“How the mighty have fallen, to be bullied by dogs on the plains!”
If only he had known things would turn out like this, he should have killed this bastard back then to eliminate all future trouble.
Wait!
Witch!
Come to think of it, the new company he had started from scratch in this other world had also been forced to disband because of witches like Susie.
Was this bastard the one behind it all?
It had to be!
Otherwise, how could there be witches in the Golden Plains while the regional barriers were still up?
They must have been there to restrict his development, waiting for the right moment to come and find trouble with him!
The more Huang Xingming thought about it, the angrier he became, and the aura radiating from him grew even sharper.
If looks could kill...
Well, in this world full of magic, sometimes looks actually could kill.
Unfortunately, Huang Xingming didn't know that particular trick.
“Can I not?”
Lan Qingyou tilted her head, looking at the old man, Huang Xingming, with a look of feigned confusion.
“I admit, your abilities are indeed stronger than ours right now, but that’s only for now!”
With that, Huang Xingming immediately shoved something into the mouth of Huang Wei—who was currently listless from blood loss after being stabbed—and then stuffed another into his own mouth.
Following that, a strange sound erupted from both of their throats.
Lan Qingyou didn't know what it was, but she didn't step forward to stop them.
“Clan Leader, aren't we going to stop them?”
Susie, who couldn't escape anyway, stepped forward to ask.
“Why stop them? It’s a good chance to see what tricks they’re trying to pull.”
Lan Qingyou didn't seem to care.
She didn't know what this Formation 505 was, nor did she know what the father and son had just eaten.
But one thing was certain: since the other party was using whatever they ate as a trump card, there had to be a reason for it.
However, in Lan Qingyou's eyes, no trump card would make a difference.
Unless it could fly, or unless it could tank a meteorite with its bare body.
And so, the two witches watched as the Huang father and son put on their show.
Heh—Heh—
The two knelt on the ground, clutching their throats with both hands.
“They look like they’re in quite a bit of pain.”
“Yeah, I wonder what they just ate. It looks pretty dangerous.”
“I don’t know if it’s dangerous, but I have a general idea of what it was.”
Lan Qingyou, with her Analytic Magic Eye active, curled her lip.
“What was it?”
“Something you’ve eaten too.”
“I’ve... a Witch potion!?”
Susie didn't understand at first, but she realized it the moment she was about to ask.
“More accurately, it’s an evolution potion for a certain race. I just don't know who made it.”
“A certain race? Which one?”
“The...”
“Roar!!!”
Just as Lan Qingyou was about to answer, a roar erupted from the Huang father and son's direction.
Lan Qingyou, who had been keeping a close eye on them, immediately sensed the danger.
She grabbed Susie and threw her to the side.
As Susie flew backward, her weight lightened by magic, she saw two figures whose heads had blossomed like fleshy broccoli. They were hairless, and their faces were void of anything except a mouth, charging rapidly toward where Lan Qingyou stood.
Pfft!
Just as Lan Qingyou threw Susie away like a small pebble, the charging Huang father and son reached her, each piercing through her body from a different side with their hands.
“Clan Leader!”
Susie cried out in grief and rage.
Lan Qingyou's act of throwing her away was clearly to save her; otherwise, given her previous position, she definitely would have been one of the targets.
She wanted to help, but there was nothing she could do now except continue to fly slowly backward.
“Hahaha! You little bastard, now you know how powerful we are!”
Huang Xingming, his hand still impaling Lan Qingyou's stomach, laughed wildly and kicked her directly away.
Then, he turned his head to look at his son.
Huang Wei was also laughing, but compared to Huang Xingming's emotional outburst, Huang Wei's smile was more like a mindless grin.
It was as if...
“It... it seems he evolved into an idiot... Is it because the thing you ate was a half-finished product? Or is it a side effect, or maybe just the success rate?”
Huang Xingming was about to worry about his son's condition and say a few words of fatherly concern, but an inconsistent voice rang out from the side.
Opening his mouth slightly to speak, Huang Xingming shut it in annoyance and turned his head toward the source of the sound.
It was that bastard again.
However, the bastard was now collapsed on the ground, blood overflowing from her mouth.
“Hmph! What ‘First Race of Kalim’? Our immortal and undying God Race is the strongest race on the Kalim continent!”
Seeing Lan Qingyou's miserable state, Huang Xingming stopped caring about his son's condition for the moment. Instead, he looked down at the supposedly legendary witch with a look of pure contempt.
“Immortal... and undying? You?”
Lan Qingyou, lying on the ground, was stunned.
“That’s right! My son and I have signed a contract with the God Race and become immortal beings. How dare a mere witch like you question us!”
“Right, right, whatever. A ‘God Race,’ how impressive. Too bad your son’s luck was rotten and he didn’t get the lucky draw, so he turned into a moron.”
“You bastard, you still dare to be so stubbornly defiant even now.”
Huang Xingming felt insulted that someone whose body had been pierced with two holes and was lying on the ground waiting to die still dared to talk back to him.
In a fit of rage, he rushed forward in three steps and delivered a heavy kick to Lan Qingyou's side.
Bang!
Lan Qingyou was sent flying like a cannonball for over a hundred meters, slamming hard into the ruins of the shelter.
“Hahahaha! Divine envoy, did you see that?! What witch! What first race! It turns out all your worries were for nothing!”
Huang Xingming spread his arms and laughed loudly at the rising dust in the distance.
Just as Lan Qingyou had guessed, the god potion in his hand did carry a risk, and since he was facing the progenitor of witches, he had been somewhat nervous.
That was why he had pinned his last hopes on this god potion.
Although the result was that his son's luck was poor and he had become a mindless idiot, the sole heir of the Huang family hadn't been that bright to begin with.
Fortunately, the silver lining was that he himself had succeeded, evolved, and become a member of the God Race.
This way, he could continue to look after his son just like before.
So, being a bit stupid or vacant wasn't a problem.
Of course, the most important thing was that he had finished off that arrogant bastard witch who had threatened his life. That gave him the most satisfaction.
He had just evolved and already used one of the top five on the leaderboard—the progenitor of witches, no less—to test his newly evolved power.
There couldn't have been a more perfect start.
“Oho!? Divine envoy? Worries? You’ve mentioned a topic that interests me quite a bit.”
Eh...
Just as Huang Xingming was losing himself in his triumph, a familiar voice drifted from behind him.
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