800 Explosions

A month after the forbidden books event, few people mentioned the two books openly, though some still discussed them in private.

Those who did not possess the two books were filled with regret, while those who still had them after the event remained silent, quietly waiting for the storm to pass.

In the side hall of the Yonghe Palace in Peace City, the human king sat alone on the main seat, and asked solemnly, "Still haven't found it?"

Someone immediately responded, "Your Majesty, the latest news is that we still haven't found it. This 'wanderer' seems to have vanished into thin air, likely wandering in the wilderness."

The human king let out a long sigh, waved his hand slightly, and the person retreated.

It had been almost two months since the Elder Council meeting, and half a month ago, the other eight elders, tired of waiting, had returned to their respective main cities.

The human king sat silently on the throne, lost in thought, murmuring to himself, "'Wanderer'... 'Path of the Martial Artist'... 'Complete Explanation of Runes'... blessing or curse..."

But the human king knew in his heart that for the entire human race, it was a blessing! However, for the ruling families, it was a curse!

And he represented both the interests of the human race and the ruling families. How should he choose?

After all, he had grown up under the old system of the human race and was inherently inclined to support it. This was determined by his upbringing and understanding, and was difficult to change.

The turmoil caused by new knowledge would eventually be quelled with blood.

The forbidden books only delayed the inevitable conflict; that was all he could do.

He was too old to live much longer, and the future would have to be decided by future generations.

...

Su Hao tested another bomb, an 'Eight Hundred Explosions' rune-level bomb, which created a massive crater nearly a hundred meters in diameter. Despite hiding at a distance, Su Hao was still knocked over by the shockwave.

The 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb was no longer the size of a basketball but resembled a large cooking pot, the kind used in village kitchens.

Su Hao could continue to create 'One Thousand Explosions,' 'Ten Thousand Explosions,' and even higher, but they would require more volume to accommodate more runes and more blood energy.

Perhaps blood energy crystals could be used here.

However, he felt it wasn't necessary. With the current 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb, who could withstand it?

Could a grand preceptor-level martial artist withstand it? After all, they too were made of flesh and blood.

Su Hao didn't believe anyone could withstand it, and if someone could, he would call them the strongest.

With bombs in the hands of the human race, what could the wild beasts use to resist?

Would there still be beasts rampaging in cities, eating people?

Su Hao smiled, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment for creating history and personal satisfaction.

In past lives, he had merely survived, but in this life, he had finally achieved something. From deep within, he began to acknowledge his existence, no longer just a wandering soul without a destination.

He believed that no matter where he ended up in the future, he would be valuable and meaningful.

Without self-recognition, he feared becoming an empty shell with only knowledge but no soul on his long journey.

After finalizing his plan, Su Hao made another 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb, embedding many sharp blades within it for added lethality.

Once finished, Su Hao donned his winged armor, packed the 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb into a bag, and tried flying with the weight.

It had some impact but not much; the main issue was that the stealth flight mode was disrupted, preventing true silence.

After returning to the ground, Su Hao set the 'Eight Hundred Explosions' bomb aside and began contemplating another issue. His 'Path of the Martial Artist' and 'Complete Explanation of Runes' must not become weapons for the ruling class!

But he alone lacked the power to resist the entire upper echelon of the human race.

All he could do was plant a seed in people's hearts, waiting for it to sprout.

It seemed the seed was planted, but how long it would take to grow and how many more would die unable to resist the beasts was uncertain.

So, he needed to water it a bit more!

Su Hao would turn sixteen in three months.

He decided to give the people a big gift on his sixteenth birthday!

After delivering this gift, he would focus on researching how to advance to the grand preceptor level.

To advance to grand preceptor, there were two paths: join the Peace City guard and serve as a lackey for eight years to qualify for advancement, though it was uncertain if one would ultimately be chosen.

The other path involved hunting numerous grand preceptor-level beasts in the wilderness for research and experimentation, which could take years and might not succeed in one, five, or even eight years.

So, he needed to prepare for long-term seclusion.

"Advancing to grand preceptor is not simple. The transplantation process is a major issue that can't be rushed. Let's finish the gift first!"

But before that, he needed to prepare.

"Copy," "Attach," "Etch," "Diffuse," "Penetrate," "Change Color," "Bright Light," "Control," "Barrier," "Lock"...

Su Hao meticulously organized all the runes, starting to construct the runes in his imagination.

No, they were no longer runes but should be called divine abilities!

This was his first true attempt to use runes to construct the scenes he imagined.

...

Three months later. The sky was clear for miles, with a gentle breeze.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise, like thunder, echoed continuously above the main city of Peace City.

Nearly a million residents immediately went outside to look at the sky. They had never heard such a noise, and many were startled, some trembling with fear, staying indoors.

However, despite looking towards the source of the noise, they saw nothing.

"What's happening?"

"Is it the cry of a grand preceptor-level beast attacking the main city?"

"Very likely. Be prepared. If things go wrong, head to the palace for shelter."

"Don't worry! The human king will repel any beast that dares to attack."

People speculated about what might happen.

In the palace, a keen-eyed martial artist suddenly pointed in the direction of the sound and shouted, "Look over there! What is that?"

Everyone squinted, observing a tiny black dot slowly moving in the sky.

The black dot wasn't slow; it was just far away, appearing slow due to the distance.

"What is that? A flying beast? Is it making that rumbling noise?"

"Probably."

"Report to the human king!"

"The human king is here!"

Everyone turned to see a group escorting the elderly human king out.