"How did you achieve this…I see," Compass Carburettor fragnt nodded in understanding, "You've influenced their minds."
"Yes, I've been nurturing the minds of every single individual to make it suited to reach the peak and gain the qualifications to attain Extre Providence." Hazen nodded, "I've also been adjusting the cause and effect of their respective actions."
In the entire Cultivation World, Balr was the first to attain Extre Providence. If Compass Carburettor, Rhizen, and all the Systems part of the Luck Genre hadn't rampaged around the Cultivation World, the generated variables wouldn't have been enough to birth Extre Providence.
It was such a high-level power aspect, for attaining that turned a Cultivator into a Martial Spirit that everyone part of their bloodline could awaken to in the future. This was an action worthy of being a Protagonist, for it was unprecedented until then.
Therefore, it could be guessed as to how much fate and luck such an entity would have amassed. Having been the Main Character in the past, possessing power in the domains of mind, cultivation, and cause and effect, Hazen could replicate that.
And once he focused desperately, he was able to raise cultivators that had attained Extre Providence in large numbers. That instantly shifted the status quo of the Cultivation world as everyone rushed to attain the sa, eventually birthing more and more of the sa.
Moreover, even though Extre Providence beca common in the end, that didn't diminish its value. After all, attaining it was still a protagonist trait. As a result, the Cultivation World's foundation deepened to unimaginable levels.
Usually, in cultivation, there were two modes to attain a breakthrough. First was through the culmination of resources, the standard way of cultivation.
But the second way was through inspiration. Usually, during a crisis, a protagonist would experience enlightennt that would allow their cultivation to soar and reach a higher state of being. Through his prowess of the mind, Hazen exploited that.
It was why, despite lacking the foundation to birth so many Extre Providence Stage Cultivators, the Cultivation World had them in such frightening numbers.
"You're still not done?" Compass Carburettor fragnt was surprised.
"Yeah," Hazen nodded, "There are still a few Martial Spirits left. Once even they fuse with a cultivator through Extre Providence, my preparations would be complete."
…
A Compass Carburettor fragnt arrived in the void above Faith Grounds as he communicated with the Lore and Tell-Tale. Imdiately, the tiline of Faith Grounds was inversed.
Originally, thanks to Zaira's sche, ti flowed within the Faith Grounds at a rate seventy tis slower than the multiverse.
At that ti, Lore and Tell-Tale couldn't overco that as Zaira was fully aware of Tell-Tale's power. But now that they had fused and were wholly under Compass Carburettor's control, he could actively modify them as he saw fit.
He didn't wish to do anything that would ss up the tiline. Instead, his actions caused all the power behind Zaira's efforts to be expended instead as the tiline of Faith Grounds accelerated.
From seventy tis to the multiverse, it slowed down until eventually being on par, flowing at the sa rate.
But imdiately after that, the speed of ti within Faith Grounds picked up, "Good!"
"This should last for a few years. That'll be more than enough."
…
"Ahjar! Where the heck are you?" A middle-aged woman shouted in a fluster as it was evening ti. She road around a village, tense, looking around as the rest of the villagers retreated into their hos.
"Whaccha, it's getting late. You should return to your ho right now." An old man, the Village Head peered through the window of his house and shouted in anger, "If you are out, that monster will be lured to our village. Don't pull the rest of us down just because of one person."
"That one person is my son!" The middle-aged lady, Whaccha glared in anger, "Show so empathy."
"My empathy is directed at the village. Your actions will compromise the safety of everyone here. You get it, everyone!" The Village Head shouted as spittle sprayed out. His cheeks were red from anger while veins popped all over his neck from hypertension.
Tssch!
A sizzling sound resounded suddenly, plunging the village into silence. The Village Head reflexively closed the window and huddled within his ho, motioning for his family to remain silent.
Even Whaccha turned still like a statue, slowly craning her head in the direction of the sound, staring at a trembling bush. She was terrified, wondering if the terrifying monster was lured to their village.
Thump! Thump!
It felt like the longer she stayed there, the more she was losing her lifespan. For a mont, she blanked out before soon, her legs were carrying her as she bolted to her house.
'N-No! This can't be happening! Ahjar, where the heck did you run away to?' She trembled in fear, praying for the safety of her son.
Creak!
Her door slowly parted open, terrifying her, almost causing her to faint, resigning from life. But a mont later, she was stunned, seeing a human hand clutch the door instead of the monstrous entity she had feared.
"Mom, are you here?" A boy barely fifteen years old peeked in and stared at Whaccha, smiling gently.
"You…" Whaccha instinctively pulled him into the house and shut the door hurriedly, glaring at him in rage as she whispered, "Where in the damnable place did you go?"
"Relax, mom. I just went to gather so herbs." The teenager, Ahjar lifted a bag filled to the brim with leaves.
"Damned idiot! Did you have to go out at this ti?" Whaccha felt the urge to beat him into a pulp, which she did but controlled herself after so bashing, "Just rest. We'll talk in the morning once it's safe out there.
"Fine," Rubbing his bruises, Ahjar slept on a straw mat, closing his eyes. His mother slept nearby, falling asleep imdiately. It was apparent that she was exhausted from stress and taut nerves.
'There's no monster here.' Ahjar sighed as he stared at his hand, condensing a crystalline fragnt full of mysterious inscriptions, 'I took care of it.'
He clenched the crystal, watching it fuse with his body as he focused, 'Good, I mined so valuable data this ti.'
His vision morphed as he observed Lore and Tell-Tale furiously searching the clobbered corpse of the monster feared by the villagers, wondering where its data had gone. Of course, they seed unable to trace it to the teenager, Ahjar.
'Just you wait, Zaira. It won't be long before I repay you all my frustrations.'
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