The construction of the wall continued steadily throughout the day, achieving an impressive 800 meters of progress. According to her meticulous calculations, whenever five devas worked together, they could only build about five meters before exhaustion set in. Initially, the devas were driven by greed, each eager to do more work to earn more rewards in the form of pills. However, they soon realized the immensity of the task before them and understood that the supply of pills was virtually inexhaustible.
This realization prompted them to start managing their cultivation more carefully. They knew that depleting their cultivation would necessitate a significant amount of time to recover, which would hinder their overall productivity. Therefore, a new system emerged: each deva would contribute to building one meter before taking a break, ensuring that they didn’t overextend themselves. This led to a cycle where each group of five devas built five meters before resting and allowing others to continue the work. This method proved effective, and within 12 hours, they had constructed 800 meters: 400 meters from the left side and 400 meters from the right side.
Despite this progress, she quickly understood that this pace could not be maintained indefinitely. Observing the devas closely, she noted that all of them displayed signs of severe fatigue as if they had been engaged in a deadly battle. The strain was visible in their eyes and their sluggish movements. She estimated that the maximum distance they could build in a single day was 500 meters. However, considering the physical toll on the devas, she contemplated reducing this target to 400 meters or even 350 meters. She understood that the work was incredibly demanding and that pushing the devas too hard would lead to complete exhaustion, halting the project entirely.
What worried her most was her demon’s inability to assist in the construction directly. While the demon had the power to manipulate the earth and materialize trees, it couldn’t contribute to building the wall.
Right now, another thought came to her mind. She realized that she and Ai had become lazy because they received everything for free without doing anything. This lifestyle had made them complacent. However, if went back, these devas were the ones to help Armad the most. They were part of the original battalion of 2,000 soldiers that Armad brought from the capital city. They left the best city in the world to follow him, believing in his vision and strength.
It was only once that he gave them the pills for free, helping them advance to the level of diva. After that, he never gave them the pills for free again—they had to do a lot of work to earn just three pills. She remembered how Armad could give her a thousand pills. At once she regarded the pills as valuable. However, over time, she began to see the pills as common as food. Though she always remembered how much she had helped him She intended to continue helping him eliminate the battalion of Ururu that was destined to attack in the future but that didn’t make her feel useless now.
Despite her intentions, she started to feel as if she had done something wrong. Had she taken advantage of Armad’s generosity? Was she truly worthy of the power and status she had gained? These doubts plagued her mind. She knew that her contributions in the previous battle and how he used her body to produce pills were significant. But this is not enough to reassure her.
She decided to comfort herself by rationalizing her actions. She had paid the price for the pills through her efforts and loyalty. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Armad might have used other resources to produce the pills. Maybe that was why he was also training Ai, to diversify his sources of strength and support.
What she didn’t know was that the system had forced Armad to choose her. Had the system not intervened, he wouldn’t have allowed her to know about its existence. This secret weighed heavily on Armad, and he decided to keep Ai in the dark about it. Even now, Ai did not know about the system and never would.
Determined to make up for any perceived shortcomings, she resolved to increase her efforts in helping Armad. She would train harder, fight smarter, and remain steadfast in her loyalty. She would prove to herself and Armad that she was worthy of the power she had been given. The road ahead was fraught with challenges, but she was ready to face them, confident in her abilities and her purpose.
At the end of the day, Ai emerged from her meditation, having expended all her pills. Initially, her vision was blurred, and she could barely make out her surroundings. However, after a few moments of blinking and stretching, her eyes adjusted, and she beheld a towering, gargantuan building standing over 70 meters tall. The structure was a marvel, constructed with stones of various shades—some dark and wild, others bright. Despite the differences, the stones were all of the same kind. Even though some stones were black, a result of the different demons who materialized them, the devas who were building the structure had meticulously systematically laid the stones, resulting in an impressive and predominantly white wall.
Ai quickly realized that construction work had already commenced. The air buzzed with activity as she approached the building area. She spotted Nusi and bowed, greeting her respectfully. Her eyes then swept over the devas, who were diligently working. Some devas were sitting and circulating their cultivation energy, while others were actively engaged in building the structure.
For a while, Ai stood there, observing the scene. She admired the dedication and effort of the devas, understanding the tremendous amount of work required to construct such a monumental building. After 30 minutes of watching, a thought began to form in her mind: how could she contribute to this massive undertaking? She remembered that the devas had to toil tirelessly to earn their pills. In contrast, she and the other women received these pills for free, along with additional ones that increased the toughness of their bodies. This disparity made her feel uneasy and lazy.
