perverted grandpa and a beautiful loli? Perfect.'