Nodding in response to Flita's words, Krune swallowed a Tier 2 Essence, feeling like his limit was being broken once again. For the next three days, he didn't consu a second Tier 2 Essence, noticing his weight increase by a kilogram daily.
As he was consuming blue fish constantly, the energy replenishnt rate was pretty high. Moreover, after twenty generations, a green fish was born. Krune was imdiately able to feel the energy it contained. It was on the level of a Mutated Motor Fish. At this point, Krune was already satisfied.
After all, a tiny green fish now had the sa energy value as a Mutated Motor Fish. After reaching this point, Krune began to weed out the weakest among the blue fishes, watching the number of green fish grow in number slowly with each passing day.
As the second reservoir was filled with fishes, they mated all the ti, producing eggs constantly. So, nurous fishes hatched every hour. He was pretty happy with managing them while obtaining more nutritious food..
Another twenty days passed before all the fishes in the second reservoir were now green. Krune then began to use them for food, smiling upon seeing the stupefied expressions of Flita and Wrister.
Wrister was finally unable to control himself, asking, "Sir Pestlor, how old are you? How do you know such mystical stuff?"
"I'm around 230 years old, so I know so…stuff," Krune said humbly.
"What?"
"230 years?"
Wrister and Flita were stunned into silence, staring at Krune with their mouths agape. Eventually, Flita asked after a hesitant glance, "Sir Pestlor, are you a…god?"
Krune gave her a knowing smile, remaining silent at the question, 'Even a First Stage Godly Fusion Realm cultivator is a God in the eyes of mortals. But since I'm part of the God Realm now and not the three realms below, I can only call myself a god when I reach the First Stage of the God Realm.'
Upon seeing his smile, Wrister and Flita felt like a boulder had been smashed on their minds, almost causing them to prostrate themselves before Krune. If it wasn't for the fact that Krune told them to act as usual around him, they would have prostrated before him and even built a statue of him to worship.
A Tier 2 human weighed between 200 and 500 kilograms. Considering the fact that he was only able to gain a kilogram per day, he needed around 10 months to reach the peak of Tier 2. Krune had ti, so he wasn't worried.
As for Wrister, even though he was slightly anxious that their enemies were pressuring them on all sides, beginning to attack their business and inco sources, he patiently waited while gathering all the evidence necessary to stage a coback.
As he had nothing else to do while healing, he focused all his energy on thinking up sches to cause the downfall of his foes.
As for Krune, he was busy growing stronger. Now that he began to progress in Tier 2, he noticed that his abilities had grown more potent while his physique was oozing with power. His healing effect was stronger now, while his developnt effect was already able to achieve the sa potency as a Tier 2 Essence.
As for his Cloud Whale, its maximum size was still 8 ters, but it was stronger than before, growing just like all his other abilities. Just that alone gave him enough confidence to puml the face of his enemies that had attacked him when he arrived at the city first.
Nevertheless, he wasn't hasty, calmly proceeding about with his tasks like a volcano that was about to erupt but remained immobile.
Two months later, Krune looked at a completely healed Wrister, asking, "How do you feel?"
Wrister moved his hands and legs, feeling that they were perfectly alright. He hadn't lost any strength in his regenerated muscles. He retained the sa strength as before he lost his limbs and received grievous injuries.
Wrister's figure blurred for a second in response. Before Krune could notice it, he saw that Wrister was prostrated on the floor before him, shouting at the top of his voice, "I, Wrister Ralk, vow to help Sir Pestlor to the best of my abilities."
"It's fine. Please get up." Krune waved his hands. "As long as you follow your end of the deal, I'm satisfied. I don't need anything else from you."
"Please give three months," Wrister told Krune, standing up straight as his eyes shone with killing intent. "Once I eradicate my foes, I'll be able to forge you a new identity without any issues. I still have enough people to do all kinds of work for ."
"Sure, take your ti." Krune waved his hand and returned to work, telling Wrister, "I have no plans of leaving this place until I reach the peak of Tier 2 anyway."
"Until the peak of Tier 2, huh…" Wrister looked at the ceiling before saying, "That ans I have eight months to complete his end of the deal. Otherwise, we might lose his support."
Even though Krune hadn't ant it in such a way, Wrister was a man of his word, unwilling to delay it that long in the first place. Besides, after eating the special fish and Krune's cooked food, he was unwilling to eat anything else.
Just that alone was more than enough to keep Krune by his side through all ans. Moreover, the food was highly nutritious and energy potent. It was enough for him to recover his energy and head into battles at least once every month.
In his eyes, Krune's worth couldn't be calculated. After all, the stronger Krune grew, the innurous tis his worth was multiplied. After all, he was capable of healing people. And suppose he reached Tier 5, he would be able to heal droves of people easily, making humans stronger, allowing more to fight without having to retire for losing limbs and lacking any Water Essence to heal.
So days later, while they were eating, Wrister recalled the healing energy Krune had used to heal him, asking after a mont of thought, "Sir Pestlor, what is the na of the ability you used to heal ? If it's possible, can you tell about it a little?"
"Why little? You know about it perfectly well. Plus, you've also known its na all along." Krune smiled, his gaze showing his bottomless depth as he responded, "That's my healing ability's na…"
"Water Essence!"
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