Ai’s mind wandered back to the previous battle. She recalled her minimal contribution and felt a pang of guilt. Even now, she wasn’t contributing anything substantial. Everything seemed to be handed to her effortlessly. This realization weighed heavily on her conscience. She glanced at Nusi and then quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Nusi had always been a figure of immense strength and dedication, someone who had made significant contributions in numerous battles. Her efforts were recognized and respected by all.
Feeling a deep sense of inadequacy, Ai lowered her head. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the only one receiving everything without earning it. She knew Nusi had a special relationship with their master, a bond forged through countless acts of bravery and loyalty. In contrast, Ai felt like an outsider, someone who hadn’t proven herself or earned her place. The weight of this realization was almost unbearable.
Ai’s thoughts spiraled further. She considered the possibility that her perspective might be skewed. Perhaps there were areas where she had contributed, but they were not as visible or as impactful as Nusi’s contributions. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to rationalize it, the feeling of inadequacy persisted.
As if Nusi knew exactly what Ai was thinking, she reached into her satchel and produced a small bag filled with pills designed to enhance muscle toughness. She handed the bag to Ai and said gently, “You don’t have anything you can do here right now. Take these pills and go back to your meditation. The only way you can help our master now is by increasing your cultivation power. I am quite sure that you will have many opportunities in the future to repay the help he has given you and all of us.”
Upon hearing Nusi’s words, Ai felt a wave of worry wash over her. She gritted her teeth, contemplating her next move. After a moment of hesitation, she accepted the pills with both hands, a reluctant agreement forming within her. She knew that dwelling on past failures would not serve her current purpose. She was certain that her current self was vastly superior to her previous self; the difference was immeasurable. Her old self couldn’t even compare to her current state.
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This transformation, she reminded herself, was all thanks to their master, Prince Armad. Ai silently vowed once again that she would remain loyal to him no matter the cost. Even if she were to be cooked, eaten, and brought back to life, she would not betray him. With a renewed sense of determination, she accepted the pills and headed back to the cave she had emerged from. Sitting cross-legged, she began to take the pills one by one.
As she meditated, she felt the effects of the pills taking hold. Her muscles began to grow tougher and more resilient. She quickly increased the toughness of her muscles from 30% to 35%, then to 40%. Within six days, she had surpassed 56% out of 100 in muscle toughness. This rapid progress was astonishing, even surpassing the speed at which their master had advanced.
Ai marveled at her growth, realizing there was something special about her that enabled such swift improvement. Unlike others, she did not experience any pain during the process. Her body seemed to adapt effortlessly to the changes, absorbing the benefits of the pills with remarkable efficiency.
Despite her lack of formal training at any cultivation academy or the guidance of a household filled with seasoned cultivators like her master, or found herself embarking on numerous travels, which left her ignorant of many intricacies of cultivation. However, despite this gap in her knowledge, she sensed that there was something inherently special about her abilities.
To truly grasp the uniqueness of her situation, it is essential to look back and observe the moment when she first awakened her cultivation abilities on her own. This event was nothing short of miraculous. She managed to enslave a powerful demon and inherited a hundred years of cultivation. This combined power was unprecedented among young cultivators, especially those who joined the battalion of Armad. Her extraordinary feat demonstrated an innate potential that set her apart from her peers, even if she did not fully understand the extent of her abilities. As Nusi had wisely noted, if she continued to cultivate and refine her powers, she would undoubtedly have the chance to repay King Armad’s kindness in the future.
While these developments were unfolding, another scene was taking place behind the wall they were constructing, deep within the other forest. Here, King Armad himself was engaged in his activities. From a distance, one might not recognize him as the renowned king of Tiriba, whose name was on everyone’s lips. This was largely due to his appearance; he wore only a pair of makeshift pants fashioned from animal skins to cover his modesty. His upper body was bare, revealing skin that, despite being coated in dust and grime, bore no wounds. Instead, it shone with the vitality of youth.
Armad’s hair was a tangled mess, further dusted with the earth, which spoke volumes about the rigorous meditation and physical training he had undergone.
Within the past week, Armad couldn’t know how much time his bone broke and healed. Apart from countless demonic Animals who are at the fourth stage of deva that he killed, on several harrowing occasions, he came dangerously close to facing demonic animals at the peak of deva, but through sheer will and strategic retreats, he narrowly avoided such confrontations. Even now, he remains plagued by doubts about his ability to either defeat or even escape these peak deva beings in combat.
The primary obstacle in his path is the overwhelming arrogance of these demonic creatures. They possess an air of superiority that renders them dismissive of minor skirmishes, such as those with Armad. This arrogance is why these beings have not escalated their interactions with him; they perceive the conflict as beneath their concern and thus, have chosen not to involve themselves further.
