"Don't worry. I'll definitely lose every penny you spend on buying me a castle."
Warfarin rolled her eyes at him in exasperation, but still waved goodbye reluctantly.
The two of them had spent so long together as friends that it was impossible for them to feel nothing for each other. Besides, she was quite looking forward to seeing what his true body actually looked like.
As an expert in blood, she had also participated in designing Huang Cao's body, even offering quite a few suggestions that seemed feasible.
Constructing a body was meticulous work. Every nerve and every muscle had to be perfected to the extreme.
There had once been a line in a biology textbook: even the tiniest cell was more intricately constructed than any computer in the world.
Plants had weaknesses, and flesh had weaknesses too. Combining their strengths to create an ultimate life-form was what Huang Cao wanted.
After bidding farewell to Warfarin, Huang Cao moved his main body to the land Theresia had sold him.
The deed had already been handed to Warfarin, though it was barely worth more than a scrap of paper.
After all, the ownership of this land had already been announced across the country. Theresia was not shameless enough to take it back while he was not looking.
"Little Grass is becoming a great tree now! Environmental transformation project—launch!"
There was no doubt that this land was unsuitable for any living creature. Even creatures most adapted to Originium environments would have to take a detour around it.
The only thing that could be used here was the Originium resource. However, the higher the Originium concentration, the more frequently catastrophes occurred.
At present, this era had no technology capable of mining the resources in this region. If it were several centuries later, Theresia would never have been able to sell this land.
Huang Cao had no intention of mining the Originium here to establish a commercial empire, though the Originium Database contained the relevant technology.
Instead, he wanted to use the energy here to help construct a body for himself.
The youth, still in spiritual form, merely waved his hand, and a massive plant suddenly burst from the ground.
This was his true main body.
The youth's soul merged into the enormous plant.
"Now, the weed is becoming a towering tree."
The thought flashed through the youth's mind. He then activated his control over the primordial, gathering all the Originium veins within several thousand li and converging them around his roots.
At the same time, Huang Cao's already enormous weed-like plant underwent a violent transformation. Its outer skin gradually turned yellow before finally peeling away.
Returning to simplicity, it transformed into a seed.
The seed settled at the center of the roots that had been laid out earlier. It rapidly absorbed nutrients, growing from one meter to two meters, and finally to several hundred meters.
The original weed-like shape had long since vanished. In its place stood a towering giant tree.
Huang Cao wanted every one of his cells to be rich in Originium, with every particle of every cell serving as a vessel.
I'm going to become a humanoid catastrophe!
Wherever I go will become a land covered in Originium!
After this thoroughly chuunibyou declaration, the land nearest Huang Cao's main body gradually changed from yellow-brown to deep black.
Countless crystals transformed into streams of golden light that poured into the center of the great tree.
At the same time, Huang Cao's body continued growing. Its enormous branches gradually surpassed the limits of ordinary plants, while their color slowly faded, transforming from green into a brilliant golden yellow.
"This doesn't seem to be the power of Originium."
No one understood the changes in his body better than Huang Cao himself. After years of research, he had long since become an Originium expert.
The changes in his body were definitely not caused by Originium. Instead, they came from another, even more mysterious power.
This power bore him no ill will. On the contrary, it was actively helping him assimilate Originium.
Gradually, with the aid of this power, a Golden Tree six hundred meters tall rose from the land almost overnight, every leaf seeming to shimmer with golden light.
"This power is called Imaginary... But why do those two words sound so familiar?"
During the growth process, information seemed to have been etched into his genes, and he received some knowledge from this power.
It seemed to be a setting from another game. He felt as though he had heard it somewhere before, but he could no longer remember where.
The environmental transformation continued, and Huang Cao gradually constructed his true body.
The great tree's purpose was to purify Originium, not to serve as his body. Once all the Originium in his territory had been removed,
the collected Originium energy could also be used to construct an even stronger body for Huang Cao.
And this would take exactly one year.
During that year, Warfarin was responsible for gradually winning over the townspeople according to his plan.
A king without a people was no true king.
Huang Cao had no intention of guarding an empty castle and playing house.
The territory Theresia had given him was enormous, covering five percent of Kazdel's total area.
If it had not been completely worthless, that Demon King would never have sold off part of her country's sovereignty.
Although Huang Cao had purchased the land under the identity of a Sarkaz person...
The transformation continued. Because this land was so desolate, even such enormous activity would probably seem like nothing more than a minor catastrophe to beings who did not observe carefully. They would not spare it a glance.
A year later—or rather, three hundred days later.
A handsome youth with black hair and black eyes slowly walked out from inside the Golden Tree. All around him, plants grew in vigorous health.
The surrounding environment had also changed from being completely barren to a stretch of fertile black soil.
This person was Huang Cao, who now possessed a complete body. Its basic structure was essentially identical to that of an ordinary carbon-based life-form. Of course, that was only its outward appearance.
In other words... he could be considered a plant-type tentacle monster.
It was simply rather special in certain aspects, such as its extremely powerful combat ability and defensive strength.
"I should be strong enough to fight Little Cat Roll now, right?"
Huang Cao felt terrifyingly powerful!
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A certain Star God: Someone is finally putting my blessing to proper use!
