The whale moved calmly as if nothing had happened. He held a dozen spatial rings with satisfaction; the loot was excellent—beating up rich people was always profitable.
Vuorinen, on the other hand, moved quickly, his eyes shining with disbelief. That gigantic figure was only in the middle of the Spirit Fusion Realm, but he crushed twelve cultivators at the beginning of the Divine Origin Realm as if they were ants. And these twelve weren’t just anyone; they were supposed to be the most talented from the third largest sect in the universe.
If there was any doubt about his identity, it no longer existed. Vuorinen swore to himself that once he returned, he would convince everyone who was still skeptical; no one but the God of the Forge could be so absurd.
The trio quickly headed to the underground formation. Inside one of the spatial rings, there was a sphere formed by dense runes. He used it, and the entire high-level formation began to open slowly.
The whale opened his inventory and swallowed the entire formation; something this useful wouldn’t be wasted.
Finally, they could all see the image of the human trapped inside the formation. The sight was terrifying: he was so thin he looked like a skeleton, literally skin and bones. It was a man who should have been as tall as the whale, with black hair falling over his shoulders, dressed in animal skin.
Alm and Bruno sensed his vital energy and cultivation. Internally, he was strangely healthy for an average cultivator, but the Qi in his core and meridians was so thin and mediocre that it was hard to believe he belonged to such a great sect. Compared to the dwarves, who had gained their cultivation, this figure seemed even more insignificant.
"Heavens... he’s so debilitated... he’s dying," Vuorinen murmured, observing the young man.
The whale looked at him with a strange expression, realizing that his vital energy was dropping, but it didn’t seem serious. "He doesn’t seem internally injured."
"Those who cultivate the Dao of the Berserker God aren’t ordinary cultivators. His vital energy seems normal, but in reality, he’s in very bad shape, with less than 1% of what it should be," the dwarf replied seriously, his eyes reddening.
"That bastard knew this would happen. The formation kept him alive, but now that it’s been broken, he’ll die in a few minutes. He’s in no condition to recover on his own…"
The whale understood a bit of the situation and grew curious. He approached the skeletal human and touched his chest.
With his physical cultivation, his vital energy was so immense that he felt like, even if he stopped cultivating, his body would easily live for a hundred thousand years. Without hesitation, he withdrew 10% of what he had and transferred it to the human.
As soon as he pulled his hand away, he felt the human’s body tremble. Suddenly, his body began to inflate like a balloon. Quickly, his muscles swelled, and within seconds, an extremely muscular, robust man stood before their eyes.
The dwarf’s eyes widened. Everything happened so fast, and in just a minute, the figure opened his eyes.
"Huh? Did I sleep outside?" he murmured seriously.
Vuorinen chuckled with a slight smile. "No, young man, you were captured by another human, a Warlock."
"Human… wait… yeah, I remember…" he said slowly, placing his hand on his chin as if it was hard to think. "A sect friend, with a flaming head, invited me to eat a powerful beast he’d captured… so that’s it… I ate until I passed out!"
The whale was stunned. He only invited him?
"No, young man," the dwarf explained softly. "He wasn’t your friend. That human was draining your power and was going to kill you. We stopped him."
The human’s eyes widened. "What? Then… damn, Master told me not to accept food from strangers."
The whale sighed; he didn’t even know this human. Why did he feel like this conversation was going nowhere? The young man seemed like a complete idiot... was he really human?
"Young man, what’s your name? We saved you, so be more respectful to the Sir," the dwarf said calmly.
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He turned to the whale, only now noticing him. "Oh? I’m Rocky. When I was born, my mother said I hit my head on a rock… and it broke."
The whale remained silent, unsure of how to react. What the hell was he dealing with? A beast with no intelligence?
Vuorinen chuckled lightly. "Rocky, the Sir had to pick a fight to save you. Thank him properly."
"Yes, sorry. I mean, thank you!" The gigantic, muscular figure suddenly became as obedient as a child. He bowed deeply toward the whale. "The ogre brother is very kind. You saved my life, so I owe you my life."
"I don’t want your life, give me something concrete," Alm replied impatiently, and then thought of something. "You practiced the Dao of the Berserker God; I want it as payment. It’s as valuable as your life, isn’t it?"
Bruno jumped, ’You want to extort this idiot?! Have some shame!’
"Hm? If brother wants it, that’s no big deal," he quickly replied with a smile, while seeming to search for something in his leather clothes.
Quickly, Rocky found a small round stone and handed it to the whale, excited.
Alm took it, confused. But when he sensed its interior, he noticed a rune inside; it held a lot of compressed knowledge. It was a rudimentary type of Jade Slip.
