Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Chapter 243: Road to Becoming a God (Seeking Monthly Pass)_3

“So that’s how it is, thank you Mr. Lopes for clearing up my confusion,” Jack Clark slowly nodded.

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome,” Damon Lopes said with a smile, pleased that today he had finally regained some footing, managing to shock this abnormal guy a little.

Ha ha…

While Damon Lopes was in good spirits, Jack Clark also experienced a rare ripple in his emotions.

It was an opportunity related to the Supreme; such a thing must be contested.

Not to mention the innate runes, Law Fragments, God-level Resources, and an Origin Energy similar to the aura from ancient times.

Especially the Power of World Origin, which was the special energy the Thunderflame Emperor Beast needed to break through to the Mythical-level, clearly of extreme value.

Although reaching the Ninth Heaven Peak and going to the mythical world allowed one to Temper and extract from between heaven and earth.

But with a bit of thought, Jack Clark understood that such a painstaking method of Tempering and extracting was definitely slow, frustratingly slow, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many experts stuck at the Ninth Heaven Peak.

There was also the Level 9 Giant Beast that had fiercely pursued the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, becoming incredibly insane over that ancient Aura.

However, these matters were still far off, and soon, Jack Clark continued his studies and deducing from the Secret Book, making Damon Lopes on the opposite side feel somewhat distressed.

Hey, didn’t my words just now go to waste, brother? You make it awkward for me to even slack off now.

“Brother Callum, I’m going to take a walk,” said Damon Lopes as he stood up, eager to get away, or else he too would feel the urge to cultivate.

As Jack Clark was immersed in his cultivation, in Mist River City.

In the evening, after visiting a classmate’s home after school, Glenn Clark didn’t return home until it was almost 6 o’clock.

“Mom, I’m back,” a loudly shouting Glenn Clark pushed open the courtyard gate and saw his mom chatting with a woman in her thirties across the yard.

The woman glanced at Glenn Clark, then cheerfully said, “Sister Clark, we’ll talk another time, I need to go cook dinner now.”

“Hmm hmm, you go ahead.”

Since Jack Clark became the top individual at South Sky Martial Height, Doris Clark had been promoted to a middle management position within the company, with very little to do every day.

After working regular hours, she was usually the one making dinner in the evening.

Walking into the room, Glenn Clark was curious, “Mom, wasn’t that Mr. Rice next door? Who was that woman?”

Doris Clark replied offhandedly, “Mr. Rice and his family have sold their house. They’ve moved to another part of the city; their son lives there, and they went to help take care of their grandson.”

“The one just now was Ms. Davis, our new neighbor, and also a colleague of mine. She’s a very nice person.”

“Oh,” Glenn Clark nodded.

Soon after dinner, Glenn Clark rushed out the door with his fishing rod and basket, shouting, “Mom, I’m heading to the riverside to fish.”

From inside, Doris Clark’s voice came, “Come back early, don’t always fish till midnight.”

“Got it.”

Ever since he had started making money from fishing and even cooking the fish himself, Glenn Clark developed a keen interest in fishing, going to the riverside every day to sit.

Moreover, with nationwide personnel Mobilization, in recent times, fish over 1.5 meters with signs of mutation were almost all fished out of the river.

Glenn Clark had heard that someone even caught a fish more than 3 meters long, practically at the level of a Mutated Beast, which they could not haul up; the person was dragged into the water instead.

The next day, in the morning.

Clyde appeared in Banan Border City, a thousand kilometers away, challenging the local martial arts hall. He defeated the three Sixth Heavenly Layer Experts of the martial arts hall in a single move, sweeping them invincibly.

And all of this was broadcast live by Banan Country’s top Television Station, causing an even greater stir online.

“He’s too strong.”

“Yeah, that Overbearing punch shattered the atmosphere within tens of meters, like a heavy-yield thermobaric bomb with terrifying power, simply invincible.”

“But I think Darren Callum is stronger.”

“I think so too, that’s the man who slew a god.”

“Do you think Darren Callum will accept Clyde’s challenge when the time comes?”

“He should, they’re both young men in their twenties, who would be afraid of whom.”

“Indeed, just go for it if you’re a real man.”

While the heat online was fermenting and the discussion growing hotter, in a hotel room, gazing at the big screen, Mathilda Ward contemplated, “He’s drumming up support, making it impossible for you to refuse.”

Jack Clark said indifferently, “It doesn’t matter.”