While constructing his body, he once again saw the Goddess who had granted him a new life in his dreams.
The Goddess said nothing. She merely expressed her praise for Huang Cao's efforts to help the Sarkaz people.
For some reason, when this antlered Goddess praised Huang Cao, she actually seemed rather excited.
It was as though a boss had finally seen an employee doing proper work.
Huang Cao stretched lazily and looked up at the Golden Giant Tree, which was now eight hundred meters tall and radiated golden light like the sun.
The tree itself was several hundred meters wide, and the shadow of its leaves was large enough to cover a moderately sized town. Under such dazzling light, however, all shadows were meaningless.
The tree was now essentially equivalent to the skin he had shed. Aside from continuing to purify this region and suppress the formation of catastrophes, it had no other use.
In constructing his body this time, Huang Cao had focused on strengthening his regenerative and defensive abilities.
You can defeat me if you want, but you can't kill me!
If I want to leave, you won't be able to catch me either.
Of course, that did not mean he wanted to be a coward. On the contrary, this was the prerequisite for being reckless.
If I can beat you, I'll fight you to the death! Let's see who can outlast whom. If I really can't win, I can just run. You can't kill me anyway.
At the same time, after years of research, Huang Cao could also use all kinds of Originium Arts. Perhaps due to the Goddess's instructions, however, these Arts were not particularly powerful when combined with Imaginary energy.
They were inferior to using Originium alone.
By now, his strength should have been enough to easily withstand an army composed of High-speed Battleships.
However... with his current strength, if he encountered certain high-level elite units, it would still be difficult for him to defeat them completely.
Although there were no elite units present for comparison, as a Doctor who had played the game, Huang Cao felt that his current strength should be enough to easily defeat Patriot.
If Patriot did not run and instead fought him to the bitter end, Huang Cao could even kill him completely.
But if the other side's army consisted entirely of super-high-level elite units, then Huang Cao took that back.
If he encountered those, forget Huang Cao—even Theresia and a Sui Beast would be finished.
Thus, Huang Cao classified himself as a turret-type tank mage.
Call me when you need to clear mobs. You handle the fights.
As for taking hits... you go up and tank them first. I'll keep dealing damage. If I get assassinated, don't come rescue me. That attack power can't kill me.
Having a lot of health did not mean he was willing to stand there and get beaten.
Huang Cao now wanted to play a farming game—the kind that started with one bowl and ended with him becoming a feudal lord.
He was unwilling to become a Demon King or an emperor. There would be far too much to deal with every day.
Lying flat and slacking off in comfort was the philosophy of life.
But...
The image of the Blonde Goddess flashed through Huang Cao's mind once again.
Although the Goddess's appearance was indeed somewhat frightening, and her nails were terrifyingly long, there was no doubt that she had given him another life.
All right, in reality, it was because she was good-looking.
Huang Cao felt that a god like this clearly was not an evil god!
More importantly, in his dreams, She had actually used a gentle tone to ask him to change the miserable conditions of this land as much as possible and try his best to be a good person.
Goodness!
If She had been an evil god, Huang Cao—who had received a complete ideological education—might have put up a token resistance before completely falling into depravity and offering the world its final end.
Huang Cao was not particularly interested in saving the world. But compared with destroying it, he was still more willing to save it, provided that the world had not persecuted him.
He was living quite comfortably now. Why destroy the world?
Besides, the Goddess had not imposed any doctrines or commandments on him, which left plenty of room for maneuvering.
Being a good person doesn't mean I have to be poor, nor does it mean I can't enjoy myself.
What world's rules say that good people have to be poor and can't enjoy themselves?
Only when I'm comfortable can I make others comfortable~
Things had come to this point, so he might as well become a lord and properly lead his people into a great leap in productivity.
If he turned this place into a famous tourist destination known throughout the world, wouldn't he be able to count money until his hands cramped and party until dawn every day?
That would also count as fulfilling the mission the Goddess had given him. In any case, Kazdel's current situation could hardly get any worse.
Now that he had a body, Huang Cao's soul could no longer drift around freely as it had before.
Fortunately, he was Terra Superman. Relying on this body's strength, he could now run across land at supersonic speed.
It turned out that great strength producing miracles was not just an empty saying.
As long as the bicycle was sturdy enough and the cyclist strong enough, even a bicycle could reach cosmic speeds on land.
Following the guidance of the mountains and rivers, Huang Cao returned to his little shop after a year away.
By then, however, the town had already been dismantled almost completely. Warfarin and Huang Cao's sugar-coated attacks, combined with the fact that the resources such as trees in the surrounding area had been completely exploited, were to blame.
The residents had already been considering migration, and the two of them had provided enough travel expenses.
There would be food and drink along the way. Even after reaching the destination, if they found it unsuitable for habitation, they would still have room to turn back. At worst, they could treat it as a trip.
However, Huang Cao did not bring all the townspeople into his territory.
Only those who had received invitations were qualified to enter his territory.
My territory doesn't allow dangerous people. If you want to live here, behave yourselves and don't cause trouble.
Having blood on your hands doesn't matter. But was that blood shed for survival, or simply to satisfy your own preferences and desires?
If you wanted a city to avoid chaos, the people had to be normal first.
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