There was a young man practicing push-ups horizontally with one hand, while muttering "seven thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven."
The young man felt very tired, and as soon as he uttered the next number, he fell to the ground.
"The young man had two purple eyes, the young man was Victor."
"Damn it, I can barely carry myself," Victor remembered, on earth even the best athletes couldn't do what I just did. But for a Transcendentalist at my level, I'm pathetic.
"Victor looked at the palm of his hand, and Hermes' mouth appeared inside it."
"It has been twenty-five days since I took possession of the treasures, and I have not rested since that day in preparation for things that will happen very soon."
"Victor could only think about the power levels."
"The power levels among Transcendentalists are divided into five domains, each domain is divided into three heavens."
"The difference between the heavens is vast, not to mention the domains."
Low-level Transcendentalist:
The first heaven.
The second heaven.
The third heaven. Virtual lifespan: 150 years
Mana: between (10d) and (500d)
Mid-level Transcendentalist:
The first heaven.
The second heaven.
The third heaven. Virtual lifespan: 300 years
Mana: between (10000d) and (500000d)
High-level Transcendentalist:
The first heaven.
The second heaven.
The third heaven. Virtual lifespan: 900 years
Mana: between (10000000d) and (500000000d)
Sacred King:
The first heaven.
The second heaven.
The third heaven. Virtual lifespan: 2000 years
Mana: between (1c) and (500c)
Sacred Emperor:
The first heaven.
The second heaven.
The third heaven. Virtual lifespan: 5000 years
Mana: (100000c) to (10000000c)
In the past, I was one of the strongest Sacred Kings, and I was the youngest. Well, that doesn't matter.** Right now, I need to eat something other than soup or I'll throw up.
"Victor went to his room and took a bath in his private bathroom, and changed his clothes into black clothes mixed with silver."
"He put his wallet in his pocket and left his palace."
"As he was heading to a famous restaurant in the city that he used to eat at in the past, as he approached the restaurant door, he raised his hand to open it."
"Then an arrow passed at terrifying speed, piercing Victor's skull from his right ear to his left."
Five seconds before the arrow pierced his head, Victor's thinking slowed down while his heartbeat calmed strangely.
Victor began to ask himself:
Where did the arrow come from?
My right, where was it targeting? My head, exactly my right ear.
Where is the wind blowing? To my south at a speed of ten kilometers per hour.
How fast is the arrow? A thousand kilometers per hour.
Through the data that Victor sorted, he was able to deduce the person's location, but what bothered him most was how he could take advantage of this information.
Victor was thinking even faster than before, as all these thoughts took two seconds after three seconds, after four seconds, after five seconds. The arrow was headed for his head in the same way.
While the arrow reached his ear, but the strange thing this time was that Victor's right hand was in front of the arrow and the other was pointing to the area from which the arrow came.
Then a mouth appeared in the palm of his right hand that was in front of the arrow.
The mouth swallowed the arrow and moved from the right hand to the left hand and took out an arrow similar to the previous arrow moving at the same speed.
The arrow pierced the assassin's shoulder from a kilometer away.
The assassin quickly got up, unfazed by his wound, and left his area while he was fleeing, muttering "Those bastards didn't tell me he was a Transcendentalist."
All this happened in a time frame of no more than six seconds.
Victor was bleeding from his nose, mouth and ear.
Damn it, if I hadn't been hurt, I wouldn't have missed the target.
The ability to think fast was something he possessed naturally, but Paradox's Eye had enhanced it to an unimaginable degree.
And the enhancement came at a cheap price in fact, if I want to take full advantage of this ability, I have to at least become a mid-level Transcendentalist.
Victor entered the restaurant and ate until he was full and regained his energy.
Then he returned to his palace and looked at Hermes' mouth, which in turn was badly injured.
Victor looked at the mouth and said, "If I had any more mana drops to give you, but I don't."
The mouth showed a sad expression.
This treasure really has a consciousness.
After exactly five days, while Victor was training, Victor looked at his palace, which in turn was dirty.
It seems that sending the servants had its drawbacks.
Then he hears the bell ring.
Victor went to the door, and as soon as he opened it, he realized what time it was.
In front of the door was a young servant in his late twenties, followed by dozens of servants and maids.
With a slight bow, he said, "Master Victor, our vacation is over."
Victor looked at him and said, "You have a lot of work to do."
The servants were surprised, but after entering, they realized what he meant.
The palace was full of dirt and dust.
The servants entered and began working hard.
And unexpectedly, the huge dirty palace was cleaned in half an hour and became new.
As Victor was on his way to his room to take a bath and sleep, the young servant from before came to him and said:
"My lord, you have a special message."
Victor took the message and looked at it with surprise, the message had no name written on it.
Victor opened it and read the only sentence written "Litch is out of jail."
Victor smiled and said, "Perfect timing, I knew he could get out anytime he wanted, why did he come out now? Is it related to the assassination attempt?
His expression then darkened, if only I had stayed in the city before I retreated, there are many things different from before because I stayed.
Ah, since Litch is out of jail, it doesn't seem like an idiot would try to assassinate me.
Victor went to the fireplace and threw the message into the fire and went to his room to take a bath and sleep.