Chapter 56: Super Piglet: Force Resistance

This was a piglet less than a month old, fifty centimeters long, its skin white with a pink flush.

It was precisely the most adorable stage of a pig’s life.

It wagged its tail, shook its head, and trotted in place, as if observing something extraordinary.

Themora’s expression was icy: “Mortals must not deceive divine beings. This is the punishment I bestow upon you—spend this lifetime as a pig.”

“Hnnn~ hnnn~ hnnn~”

Upon hearing Themora’s verdict, the piglet let out a series of squeals.

As a deity, Themora naturally possessed the ability to understand all languages.

She had expected Fang Shi to beg for mercy, but the more she listened, the colder her expression grew.

“I think this body is quite nice—I can become a Super Pig Hero.”

Fang Shi, now a piglet, spoke calmly, with a hint of delight.

Themora’s face turned frosty: “Mortal, you are not even discouraged.”

Becoming an outcast would inflict severe psychological trauma on any normal living being, no matter what.

This divergence between self-identity and physical form is unavoidable.

Especially on Blue Star, where humans are the pinnacle of creation, while pigs are merely food.

Such a drastic disparity would drive most to madness at first.

Lose the human form, and you lose your identity—and thus your place in human society.

Humans are social beings; becoming a pig severs that connection.

Avoiding a personality collapse already counts as exceptional mental fortitude.

Most importantly, a deity’s reality alteration is true creation.

It cannot be undone by dispelling magic, anti-magic fields, or similar means.

Fang Shi knew this perfectly—and thus was even happier.

“No, madam, I am deeply distressed—distressed you didn’t turn me into a cockroach.”

“That would be the truest punishment.”

The piglet Fang Shi continued squealing, but this time his tone was utterly despondent.

As if recognizing that defying a deity was a grave mistake, requiring self-flagellation to beg for divine forgiveness.

Themora’s eyes flickered, thoughtful.

Deities are not foolish; they may simply be bound by habitual thinking and failed to grasp it at first.

But now she understood Fang Shi’s intent.

“Mortal, your mind is indeed strong—but I will not fulfill your request.”

“On the contrary, I shall restore you to your original form.”

Divine power—reality alteration.

Fang Shi, returned to human form, looked disappointed: “Madam, you are truly merciful.”

“I was ready to become a cockroach and punish myself—yet you have forgiven me.”

Themora sneered: “Mortal, if you truly repent, I have no objection to turning you into a cockroach.”

“But do you truly wish it? Or are you ecstatic?”

Fang Shi smiled faintly, as if acknowledging it—his face showed no shame or embarrassment.

Correct—he truly didn’t care whether he became a pig or a cockroach.

Generally, transformation spells alter not only form but also base attributes and proficiencies.

For the recipient, this means dual weakening of mind and body.

But the Decree changed all that.

Themora’s reality alteration, though turning Fang Shi into a piglet, preserved all his attributes, proficiencies, and stats.

What did this mean? It meant the birth of a Super Piglet.

With strength unchanged but mass reduced.

Fang Shi’s running speed in piglet form would reach sixty meters per second.

If he applied Double Force, it would approach one hundred meters per second.

And since the Decree recognized only enhancement, not weakening,

Sword Mastery I and Unarmed Combat I merged into Natural Weapon II.

Combined with tripled speed, the power increase was not merely tripled—

It was ninefold.

This accounted only for raw damage, not the advantage of tripled speed in evasion and maneuvering.

Taken together, becoming a pig increased his power, not diminished it.

How could Fang Shi not be delighted?

Before his rebirth, human settlements already had a group who, for survival, underwent various modifications.

They simply stopped being human.

Had Fang Shi not been pushed to such extremes, he wouldn’t have cared to remain human either.

Too bad—the human settlement was later overrun.

Fang Shi struggled to escape, repeatedly considering abandoning his humanity—but by then, modification was no longer possible.

Thus, when he became a piglet, Fang Shi was utterly calm.

He even volunteered to become a cockroach.

Don’t assume cockroaches are inferior just because they’re ugly and repulsive.

If Fang Shi truly became a cockroach, he’d be a supersonic cockroach.

The reason is simple: cockroaches have far less mass than pigs.

