socalfunplaces Chapter 817 - 344: Rapid Growth
Chapter 817 - 344: Rapid Growth
Aiven’s prayer was like a spark, igniting the desolate night of Grayrock Village.
His forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, feeling the chill of the earth seeping into his nostrils, his body shivering in the freezing air, but his heart was burning fervently.
In his mind, the divine majestic figure was gazing at him. Although indistinct, he could feel the other’s gaze reaching him across endless time and space.
His body trembled slightly with excitement and devotion.
At this moment, that majestic figure slowly raised its right hand.
"In the name of the Swamp, I grant you rebirth..."
A sound like the thundering of the heavens echoed.
A pale green light blossomed from the hand, brimming with life.
The energy surged directly into his soul.
In the next moment, he felt the power sleeping deep within his bloodline awakening slowly.
Muscles, bones, tendons... every part of his body was transforming.
The energy continuously enhanced everything about him.
In a mere ten minutes or so, it reached its pinnacle.
Crack~
He felt as if he heard the sound of eggshells shattering.
Subsequently, the power within him surged abruptly.
It was like a torrent from mountains sweeping away all obstacles.
His level rapidly rose from 9, to 10, 11... until it stopped at Level 15.
Only then did the power dissipate.
He slowly lifted his head from the earth’s surface, his face now full of madness.
His faith depth directly broke through from being a devout believer to a fanatic.
"Thank you, merciful Lord for your blessing..."
"I shall use my blood, my life, and my soul to spread your glory and let the world hear your teachings!"
The vague shadow in his mind seemed to nod slowly at his prayer, then gradually vanished.
When his thoughts cleared, Aiven stood up slowly.
The night wind was still biting, but he felt nothing.
Standing on the cold earth, like an ancient tree that has survived for centuries, so resilient and full of life energy.
Turning towards the silent village, his eyes lit up with an unprecedented brightness, his whole being exuded endless vitality.
Holding the wooden spear tightly, he turned and walked towards the village.
Each step was so firm and unyielding.
Bang bang~ Bang bang bang~
Upon hearing the solid and forceful knocking, the village chief, sitting silently like a rock in the dark house, finally seemed to gain a soul, slowly turning his head.
Hoarsely said.
"Who?"
"Aiven."
At this moment, his eyes gained some light, but it quickly dimmed again.
He wanted to refuse, but ultimately held onto a sliver of hope, slowly got up, and opened the tightly latched door.
The cool moonlight was penetrating the thick clouds, illuminating the front.
The tall figure cast a long shadow.
The despair from when he left had vanished, replaced by an indescribable vitality.
Just a glance revealed that determined and vigorous aura.
Like a general returned from triumph.
A state impossible to achieve after days of hunger.
"Aiven... what is this..."
The village chief’s tone was full of intense doubt.
How could such a drastic change happen in just a short hour?
At this moment, he seemed to perceive something, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice trembled.
"Your... your level..."
Aiven’s eyes were firm as he spoke.
"My Lord, the great Swamp God, has just bestowed divine grace, my level has risen to... Level 15!"
"I have confidence that I can lead everyone in the village to survive!"
Level 15!
In the endless wilderness, this level might not be much, but in this remote edge village, it’s already an extremely rare high level.
The village chief’s heart trembled, but it was still hard to believe.
"Is it really a gift from the divine spirit?"
Aiven’s internal power turned, and a fierce aura pressed outward.
Instantly, it made the village chief’s heart skip a beat and his breath freeze.
His eyes were extremely vivid at the moment, finally taking a deep breath.
"Aiven, I am already old and cannot lead the village anymore. Now you should lead the people... to survive."
As he spoke, the elder’s body slowly bent, kneeling on one knee, lowering his head.
At this moment, the moonlight shifted, and Aiven’s shadow enveloped the village chief.
The scene froze at this moment.
A few hours later, daylight broke, night turned to dawn.
On the small square of Grayrock Village, the bonfire had long been extinguished, only a pile of ashes scattered in the wind.
Over two hundred villagers gathered as the old village chief excitedly called, their faces still haggard but eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
The arguments of the previous night left everyone exhausted, the village chief’s sudden excitement made them feel strange.
Once the crowd had gathered, someone couldn’t help but ask.
"Chief, why have we gathered? Is the village migrating, or are we continuing to go out for hunting?"
The old village chief slowly shook his head.
"You don’t need to call me chief anymore... last night, I handed over the position of chief to someone more capable of leading us."
"Are you saying..."
At this moment, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and a tall figure was seen slowly approaching from the small path outside the village.
What shocked people was... he was carrying a massive, enormous black bear on his back.
With each step forward, he left a deep footprint on the ground, walking step by step to the front of the square.
Bang~
Using both hands forcefully, he threw the giant bear off his shoulders onto the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
Warm blood flowed out, the stench spreading in the biting cold wind.
It was only at this moment that his features were revealed.