CH-11. Feeling Sleepy

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In just forty days, the dinosaur people had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

At this moment, in the direction James was looking, most of the dinosaur people and their relatives from the entire tribe were gathered on the plain.

Leading the group was none other than the dinosaur elder. However, he appeared to be experiencing a second spring. Once a frail figure, the elder now stood nearly ten meters tall, like a three-story building, his entire body clad in thick, gray stone armor.

If the dinosaur people once looked somewhat human in shape, now their skin was something else entirely—inhuman and as hard as rock. When they exerted even a bit of force, their muscles swelled, making them resemble stone giants. Fiery red lines marked their skin, glowing with intensity as they used their strength.

It was as if they were giant humanoid monsters, walking out of molten flames. The elder was no exception, and there were now many others in the tribe who stood nearly ten meters tall.

In just forty days, the size and height of the dinosaur people had doubled, making James's eyes widen with astonishment.

Even their blood relatives—primitive dinosaurs that once seemed like hamsters in James's eyes—now looked like small Godzillas. Though still not as large as James himself, they had grown to a size similar to that of a cat, and individuals among them measured close to fifty meters in length. Their movements embodied the might of true giants.

In the past, such dinosaurs might have been considered gods by smaller races—false gods defeated by the dinosaur people.

This dramatic change left not only James astonished but also the dinosaurs themselves in awe.

"Great Father God! Merciful Father God! Your care for us is as deep as the sea and as vast as the sky! How can we ever repay your kindness?"

"Perhaps the only way to honor Father God's love is to dedicate the entire land to him, spreading the glory of lava and the earth to every corner of the world."

The dinosaur elder stood on the plain, clenching his powerful fists, filled with high fighting spirit.

Ever since they discovered that the tribe was blessed by their god and could grow stronger through training, the dinosaur people had spent their days sweating on the plains, constantly honing their skills. At the elder's suggestion, they would exhaust themselves in training and then recover in molten flames to maximize their growth.

Through this relentless training, the entire dinosaur tribe had changed drastically in a short span of time. Now, whenever the dinosaur elder saw his Father God, he became intensely emotional, eager to prove his faith and devotion.

The elder was once nearing the end of his life, but now he felt reborn—strong enough to live another five hundred years! The powerful strength he now possessed, the vitality filling his once-weak body, all came from Father God.

The power of Father God was immense and boundless; even a touch of his blessing brought endless benefits to his people.

"Ah! Great and merciful Father God! Your greatness shines like the stars in the sky!"

On the plain, after finishing his exercises for the day, the dinosaur elder kneeled, panting, gazing at the towering figure of James in the distance, his eyes brimming with reverent zeal.

In the past, the elder looked more like a wise man, a humble priest. Now, however, he had transformed into a warrior—a Berserker Battle Priest. Even simple exercises now produced sonic booms when he moved.

The dinosaur people were no longer the cautious fighters they once were; they no longer needed to fear the alien races with their toxic mists. It was for this reason that the elder had delayed his original plan to confront them. Now, as the tribe's growth began to plateau, he decided it was time. In two days, he would lead the warriors to eliminate the poisonous fog aliens.

But this was only the beginning. According to the elder's vision, if all went well in this battle, they would soon expand to the deep-sea region.

Only by expanding the domain of their Father God could they repay his blessings. The ambition to spread the reach of the God of Earth and Lava across the world now burned within the elder's heart. Rejuvenated and powerful, with Father God by his side, his cautious nature had turned into an indomitable fighting spirit.

The elder was prepared to dedicate everything to his god, even to die in his service, hoping to enter the divine realm and serve Father God eternally.

Blind devotion had captivated the dinosaur elder's mind, filling him with an unwavering purpose.

And who could say if this was good or bad?

But it wasn't just the elder who had become so fervent; nearly all members of the dinosaur tribe were now madly devoted, intolerant of any blasphemy. For them, their Father God was the one true god. Any who opposed or spoke against him deserved to die.

The entire tribe was united in faith, convinced that only their Father God was the true deity, while the gods of other races were false or even evil.

In a mere forty sunrises and sunsets, their faith had shifted to extremes, as if true worship required nothing less than this blind devotion.

James, however, remained oblivious to the radical transformation in their beliefs. Even if he knew, he would likely have laughed it off.

To James, this world held little personal meaning. The dinosaurs were, to him, little more than primitive monsters. Their lives or deaths meant nothing, and he had no reason to care.

In stark contrast to the tribe's zeal, James was calm. Yet in recent days, he had been dealing with a new issue: an unexpected sense of drowsiness.

Just forty days after the dinosaurs completed their transformation, James found himself inexplicably sleepy. Though he tried to resist the urge, he couldn't help but wonder why this was happening.

He thought back, realizing that every time he'd fallen into a deep sleep, he had emerged stronger. Could this sleepiness mean that he was about to grow again?

But he was already so massive; did he really need to grow further?

Looking down at the countless dinosaur people and primitive dinosaurs below, James fell silent, contemplating.

Over the past forty days, he, too, had gained something valuable: a clearer sense of his current scale.

Based on his own observations and rough comparisons, he was now approximately 350 meters tall, akin to the length of a modern aircraft carrier. An aircraft carrier, with its hollow structure, weighed around 60,000 to 100,000 tons. James, solid and dense, must weigh several hundred thousand tons—maybe even 300,000 or 500,000 tons.

James could only console himself with these thoughts. After all, he was in an extraordinary world; perhaps he would find a way to handle his tremendous size and strength carefully.

Unlike his usual state, his "Red Lotus" form seemed different. Once activated, if he didn't release any radiation or other energy, it would take around twelve sunrises and sunsets to dissipate. But that energy didn't vanish; it transformed into nutrients that continued to fuel James's growth.