Yang demons had such short lifespans that they forewent names and only stuck with surnames.
Ji, Jiang, Yu, these were the most common.
Ji cried out, “Of the same surname? C-could you tell me more about him?”
Li Mo didn’t really know what a Yang demon’s surname entailed. But to humans, they represented clans.
All races saw their clan members as far more important than others.
“If he hasn’t been born yet, how do you know? Do you have the Profound Physique?”
The Profound Physique the same as Golden Child’s physique. Just that some races had a different name for it. Like Staff of Origin was called so by humans while the others simply called it time-space artifact.
“No, but two of my friends are.”
Ji shook his head, “I find it hard to believe.”
As a Yang demon, Ji knew intimately well of his race’s flaws. The creator was fair in giving them the best cultivation body in the world but with the limit of time. The creator was sealing their dominance of the universe.
Ji here had come in this world around three hundred years ago. To his delight, he found that in this world he could live on. But only later discovered his race’s gift wasn’t transferable.
It was because of that he lived for so long.
“I am 312 years old but that is only thanks to the God World. And have reached this age because my gift is useless. It’s funny how I cultivated for three centuries and yet not even ten days of progress was made.
“This world is the only way for us to live beyond 60.”
Li Mo smiled, “There are always exceptions. Or better put, luck and destiny.”
Li Mo’s friend reached a hundred years not because of his own power of course, but through great external help. And Li Mo had the greatest contribution.
Using up Staff of Origin’s origin power with no regard had improved his friend’s lifespan.
A pity it only went up to a hundred. Li Mo tried to extend it further but was impossible.
When his friend passed, Li Mo was thinking. If one day his friend stepped on the path of eternal life, wouldn’t his ending change?
Probably.
A hundred-year-old Yang demon could pinch a God Emperor out of existence.
He would be the true overlord.
Li Mo looked at Ji with a smile.
He used all he could think of in his past life, but was unable to help his friend go on one moment longer. But now there was hope.
Wasn’t it possible if he could bring his friend into this world at the limit of his lifespan?
‘It is possible!’
Li Mo asked, “Are there more of you?”
“No, I may very well be the only Yang demon in this world.” Ji looked glum.
“I entered this world out of accident. I once went to verify if I could get out and found out that it is impossible.
“My Gate is under Barren Galaxy’s control. In the real world, I can kill those Barren Ents like nothing, but here it’s impossible.“
Ji sighed.
One of God World’s rules stated that one had to use the same Gate through which they entered if one wanted to leave.
Yang demons were in the fifth level from birth, and it would only grow further by day. Regardless of their wishes, the weakest mature Yang demon was a peak ninth level.
“You mean in this world, Barren Galaxy’s boss is an Ent?”
As far as Li Mo knew, the race with the highest reproduction rate in Barren Galaxy was Stoneborn dwarf. They could pop out 8-10 new kids every two months. It was a far cry from Mara’s but it was still out there.
He was very familiar with the Ents in this galaxy. Their lifespan was among the top five in the universe and had a low birth rate, even lower than Yang demons. Centuries were needed for just one new Ent to be born.
Not to mention their numbers weren’t exactly booming.
The Yang demon smiled dejectedly, “Ents have made a comeback here because of luck. The first time they entered, there were only two thousand of them. Yet ten of them managed to get the highest level gifts.”
“Thanks to that, the Ents toppled the God World’s economy.”
Li Mo’s heart jumped, “The highest level gift? What level is that?”
“Level 9. The highest level gift in this world is level 9.”
“There’s no one with a level 10 gift?”
“No, haven’t you gone through the gift rullette when you came in? On it, the highest level is 9.”
Li Mo was shell-shocked.
‘Does that make me the only one with a level 10 gift?’
‘I may have reached it only thanks to the Staff of Origin.‘
Li Mo’s worry eased.
“Where are you going, human?”
Ye Li asked, “I want to learn skills.”
“Going to see the class trainer? No need, I know of a free class trainer. I’ll take you there.”
Ji had many questions for Li Mo, so he settled to cooperate with him for now.
Li Mo and Ye Li followed Ji to the slums. It was worse than East Street, a place where the poor natives lived.
Coming up on a rundown black smithy, the two now saw the all-class trainer Ji was mentioning to be a bulky blacksmith in his forties going by the name of Linnard.
“Welco-, isn’t that Sir Ji? Long time no see. You haven’t changed a bit, ha-ha-ha.”
Linnard wasn’t a player, but a native, what gamers liked to call NPC. But it wasn’t that simple. This world was game-like, but its people and everything in it were very much real.
“Grandmaster, my friends would like to learn skills from you.”
Ji took out two white ores.
“No problem. What would you like to learn?”
Linnard pocketed the ores and brought out the skill window before the couple.