’It’s really the Dao of the Berserker God! Did we get it this easily?’ Bruno exclaimed, stunned.
Alm smirked sarcastically and turned his attention back to the young man. "Well, brother, my name is Denil. You also brought..."
Suddenly, the whale’s face twitched for a moment. "I mean, thank you, that’s enough," Bruno said, taking control with frustration.
"No, no. This is a gift! My mother always said my life is the most precious thing in the universe. A small stone like this is worth nothing. Brother Denil, I’ll pay you back properly; I have many brothers and sisters who will help me with this debt. One day, I’ll manage to settle it," Rocky said, with eyes full of determination.
Bruno huffed, feeling bothered by his pure gaze; those eyes were completely innocent and free of malice. It was like dealing with a child, but in front of him stood a giant man.
"Alright, since we’re brothers, take this." Bruno reached out and touched his forehead.
Rocky didn’t move, trusting the whale innocently as if they were close relatives. Bruno created a faith rune and embedded it in his body.
"With this, I’ll be able to sense your presence. If you’re nearby, I can give you a shout," Bruno said softly, and the young man smiled, nodding.
Vuorinen chuckled lightly and asked, "Great, Rocky, can you make it back home?"
The young man turned to the dwarf and nodded. "Yes, sir. I know where my master is, no matter the distance. I just have to jump really high in his direction."
"Alright, head back quickly. But don’t follow or talk to any human that’s skinny," the whale said calmly.
"Yes! I’ll only talk to people as big as Brother, but..." Rocky hesitated, confused. "What if they’re not big in the belly? What if they have two big balls of fat above the belly?"
The whale squinted. "They have to be muscular, tall, hairy, and..." Bruno paused midway; what kind of recommendations was he giving?
"Forget that. If someone offers you something, remember to think of your good brother. I can help, no matter where you are." Bruno accepted the responsibility and the karma he created, giving a sigh.
He placed the faith rune, which could be used to see and feel him whenever activated. It was like a parasite in someone else’s body; any cultivator would destroy it and never accept keeping it. But it seemed that the young man didn’t care, or couldn’t comprehend what it was.
The Dao of the Berserker God seemed too easy to gain to be true; now it quickly showed its price.
"I’ll listen, Brother!"
*GRRROOOAAAN!*
Rocky spoke, and suddenly, a loud and prolonged growl echoed. It came straight from his stomach.
"So hungry... Brother, I need to eat, goodbye!" He exclaimed, bending his knees.
*CRACK!*
Then, he leaped with shocking power. He shot up through the hole connecting the underground and disappeared, leaving the planet.
"Hunger? This wild planet should have some beasts," Thea murmured.
Vuorinen sighed. "The level of wild beasts here is controlled. For him, that’s not enough. Now he’ll look for the first place with powerful beasts... and cause a massive problem."
Bruno was confused, but Alm, who was analyzing the Dao of the Berserker God, spoke dryly: ’This Dao has as much potential as physical cultivation, but it’s the exact opposite in terms of cultivation method, and the side effects are... peculiar.’
This was the third physical refinement Dao they had acquired. Physical cultivation was terrifying, but the resource consumption was as unbelievable as its power; even if a divine sect poured everything into one disciple, it wouldn’t be enough. At the whale’s current levels, not even resources were sufficient; it was something considered impossible, like dying to open the Gate of Death.
The Dao of the Demon God didn’t rely on resources, but on having as many people as possible cultivating the same Dao and training together to elevate each other. The physical level was lower, but at the same time, a large group with a frightening physique would be born together. That had its value, and there were some extra bonuses.
The Dao of the Berserker God, on the other hand, basically didn’t rely on common resources; they just ate, and ate; anything with vital energy was useful. It didn’t have to be powerful; if it was one realm below them, it was already very effective. But, of course, if it was something more powerful, the refining would be faster.
To start cultivating this Dao, one must undergo a baptism, creating Dao runes with the blood of demonic beasts. This process would create unique meridians in the body, and the side effects would be extreme.
’Just like the Dao of the Sword God, you can’t cultivate anything other than this Dao. Not because there’s a restriction but because it’s impossible. The Qi level and everything a normal cultivator should possess is severely impaired. If you just look at cultivation and common power, these people are weaker than dwarves who hardly ever fight in their lives. But their physique... the potential is immense and depends only on eating as much as possible.’
Alm explained, and Bruno was surprised. They found another very powerful Dao, but difficult to use. Not that it was a problem; they just needed to find the right people for it...
’It’s not just that,’ Alm added coldly. ’This Dao severely affects the cultivator’s mental power, replacing it with vital and physical power. In short, they regress in intelligence the more they cultivate.’