Several months passed without readers having the opportunity to realize it….
Just as God had decided the time for every breath of a newly born mayfly, the brief duration of time that could never be felt showcased its ability, causing a change in each life in the forest that affected the larger ecosystem. One creature known to have the power to force nature to revise itself was Cassius, who was busy committing genocide throughout his days and was certainly the prime suspect. Even if the victim of the crime was changed to a living human baby, it was impossible for any kind of remorse to disturb his mindset; "They're fiction, existing only to entertain me," he said, a true gamer mentality honed by bias.
Some monsters have families, friends and lovers, or simply dream of eating humans with kitchen spices; the majority of monsters like to eat humans, but few of them enjoy raping them, those who live wild following the harmony of nature may not be entirely criminal. If monsters are just strange animals with ugly appearances, some mutated lifeforms accustomed to killing someone with one quick bite, perhaps it's not so bad to die at their hands rather than live alongside crazy apes with their strange rituals.
Time sails at the same speed between two worlds connected by chance, namely Luke's "real world" and the isekai world where a doll named Cassius lives. With a few subtle differences, time will pass automatically and the scene will shift instantly when the avatar in the fantasy world is unconscious, as illustrated... When Cassius sleeps to rest his body, which has been tortured all day long, in the next line the chatbot will display the scene when Cassius is awake (including when he is forcibly awakened); also when he faints, time will be accelerated during the process, either because of physical injury or purely due to physical stress.
Time that cannot be intervened in makes boredom impossible to prevent; the boredom of watching every change in the story is certainly torture for a cosmic being like him. However, from every atom of dust with the infinite possibilities of the universe... No sane person, even if he is the best unemployed person in the universe, can enjoy a repetitive story where the protagonist kills millions of slimes just to level up one number.
After his body was tempered by extreme burdens every second of his breath, the limitations that confined him, a trap called humanity as a mortal being could be said to have disappeared. Without any real risk, Body Ascent could be used for as long as possible; even when he was unconscious, the burning fire still shone brightly, trying to protect him from every danger of the outside world. Regardless of whether he is a guru cheater, a ban would definitely occur if he played too brutally; his body would still suffer degeneration when the skill's power exceeded twice its intended function. If the original value of one of the enhancement aspects is 5 (let's say STR), then the continuous increase in statistics starting from the decimal point will rise until the safe limit of 10 is reached; Cassius can continue to maintain this skill and practice with it, gradually increasing the limit to 10.1 and so on.
As a god with unlimited Essence, even a cheap skill commonly sold by corrupt merchants can have effects many times greater than its intended function. Unlike his magic, which was revised and made stronger (even though he is capable), it was originally a weak magic with no significant function; if its activation was repeated endlessly with unlimited essence, its power would increase many times over (even if the original value was only 0.1). A group of elites, natives, or just novice cheaters, those who worship the local God in this world are considered the pinnacle of life. Skills that work by sucking up Essence clearly kill their users, so with this logic, even if they are theocratic fascists, they still don't dare to take the risk; that is one big difference between novice cheaters and a master cheater. As long as Cassius' body can consume magic from his God, he can treat that suicide device as a daily toy.
His level was high enough after the last time the corpse was resurrected, so there was space in his skill slot for him to create a new creation. The classic rule applied: the stronger the level, the fewer the number. From this logic, he thought of creating magic that could infiltrate through gaps in the system, a low-level skill with high-level power. Thus, a new power was born called Yarn of Earth, a thread with a durability as fragile as water, even a weak night breeze could destroy it instantly; hundreds of meters, thousands of strands, and even millions of essences were still not enough to make its physical durability solid. A mystical thread capable of reaching the soul, modifying and destroying, even tearing the space-time of the fabric of the universe.
The rough surface of its feet was created by his wild lifestyle, the two lower organs alternately stomping on trunk after trunk, wood as big as a highway naturally displaying a dark red color. With each one creating a strong impact, inhuman leaps were realized soaring high and far, he performed the movement repeatedly while scanning the surrounding area to destroy all forms of life. Unlike the vertical growth of an erect penis, the massive giant trees grow unethically winding their way to every corner of the place. Their unimaginable roots buried deep within the planet anchored all these fantastical plants; all that was visible were dangling strands, existing like a group of snakes trying to escape, or what if lightning had a solid but withered form because it evaporated.
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Now, the flesh armor that serves as a vessel for the foreign entity wears clothing made from the skin of a furry creature. The thick, tough, furry skin is forcibly pierced creating an outfit without arm extensions, the rough folds on the front of the body locked in place as the root belt around the waist tightens with all its might, allowing its little brother hiding underneath to dangle here and there. The bag attached to his back was made of the same material, containing a pile of meat from the victims he had recently killed; the roots he had tied were tightly fastened at the top, while he held the long rope in his left hand. With the expression of a corporate slave on his handsome face, he ate the pile of meat little by little during the journey.