In light of his injuries and the ongoing discomfort, Armad made a practical decision to abandon the tedious task of changing clothes. Instead, he utilized the skin of a demonic animal he had slain to fashion a pair of makeshift pants. Despite his resourcefulness, his efforts yielded minimal results. His bone toughness, which had previously been improving, remained stubbornly fixed at 39% of its maximum potential. Progress had stalled at this level, leaving him frustrated and bewildered. Just five days prior, he had reached a milestone of 30% toughness, but subsequent attempts to improve his condition proved fruitless.
Armad’s frustration grew as he consumed over 1,000 pills designed to enhance his bone toughness. Despite this immense effort, he saw no significant advancement in his condition. It became apparent that the problem might not be with the pills themselves, as he had ample supply, but rather with some underlying issue that prevented progress. The more he pondered, the more he suspected that he had hit an invisible barrier—a wall he needed to overcome through some special means or strategy.
Desperate for answers, Armad repeatedly consulted the system, hoping for guidance or an explanation. However, the system remained unresponsive, providing no clues to resolve his predicament. After much contemplation, Armad reached a disheartening conclusion: his body might no longer recognize the demonic animals he was killing as significant or beneficial enough to increase the toughness of his skin. It seemed that the very creatures he had once relied upon for progress were now deemed inadequate, adding to his growing sense of frustration and helplessness.
Despite the pills he produces looking identical to the eye, regardless of the substance used, he is well aware that they are not the same. The effectiveness of the pills depends on the substance from which they are created. Over time, he has rigorously tested this phenomenon and consistently observed that some pills are indeed more potent than others. For instance, among the 10,000 pills given to him by the system, he has found them to be significantly more powerful than any he has ever produced. This observation leads him to estimate that the muscle toughness pills that Nusi took to enhance the toughness of her muscles—are more than sufficient for her needs. This is because these pills are stronger than the typical ones he produces from killing demonic animals.
Recognizing this disparity, he realizes there is a critical problem: the pills he currently produces, aimed at increasing bone toughness, are less effective than they should be. To address this issue, he understands that he needs to create pills of greater potency than those he has now. This implies that to achieve this, he must hunt and kill demonic animals that surpass the fourth stage of Deva. These more formidable creatures would provide the necessary substances to produce the potent pills he requires.
As he contemplates this, he considers that people in his current era know the power of demonic animals that have reached the peak of Deva. Such thoughts stir a mix of apprehension and determination within him. After some reflection, he begins to comfort himself with the notion that since the system has placed him in this formidable situation, there must be a way out. It seems as though the system is suggesting that he now possesses the strength to challenge demonic animals at the peak of Deva. Initially, this realization causes him anxiety, but gradually, a small smile appears on his lips.
Despite his reservations, he acknowledges that taking risks is an inherent part of his journey. Although he values his life greatly—aware that he has only one chance and that death would be irreversible—he understands that facing such challenges might be his path to greatness. This realization prompts him to set aside his fears and embrace the opportunity before him. With newfound resolve, he decides that he must confront the formidable demonic animals and see where this path leads him.
After some time, he stood up and began his meticulous preparations. The priority was to establish an escape plan in case his primary strategy did not unfold as intended. To ensure he was well-prepared, he calculated the distance he had already traveled within the forest and estimated the time it would take him to escape if things went awry. He also reviewed and honed his fleeing skills, particularly focusing on techniques that would enable a swift and effective retreat.
Before he initiated his escape plan, he activated a speed-enhancing ability that increased the toughness of his muscles by 30%. This enhancement would not only boost his physical speed but also improve his overall endurance, providing him with a critical advantage in a potentially high-stress situation.
He then positioned himself for a powerful leap. With a forceful push against the ground, he propelled himself into the air. Within moments, he had soared above the towering trees surrounding him, each over 19 meters in height. From his elevated vantage point, he surveyed the expansive forest below. To his astonishment, the current forest stretched out far beyond the previous one, its size magnified by at least twenty times. He estimated that the distance from his present location to the edge of the previous forest was around 100 kilometers, whereas the previous forest had a maximum extent of only 50 kilometers.
After some consideration, Armad decided that if he wanted to encounter a demonic animal who reached the peak of deva, he should go back to the beginning of the forest rather than venture further into the forest. Among the demonic rabbits he had seen, One of them indeed had reached the peak of deva. He knows that rabbits are known for their speed and fearfulness rather than power, he recognized that their speed was primarily for escaping rather than attacking. Without taking much time he decided to return, which will provide him an opportunity to test the speed gained from the 30% increase in his bone toughness.