Several to dozens of times the speed of sound tearing through the air—more lethal than sniper bullets.

In this stage of the apocalypse, he’d be utterly invincible.

One could even say legendary status was within reach.

Nor would he need to worry about his tiny body being unable to withstand recoil during attacks.

When Fang Shi became a piglet, due to the Decree’s compulsory effect,

Themora reluctantly granted him a new proficiency.

“【Robust I】: Your maximum HP increases by 3 points. When your HP level exceeds level 3, each time you gain a new HP level, you gain an additional 1 HP.”

This new proficiency immediately increased Fang Shi’s HP by 5 points.

Significantly enhanced his piglet form’s defense.

This reduced self-inflicted injury caused by unchanged strength paired with reduced body size during attacks.

Even better: due to the Decree’s effect, when he reverted to human form,

the divine blessings classified as enhancements naturally remained.

Fang Shi had effectively gained a proficiency for free.

Conversely, to ensure a smaller cockroach wouldn’t die,

Themora would be forced to grant an even stronger proficiency.

And thus, how could Themora possibly agree?

All such actions consumed divine power—the greater the change, the more power it drained.

To let a mere level-5 cockroach survive supersonic speeds—how monstrous would that proficiency be? How much divine power would it consume?

Her original intent was to punish Fang Shi, forcing him to repent.

Ideally, for him to turn away from his arrogance and join her ranks.

Yet Fang Shi’s resolve was unshakable—he simply started harvesting her blessings.

Thus, Themora would never fulfill his wish.

“Since madam refuses, might you at least be honest—what is your true purpose?”

Fang Shi’s eyes gleamed, meeting Themora’s gaze without deference or fear.

Themora’s face was expressionless: “Mortal, you are exceedingly bold.”

“You are the first non-legendary mortal to dare make demands of me.”

Fang Shi smiled: “Everything has a first time. If legendary experts can make demands, why can’t I?”

“And madam, you yourself called me an Unfated One—so how could my future achievements fall below legendary status?”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll leave. Either way, I’ve already profited.”

Themora smiled, like spring flowers blooming: “Mortal, you are right. With your potential, you will indeed reach legend.”

“And there is even a sliver of chance you may unlock the path to immortality.”

“Very well—I shall make a pact with you, witnessed by Fate itself.”

“One day in the future, you will do one thing for me.”

Fang Shi replied coolly: “Madam, what do you offer in return?”

“And this future obligation is too vague.”

“Even if you don’t ask me to die, the deal is still too lopsided.”

Themora was unsurprised by his attitude: “Condition—I will grant you a Legendary proficiency.”

“As for the future obligation, since you fear loss, I grant you the right to cancel it.”

As a cost, you will lose this specialty in the future and drop ten life levels.

Moreover, I must make it clear to you: the Witness of Fate cannot be blocked by any decree.

Fang Shi’s heart stirred—he had asked the Lady of Luck for benefits, but mostly he wanted to extract information.

Even though the Epic Specialty is powerful, it seems cheap compared to the gods’ secrets.

Because an Epic Specialty can only dominate for a moment, but these key pieces of information might decide your future life or death.

Yet the Lady of Luck revealed not a single hint, instead granting Fang Shi the right to withdraw.

This only made it clearer that the information was crucial.

“Lady, I feel these terms are insufficient. How about ten Epic Specialties, and no life levels lost if I break the deal?”

At this moment, Fang Shi resembled the shrewdest merchant, beginning to haggle with Tymla.

Given this situation, the Lady of Luck would almost certainly not reveal anything—so better to secure benefits first.

Whether to accept or not? The decision rests in my own hands.

Let’s ask first.

Tymla’s face darkened: “Mortal, your demands are excessive.”

“Do you truly think gods can be deceived? Decrees are not eternally binding.”

“On that day, divine punishment will truly descend.”

Fang Shi shrugged indifferently: “You said ‘that day’—but when exactly is that day? It could be ages away.”

“Lady, if you don’t give me more specialities, how will I live to see the day the gods descend?”

“As for retrieving souls from the River Styx? Do you think people like us go to the River Styx after death?”

Tymla’s tone grew colder: “Mortal, do not push too far. At most, one Epic Specialty and eight life levels. Know this: humans like you are not rare in this world.”

