Chapter 969: I Love Stories (2/2)
”Cultivator is but a thing of legend.”
”I'm not a legend yet.”
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”My name's Cultivator.”
”Right! No wonder! Sorry, my bad! I got confused for a moment there,” the statue said before its hands weakly shot towards his forehead, pointing at his glabella, asking, ”That thing there, can I see it?”
”Why?” Cultivator asked in return.
”I want to see what's the controlling race of my world now,” the statue said.
”Sure.” Cultivator just smiled as he double-tapped his glabella and showed it for the statue to see.
Upon seeing it for a couple of seconds, the status emitted crunching sounds. ”Dammit, it's still those blasted octopuses.”
Cultivator simply watched the statue rage around for a good couple of hours, smiling when it calmed down.
It then looked at him, saying, ”This world was once dominated by us Immortal Statue race. We were those that grew without having to consume any race. As long as we were in the ocean water, we would absorb nutrients and grow. Every adult from our race would reach a height of 80 meters and possess tremendous power.”
”Once we mature, we break one of our arms and watch them grow into a copy of ourselves. It wasn't easy to kill us since our bodies were made from tough stones.”
”We were one frightening race, but also the most peaceful, having never harmed any other race since we never had a reason to do so.” The status groaned as it continued, ”But, everything changed once the octopuses attacked us. Their ink was capable of eroding our proud stone sculpted bodies.”
”One after another, we were killed by this blood-thirsty race. Eventually, I became the last survivor. I, the last king, who was once deemed as the strongest of my kind, a 200-meter-tall symbol of power, ran into the depths of the ocean to survive. My only safety net was the fact that the octopuses cannot reach this deep.”
”From then onwards, I have been waiting for a day when I could pass all my powers to someone that would carry out my revenge.” The statue looked at Cultivator and said, ”If you promise to avenge my race, I'll pass you the strongest of my race's power, something that your race now knows as an active ability. Do you wish to obtain this ability and avenge us after hearing my complete story?”
Cultivator took a comfortable seating posture, smiling as he responded, ”I love an interesting story.”