Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 205 - 155: Thunder God’s Origin Authority
Fang Qingyu’s lean upper body was bare, sitting against the cold floor of the living room, with his back resting on the large floor-to-ceiling glass.
Cold sweat soaked the strands of hair on his forehead, dripping continuously down his sharp jawline.
Fang Qingyu gasped heavily, each breath pulling at the mingled icy and fiery, tearing pain in his chest and abdomen.
Looking down.
The horrifying dark red and ghostly blue cracks beneath his skin had dimmed significantly but were still clearly visible, like a curse branded into his flesh, pulsing slightly with his heartbeat.
Jiang Wei knelt beside him, her small brows tightly furrowed, her clear big eyes staring unblinkingly at the menacing battlefield on his chest and abdomen, her little face unusually serious.
"Do you see?" Her voice was light, yet carried a heavy weight, breaking the deathly silence in the room. "This is the price of forcibly merging two systems of power. The Martial Artist’s Qi Blood furnace, the Divine Cultist’s authority... They are like ice and fire, light and dark, the extremes of the world. Forcibly crammed into the same ’container’..." She extended a small finger, very cautiously pointing faintly at the charred and icy blue area on Fang Qingyu’s chest, where the skin showed fine cracks.
Hiss——!
Fang Qingyu drew a sharp breath, the intense pain causing his muscles to tense instantly!
"...The result is what you are experiencing now." Jiang Wei withdrew her finger, her small face heavy, "If the container isn’t sturdy enough, it will be torn apart from the inside out by the clashing powers within."
Her gaze swept over the terrifying cracks beneath Fang Qingyu’s skin, akin to thunder striking the ground, her tone tinged with a trace of lingering fear: "If not for your physical foundation far surpassing those of the same level, the Golden Body limit break, forcefully containing that instant outburst tonight... you’d now just be a pile of fragments."
Silence.
Only Fang Qingyu’s heavy breathing echoed in the vast living room.
Fang Qingyu slowly lifted his hand, looking at the vague dark red lines pulsing beneath the skin on his palm, also feeling the icy sting left by the Starlight power within the meridians of his right arm.
"So," Fang Qingyu’s voice was hoarse yet unusually calm, even carrying a hint of almost cold determination, breaking the heavy atmosphere. "It’s not that coexistence is impossible." He lifted his eyes to look at Jiang Wei, the nearly mad light jumping in his deep-set eyes, asking word by word:
"But rather, my ’container’... my body, is not strong enough, right?"
Jiang Wei was stunned.
Her clear big eyes widened slightly, seemingly not expecting that after experiencing such pain, Fang Qingyu would arrive at such a conclusion.
She instinctively wanted to refute this ironclad logic that defied common sense, but looking at the horrifying yet still "existing" cracks on Fang Qingyu’s body, feeling the two forces within him that, although violently clashing, hadn’t really destroyed him in an instant...
The heaviness on her small face slowly gave way to a peculiar expression.
Confusion... contemplation... finally transforming into a realization that seemed incredulous.
It seemed...
He just might pull it off?!
This conclusion was so subversive that it left her speechless for a moment.
After a while of silence, Jiang Wei suddenly remembered something.
Her small hand quickly reached into the small satchel she carried everywhere.
There was a rustling sound of searching.
"Oh, there’s this too!" She carefully took something out from the bag, her small face bearing a trace of apology and regret, "Earlier... the battle was too intense, I didn’t protect it well..."
It was the dark gold "Divine Embryo"!
Only now, the smooth, rounded eggshell was covered with fine cracks like a cobweb!
Dark golden light seeped through the fissures, carrying a strange, heart-pounding life rhythm.
At the center of the eggshell, within a somewhat larger crack, a tiny gold dot, no bigger than a grain of rice, yet so dazzling it couldn’t be directly looked at, was quietly suspended there!
It seemed to condense the purest brilliance and the Will of Thunder in the world, just watching it made one’s soul tremble!
Fang Qingyu’s gaze was instantly drawn to that small golden dot.
A pulse from the instinct of life, an indescribable longing, surged from the depths of his soul!
Almost instinctively, he reached out with fingers stained with blood and sweat, gently touching that suspended golden light...
The moment his fingertip touched the golden light!
Buzz——!!!
Deep within Fang Qingyu’s mind, that once quiet diagram for the first time sketched out a golden brushstroke.
[High-purity ’Thunder God’ Origin Authority Fragment Detected!]
[This fragment contains the compound authority traits of ’Destruction’, ’Rebirth’, ’Judgment’, ’Speed’!]
[Conditions met! Activating Professional Template... ]
[Do you want to immediately activate the new Divine Profession —— ’???’?]
[Warning: Activation process will invoke Thunder body refining! Those with insufficient physical strength will have no chance of survival!]
Fang Qingyu looked at the prompt, his expression slightly concentrated, red for the extraordinary, black for Life Ghost...
Golden text, describing a Divine Profession...
Could this be the shortcut straight to becoming a God!?
Jiang Wei previously mentioned that as long as the authority is the same, no matter who gets it, it’s about the same.
Were those Godly authorities hidden within the golden egg?!!
Fang Qingyu suddenly recalled this.
According to what the invisible person previously mentioned, Creation Technology seems to have more than one Divine Embryo...
An idea instantly sparked in his mind.
But the phrase "no chance of survival" instantly suppressed the pulse and longing from Fang Qingyu’s life instinct.
The current physical strength.
Absolutely couldn’t withstand the direct strike of Thunder.
"What’s wrong?"
Jiang Wei sharply caught Fang Qingyu’s instant shock.
Her clear big eyes were filled with concern and a trace of doubt.