“Two.” Fang Shi held up two fingers.

Tymla’s expression remained indifferent, fixed on Fang Shi.

“Three!”

“Four!!”

“Alright, five. And help me upgrade one more specialty.”

“Plus, future conditions must not require me to die—directly or indirectly.”

“Including reductions in strength or hostile environments.”

Fang Shi softened his demands—he’d decided to secure the deal first.

He had already resolved to probe the Lady of Luck’s limits.

As for accepting?

Please, five life levels? That’s equivalent to dropping one full rank in cultivation.

Especially for the legendary threshold.

Any legendary below level 25 would immediately fall below legendary status.

The gap between non-legendary and legendary power is vast.

Such a massive cost cannot be compensated by a single Epic Specialty.

“Deal.”

Tymla finally relented, then named the specialty she would grant.

“【Primal Resistance I】: Your Primal Resistance equals your life level plus one.”

Fang Shi was stunned—he had assumed Epic Specialties were selectable.

Some rare ones might require lengthy haggling with the Lady of Luck.

He hadn’t expected there to be no choice—or rather, only one option.

But this specialty was truly, truly excellent!

What is Primal Force? The origin of all power in the multiverse.

Whether elemental forces, spellcraft, arcane energy, psionics, internal energy, or even divine power—all are derived from it.

It causes no harm, carries no side effects, and instead nourishes all things and beings.

It is the mother of all energy, the foundation of all transcendental power.

At first glance, Primal Resistance seems useless—it even hinders one’s own evolution.

But to think so would be a grave error.

Primal Resistance resists all powers derived from Primal Force.

Elemental forces, spellcraft, arcane energy, psionics, internal energy, divine power—all must pass through Primal Resistance to take effect.

Yet it offers no resistance to one’s own evolution or beneficial enhancements.

Whether to resist depends entirely on the wielder’s will.

Such a free, adaptable resistance—with such comprehensive coverage—

This specialty was exceptionally rare; obtainable only through divine bestowal.

Even so, the vast majority of divine favorites and divine descendants could not acquire it.

Fang Shi was tempted. Someone once said that with three hundred percent profit, one would risk their life.

Primal Resistance was that three hundred percent.

If it were mere elemental resistance or spell resistance—specialties with narrow scope—

Fang Shi would have glanced past them; he’d get those eventually.

They were useful now, but compared to future costs, they were worthless.

But Primal Resistance was a combined, growth-oriented specialty.

Its boost to Fang Shi’s power was immense. If he had possessed Primal Resistance earlier—

The Gatu Beast’s death ray would have been completely nullified.

The Firefeather’s flame attacks would have lost most of their threat.

Even if he later faced vile abilities like attribute drain or level drain, his chance to resist would soar.

And if he ever encountered a deity, Primal Resistance could block divine power attacks.

Anyone who encountered this specialty would be tempted.

Fang Shi was no exception—he longed to accept immediately.

“Wait—could the Lady truly be this benevolent?”

“This specialty is nearly equivalent to a weakened version of Divine Immunity.”

“Especially its effectiveness against divine power—no deity would ever grant it.”

“Could the Lady be mad?”

“Oh, I understand. It’s not that the Lady is mad—she’s too clever.”

“Once I obtain this specialty, any future resistance-based specialties I gain will be absorbed into it.”

“If I ever defy the Lady in the future and she revokes this specialty, I’ll be utterly ruined.”

“As the saying goes: levels are easy to raise, specialties are hard to come by. What deep scheming, what far-reaching calculation.”

Fang Shi realized: by accepting this specialty, he’d handed the Lady of Luck a massive leverage over him.

In the future, whether he turned round or square, she would control him.

Tymla’s cold voice spoke again: “Mortal, have you decided?”

“This is a fair transaction, witnessed by Fate—even gods cannot break it.”

Fang Shi’s tone turned profound: “Your Majesty, I accept this transaction.”

The Witness of Fate?

Hmph. I want the specialty. But the cost? I have no intention of paying so much.

PS: Thank you to I-Iris-I for two monthly tickets and 1500 Qidian coins.

PS: Thank you to I-Iris-I for two monthly tickets and a tip of 1500 Qidian coins.