I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 741 - 540 Greedy Demon God Lord, Save Me! _2
Chapter 741 -540 Greedy Demon God Lord, Save Me! _2
“Hmph, do you think they aren’t just reselling it?” The Great Scholar scoffed. “We humans are inherently a weak race, with only four cities.”
“Other races come from much stronger worlds. Some have over twenty cities. It’s only natural their development speed surpasses ours.”
“Who is the strongest?”
“In this region, the dwarf clan, blessed with abundant geothermal energy, is the dominant race. We can’t help it. Their birthplace is advantageous, naturally near volcanic craters. Sometimes, life just isn’t fair.”
The weather was growing colder, and the howling wind outside sounded like the wailing of the world.
Even the temperature inside the igloo kept dropping, making everyone shiver uncontrollably.
“So if we find treasure, we still have to sell it to the dwarf clan?” The City Lord couldn’t help but ask.
The Great Scholar Constantine sighed helplessly. “Of course. The dwarves are relatively reasonable. Other races might just double-cross us, especially the goblin clan. Their reputation is horrendous. Don’t even think about doing business with them.”
“I see, thank you for clarifying.” A mysterious voice murmured, “How can so many races exist in such a freezing cold place? It makes no sense.”
“Why not? Everyone’s been living just fine.”
Suddenly, the Great Scholar realized something!
Who the hell was that voice just now?
He glanced around, cold sweat suddenly dripping from his forehead.
“Who just spoke?”
“Me.”
“Sir, stop pretending to be mysterious.”
“I am the Greedy Demon God, Lu Yuan.” The mysterious voice sounded from who knows where.
“Who are you? Where are you?” The City Lord tensed his body, the muscles on his face hardening, resembling an unmoving sculpture.
“I already said, I am the Greedy Demon God, Lu Yuan. Isn’t it you who dug me out? Why are you acting like you don’t know me now?”
Everyone widened their eyes, staring at the metal hunk!
“What is that thing?”
“Lord City Lord, we might be dealing with… a spiritual body-type monster. These spiritual bodies, you can’t see or touch them.” The Great Scholar spoke authoritatively before switching to cryptic language for communication. “They retain fragments of memories from their past life and may be attached to this metal hunk.”
“Of course, these spiritual entities no longer possess intelligence—or rather, their intelligence is very low.”
“Everything they do is merely a mechanized reflex. So sometimes they’ll give out random, nonsensical answers.”
The City Lord cautiously studied the large stone, asking, “Can such spiritual monsters harm humans?”
“They might try to possess physical bodies, attempting to take over! But as long as we hold fast to our spirit, it’s not a big problem. After all, our Extraordinary Levels are relatively high…”
“So there’s still some danger, isn’t there?”
The Great Scholar solemnly replied, “Lord City Lord, this might actually be our opportunity. This spiritual body may have come from the relics! Its fragments of memory could be immensely useful to us.”
“Understood. Then give it a try.”
“Ahem…” The Great Scholar cleared his throat and reverted back to their native language. “Lord Lu Yuan, when did you die? And why can you speak the language of our Wulan clan?”
“I’m not dead! I’m in an inspiration state. Learning languages is a simple matter, easily accomplished.”
The Great Scholar turned his head and lowered his voice. “Typically, spiritual entities always think they’re not dead.”
“If they admit it and let out their final breath, then they’re truly gone.”
Realization dawned on everyone, and they all nodded.
Listening to this, it sounded a bit like how mentally ill people believe they aren’t mad.
“Greedy… Lord Lu Yuan, what do you know about the distant civilizations’ ruins? Are they high-level relics?”
“Sigh, to be honest, their technological level was just so-so. A stronger anomaly could easily wipe them all out,” said the mysterious voice. “The key is to keep moving forward relentlessly, forward, and forward again!”
“It seems this lord isn’t too satisfied with his civilization. Their cities were wiped out by an anomaly.” The Great Scholar clapped his hands, drawing this conclusion.
Everyone was speechless. What was that supposed to mean? If such powerful cities could be “easily annihilated,” then what did that make them—a roadside ant?
The Great Scholar reassured them, “Don’t be alarmed, everyone.”
“Every civilization has its radicals. Even the most perfect civilization will have dissatisfied individuals. Besides, as for this Greedy… Lu Yuan’s grudge against the anomaly, it’s understandable.”
“That’s true.”
Just then, the large stone suddenly jumped, causing the entire igloo to quiver slightly.
Lu Yuan’s voice became fragmented. “It’s not that I’m dissatisfied, it’s that the enemy was too strong. We couldn’t win against them. Right now, I’m brainstorming ways to get stronger.”
“And who is the enemy?”
“Sigh, I don’t know!”
“Let’s hope there are no enemies here… Wait a minute, I think I’ve thought of something critical. If I create multiple Entropy Elements and combine them in different ratios, it might lead to an entirely new perspective…” Lu Yuan began to mumble cryptically, rambling on and on.
“See? This spiritual body’s intelligence is very low, like a crazy person,” the Great Scholar nodded seriously.
The group was convinced.
At this moment, the Greedy Demon God had entered a key growth phase.
Lu Yuan was indeed in a slumber, but the incredible thing was that his mind remained active.
Everything happening now felt like a dream to him, where he dreamt of a group of natives surrounding him. So he casually chatted to amuse himself, without any intention beyond that.
The igloo fell silent for a moment, as everyone stared wide-eyed at the metal hunk.
“Can we crack this metal hunk open?”
“Not advisable. Spiritual entities can’t last long in open air. Without a host, they’ll quickly perish. Since it hasn’t exhibited any harmful behavior yet, there’s no need to overreact.”
