Many newly rich people were deliberately targeted, even kidnapped.
The odds of such things happening were very low.
But he could not afford to let down his guard.
He held an artifact in his hands and was destined to live forever. No matter how small the probability, given endless time, it was bound to happen eventually.
So although he had acquired an artifact, he had not changed his daily habits.
The people he interacted with were still the same people as before.
Likewise, he had not changed his lifestyle.
He still played the classic role of a shut-in loser living in a rental apartment.
He was even more listless than before.
His whole body also gave off a greasy, rancid smell.
People like that made others turn their heads away after one glance.
No one would care about him at all.
The only people who might care about him were thugs looking to extort him.
However, public security in this city was excellent. Thugs would not extort residents; they only extorted merchants and people at the market.
This was how he kept himself hidden.
He believed that remaining hidden would help him stay unnoticed and lie low until he had fully developed.
He was now a level-four God of Creation.
Of course, his God of Creation level came from the Small World.
Thus, his power in the real world was naturally much, much weaker.
At present, he could only alter the properties of one kilogram of matter at a time, after which he needed a week-long cooldown.
The extent of the alteration could not be too great.
For example, he could turn lead into gold.
Because their densities were not that far apart.
If the density gap was too large, the amount he could alter would plummet.
For instance, if