FUFU AND POWER
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[Host Has Successfully Broken Through Into The Golden Core Realm!]
[All Stats Greatly Increased!]
[All Skills Leveled Up!]
[All Talents Leveled Up!]
[All Traits Leveled Up!]
Chris floated gently down onto the platform. He suppressed his aura back into his body and took several deep breaths. His knuckles were still white from how tightly he had clenched his fists.
“They are going to pay, Li Yan. I promise you,” he vowed, his eyes still glowing with golden Qi. “Those bastards are going to pay!”
[3 Weeks Until The Lion Clan Expedition Team Arrives At The Fifth Trial Continent]
“I will be waiting,” Chris muttered. “Now I just have to stabilize my new power and adapt to all my skills, traits, and talents. But before that…”
*Void Storage.*
He dipped his right hand into the dark, swirling vortex and pulled out a hot pot of wolf soup, some yellow fruit, a jug of water, and a white, soft substance.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the rich aroma of the steaming soup and the familiar scent of the white substance.
“Mmmmm—haaaaa. This smells like home.”
Chris sat down on the silver-like tiles. The void sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in soft hues. He spread his legs wide, placing the pot of wolf soup between them. On a plate beside it, he arranged the white substance, with the yellow fruit and jug of water neatly placed nearby.
“Omo, person no dey fight with empty stomach,” he chuckled. [Guy, a person doesn't fight on an empty stomach.]
“Power is best used when the stomach dey full. Make I no go throw punch with hunger—my village people go just laugh me.” [Power is best used when the stomach is full. I shouldn't go throwing punches while hungry—my village people will just laugh at me.]
He slapped the white substance firmly, tore off a small portion, and molded it into a smooth ball the size of a golf ball. He tossed it into the air a few times, then dipped it into the hot wolf soup and swallowed.
“Kai… I don forget to pray oh!” He snapped his fingers. His eyes widened in realization.
[f**k… I forgot to pray!]
He quickly joined his hands together.
“Father, forgive me please. Na devil cause am,” he muttered. [Father, forgive me please. It was the devil that caused it.]
“Mtcheww… Sorry Lord… Devil no dey here. Na hunger cause am. Please Lord, bless this food and purify it in Jesus’ name. Amen.” [Mtcheww… Sorry Lord… The devil is not here. It was hunger that caused it. Please Lord, bless this food and purify it in Jesus’ name. Amen.]
[Saint Upgraded To Priest]
[For 1 Minute, When Activated Host Will Be Immune To All Attacks Within The Heavens]
Chris smiled. "Funny Machine."
He dipped another piece of the white substance into the soup and ate.
“Okay oh… Today na today. This thing doesn’t taste like proper fufu, but it’s alright. [Okay oh… Today is today. This thing doesn’t taste like proper fufu, but it’s alright.]
Na where meat no dey, person go dey bother about taste of fufu.” [When there's no meat, a person will start worrying about the taste of the fufu.]
Chris laughed, tears glistening in his eyes.
“Naija boy in the cultivation world. I go make family proud. I hope you all can see me from where you are.” [Nigerian boy in the cultivation world. I will make my family proud. I hope you all can see me from where you are.]
He gazed up into the sky, his mouth full of the soft white substance, meat, and rich soup.
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“How many did we lose to the second trial?” Yang asked, his cold eyes locked on the third trial continent visible in the far distance.
“Senior Yang… for now, the total is twenty,” the female researcher replied. “Some are still awaiting their turn.”
“Hmmmm. Pathetic,” Yang muttered under his breath.
“I… I’m sorry, Senior Yang.” The woman bowed her head deeply, her writing scroll trembling under the pressure.
“Inform Elder Hu that anyone refusing to take the trial should be killed immediately. And Tell them to hurry up!” Yang commanded, his fists clenched tightly behind his back.
“Y-Yes, Senior Yang.” Like a frightened rabbit, she swiftly left his presence.
*Weak disciples make me sick.* Yang thought. *If we succeed here and obtain a powerful treasure, our plan to rise above the Raider Sect will finally become reality.*
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“It’s been so long since we encountered a cultivator like that boy. Don’t you think so, White Fragment?” said the figure shrouded in dense crimson light.
“He’s still young and has a very long journey ahead of him, Crimson Demon,” the being clad in pure white energy replied. “For now, we sit back and watch. Let him decide his own future and fate.”
The two entities sat among a table of eight, everything around them bathed in shades of black.
“Alright. No interference for now,” the Crimson Demon declared. Reality tore open as he stepped through the rift and vanished.
“Hmmmm. What kind of cultivator are you going to be, boy?” The White Fragment smiled faintly, staring at the blue screen floating before him.
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