Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 1097: Chapter 445 Jack Clark: Hello everyone, long time no see_3 Chapter 1097: Chapter 445 Jack Clark: Hello everyone, long time no see_3 Yet Jack Clark needed only two months, such a terrifying promotion rate was enough to shock the entire Cultivation World.

Of course, Jack’s rapid cultivation progress was also related to his inherently monstrous talent.

With the complete release of his soul potential and his terrifying physical body, Jack’s pure cultivation talent alone was unparalleled in the Federation, and his understanding of talent was no less than that of Jane Aiken.

Adding to this his attribute burning and the Road of Heavenly Kings, as well as the opportunities from the crumbling relics, it was somewhat acceptable for him to achieve a breakthrough to Heavenly King in two months.

After all, the Giant Beast Avatar was only a little over a month away from breaking through to Myth.

As for the Law of Strength, it not only required a higher difficulty in grasping and perfecting, but it also needed the growth of the plane world to keep up, or to put it another way, this plane world is essentially the “Law of Strength.”

Besides, this time his Soul Law also improved a bit. Under Jack’s refinement of World Origin from Heavenly Energy, his Transformation progress increased by two percent.

At this rate, under normal conditions, it would take two more months to complete the Transformation of the Soul Law.

It may seem long, but for other king-levels who gauge their progress in years for the Transformation of low to mid-tier laws they’ve newly understood, Jack’s speed was terrifyingly fast.

Especially for some Ninth Heaven Peak powers, even though they’ve touched and understood the laws, breaking through to Myth could take years or even a decade.

That’s also why Myths are rare.

This special power contains individual soul aura when refined and cannot be traded or given away, only a small portion of God-level Resources containing pure Origin can be absorbed by others.

At 7 am, Glenn Clark, wearing his middle school “school uniform,” called upstairs, “Bro, come down for breakfast.”

“Coming.” Jack Clark’s voice came from upstairs.

Soon, a figure appeared on the second floor; today, he was dressed in a white long-sleeved t-shirt, gray casual pants, and white flat shoes, looking very relaxed.

Next to the dining table, Glenn devoured the Mutated Beast Meat buns made by Doris Clark, murmuring, “Bro, do you have anything to do today?”

Jack took a sip of soy milk, then picked up a bun, “I need to go to school today, I’ve arranged a meeting with Mr. Willard and the others.”

“You have an arrangement with Mr. Willard and the others, huh.” Glenn nodded and swallowed another two buns.

At this moment, Jack’s gaze penetrated the walls, landing on the roadside outside where the neighborhood was bustling early in the morning, with groups of ladies surrounding Doris Clark.

One of the ladies curiously asked, “Jenny, I heard from my old man that your Jack came back yesterday?”

Doris Clark nodded and smiled, “Yes, Jack came back yesterday, but he’s here this time because the military has a task for him.”

An affluent middle-aged woman exclaimed, “A military task, no wonder, I was wondering why Jack flew back in a fighter aircraft last night.”

Doris Clark introduced with a smile, “That airplane is a custom warplane made specifically for Jack by the military, I heard there’s only a handful in the entire Federation.”

“What! Custom-made.” Immediately, the surrounding women gasped, barely able to hide their envy.

“Jenny, Jack has really made it this time.”

Doris Clark nodded with a chuckle, “It’s alright, Jack is mainly focusing on cultivation, but due to some reasons, he also manages some soldiers now.”

Seeing the smile that never faded from Doris Clark’s face, Jack chuckled and continued to have breakfast with Glenn.

Perhaps it’s because of cooking a large pot every day for Glenn, but Doris Clark’s cooking skills have improved a lot, making Jack eat more than ten extra buns.

When the pile of steamed buns on the table was finished, Glenn Clark gulped down a pot of porridge he had bought and stuffed ten fried dough sticks into his mouth, then said contentedly, “Bro, I’m full.”

“Now that you’re full, let’s head out, it’s already 8 am.”

Having said that, the two brothers tidied up the dining room a bit and then walked out of the courtyard. Glenn Clark, with his towering 2-meter figure, called out to Jenny, “Mom, I’m going to school.”

As Glenn’s voice rang out, the women chatting with Jenny felt a sudden impression of a fierce tiger approaching, making them instinctively take a step back with a bit of palpitation.

After activating his Innate Overlord Body with his Giant Avatar talent, Glenn had become comparable to an advanced cultivator, exuding an invisible aura of heavy oppression.

At that moment, Jack Clark stepped forward with a faint smile on his face, “Good morning, Auntie Doris, Auntie Lopes, and everyone else.”

As he spoke, Jack slapped a hand on Glenn’s back, sealing away the suffocating aura surrounding him with an invisible wave, immediately causing the dozen neighbors to unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Then Jenny spoke up, “Go ahead, and Jack, remember to come back for lunch.”

“Okay,” Jack nodded, and he and Glenn walked past the crowd, heading toward the school along the roadside.

It was not until the two of them had walked far away that the atmosphere gradually returned to its lively state, and a plump woman exclaimed in amazement, “Jenny, your son Jack looks more and more handsome.”

“Yeah, just a few months without seeing him and he seems like a completely different person, with an air of a superior presence, noble, and unapproachable.”

Jenny modestly responded, “Sister Clark, you’re exaggerating. Jack hasn’t changed much.”

While Jenny was enjoying the complimentary and admiring glances of the neighbors, Glenn and Jack walking on the Pedestrian Walkway also drew the attention of many girls.

Of course, those people were all looking at Jack, whose 1.9-meter tall figure was straight and imposing. The muscles under his white t-shirt were slightly bulging, giving a robust impression.

Moreover, his already handsome face, perfected through successive Evolutions and breakthroughs, along with his black hair cascading over his shoulders, exuded a noble and transcendent demeanor, like a deity incarnate.

This character, as if stepped out of a comic book, with the innate attraction from higher lifeforms to their genes, had an unimaginable impact on ordinary people.

However, because of his excessive perfection, these women, after one glance at Jack, would subconsciously avert their gaze, feeling an inherent sense of shame.

Glenn said with some envy, “Bro, you look so cool now. It feels like you could become a big international star if you decided to be a big star.”

Jack gave him a sideways glance, “Have you ever seen a king-level fighter become a star?”

He was standing at the pinnacle among billions of people, wielding the power that could ‘Destroy Heaven and Earth’ — a Mythical King becoming a star was something only someone like Glenn could think of.

Glenn scratched the back of his head and chuckled, “Bro, I think being a star and a king-level fighter doesn’t conflict.”

Jack’s gaze turned somewhat strange. “Don’t tell me, you dream of becoming a star?”

“Heh, being a star is just my second dream. My first one is to cultivate True Martial Arts and become a King-level strong man like you,” Glenn chuckled.

“Do whatever you want, just don’t mess up when it’s time,” Jack didn’t interfere with Glenn’s dreams.

Everyone has their own hobbies, even cultivators are people — like Damon Lopes, that guy who likes chatting with beauties but doesn’t dare to act on his desires.

At this moment, they had already reached the crosswalk at the red traffic light, and across the street, three pretty schoolgirls in uniforms noticed Glenn and waved at him.

“Glenn, over here.”

[Shoot, it’s twelve o’clock already, I’ll update now. I still have more than a thousand words to edit, which I’ll add later. You can read it tomorrow morning.]