8: Chapter 8 Divine Kingdom Flow Card

The old man's casual gaze suddenly condensed, and he abruptly straightened his body, reaching out to pick up the property deed and flip through it.

Commercial housing in the urban area of Cangnan City, 120 square meters, unmortgaged and debt-free, with Lin Ye's name clearly written in the homeowner column.

After the original owner's parents sacrificed themselves, this was the only settling place left for Lin Ye, and his only safe haven in this cold Source Realm.

The old man's turbid gaze stared straight at Lin Ye, and his tone became a bit more serious:

"Your Divine Kingdom is that Miasma Wasteland that everyone despises, right?"

"You should be Lin Ye from No. 3 High School, right? My grandson is also at No. 3 High School, and I've heard about your situation, but you need to think this through carefully. This is your only house. Your parents died in battle, your pension has been exhausted, and if the house is gone, you won't even have a place to stay in Cangnan City."

"I'm aware of that!" Lin Ye's expression remained unchanged.

The old man sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret. Combined with the self-produced miasma crystals Lin Ye had taken out earlier, he instantly guessed all the details.

In the entire Cangnan City, only an F-grade polluted Divine Kingdom would produce such pure yet useless low-tier miasma crystals.

"Kid, take a word of advice from me." The old man softened his tone, trying to persuade him earnestly, "A wasteland is a wasteland. It's naturally suppressed by the rules, and miasma corrodes everything. No matter how much money you throw at it or how you cultivate it, your dependents will never amount to anything, and they will ultimately march toward death!"

"With your heaven-defying theoretical talent, even if your rating is inferior, honestly applying to an ordinary livelihood college, finding a stable job, and living a plain and simple life is far better than gambling your entire family fortune to raise a pack of useless dogs."

In the old man's eyes, this was just Lin Ye's youthful stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat, using his only family property to squander out of spite.

The noisy clamor of the surrounding black market seeped through the crack of the door, but inside the shop, it was dead silent.

Lin Ye lowered his gaze, his eyes falling upon the dark red property deed without the slightest hesitation.

Ordinary people viewed the wasteland as a cage and miasma as a toxin.

But he knew clearly that it was the best hotbed for primordial ferocious beasts.

"I don't need stability."

Lin Ye raised his eyes, a piercing cold light in his pitch-black pupils, his tone indifferent yet resounding: "Mortgage it."

There was no excess explanation, no pointless argument.

The old man stared at his stubborn and cold eyes, remained silent for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Having lived for the better part of his life, he had seen countless geniuses fall, but he had never seen such a stubborn youth.

"Alright, I'll process it for you."

The old man took out a standard mortgage contract with yellowed paper; it was a simple contract commonly used in the black market, and its legal validity was blunt and brutal.

He specified item by item: Lin Ye mortgaged the urban commercial housing, exchanging it for 800,000 credit points with zero interest for a term of one month. If unredeemed upon expiration, the property would permanently belong to the shop.

Lin Ye picked up the black gel pen, and as the tip fell, he signed his name stroke by stroke. His handwriting was sharp and crisp, without a shred of hesitation.

The moment he signed his name, his last retreat in this world was completely severed.

His psionic phone vibrated, and the 800,000 credit points arrived on time.

Yet Lin Ye still didn't stop. Looking straight at the old man, he spoke once more: "Tomorrow I can still produce ten D-grade miasma crystals. Using these as collateral, lend me another million. Rest assured, I won't leave the cultivation room!"

The old man's pupils contracted slightly as he took a deep look at the youth before him.

Ten miasma crystals a day?

Even for a wasteland, this production efficiency far exceeded ordinary polluted Divine Kingdoms.

Although there were doubts in his heart, the old man was unwilling to delve deeper. Black market rules: when seeking wealth, do not ask for reasons.

He tapped the desktop lightly and readily agreed: "Very well, deliver the miasma crystals before sunset tomorrow. Interest-free loan, with interest doubling upon expiration."

Another transfer notification sounded, and one million credit points arrived in his account.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ye was holding a huge sum of 1.8 million.

"I want a Divine Kingdom Time Acceleration Card with a one-year time limit."

Lin Ye stated his requirement concisely.

The old man raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise appearing on his face: "You certainly dare to think big. A one-year limit acceleration card costs 1.7 million each. It's a one-time consumable, and during the acceleration period, the consumption of Divine Kingdom resources doubles with extremely massive side effects. Ordinary newborn demigods dare not use it at all."

Ordinary people using a Divine Kingdom Time Acceleration Card would at most buy short time limits of a few days or a month to break in their dependents and familiarize themselves with their Divine Kingdom.

Buying a whole year's worth right away was sheer madness.

"I'll take this card, and give me ten tons of Rot Wolf corpses as well!" Lin Ye did not hesitate in the slightest.

The old man said no more and took out a pitch-black card with intricate patterns from the deepest part of the counter.

Then he handed the Rot Wolf corpses over to Lin Ye.

The card felt ice-cold to the touch, its surface wreathed in a faint ring of grey flowing light, engraved with ancient psionic patterns of the Source Realm.

[Item: One-Year Divine Kingdom Time Acceleration Card]

[Adaptability: All Divine Kingdom Types]

[Effect: The time flow rate within the Divine Kingdom is forcibly accelerated, a year of time passes in a flash, and resource consumption is doubled]

1.72 million, paid in full at once.

The 1.8 million just obtained was emptied once again, leaving only 84,000 credit points remaining in the account.

Looking at his shrinking balance once again, Lin Ye's expression showed no fluctuation at all.

Money could be earned again if it was gone, but he couldn't afford to waste the time required for ferocious beasts to grow.

"Go on." The old man waved his hand, his tone carrying a trace of indifference. "I'll give you a piece of advice: after tonight, if you still gain nothing, recognize reality sooner rather than later. This sky has never favored humble, useless gods."

Lin Ye did not respond; he turned around and walked into the airtight cultivation room, the heavy iron door slamming shut to isolate all outside noise.

Sitting cross-legged, his consciousness sank into his Divine Kingdom.

The pitch-black time acceleration card in his palm soared into the air, transforming into a sky full of grey light spots that merged into the entire Miasma Wasteland.

Hum—

An invisible force of rules enveloped the Divine Kingdom, the dim vault of heaven trembled slightly, and the flowing time speed of the wasteland suddenly surged explosively.

An instant in the outside world, a day in the Divine Kingdom.

And this time, the time span was directly maxed out for a full year.

...

Within the Divine Kingdom, time flew by.

Over the first few days, 82 newborn cubs broke out of their membranes and were born one after another.

The newborn cubs were pitch black all over, with tight flesh and skin, without a trace of decay. As soon as they were born, they came with sharp claws and fangs, and faint reddish Taotie patterns flickered within their chests.

Relying on the miasma rivers, the miasma grass covering the ground, and the powerful bloodline purified by their parents, the growth speed of this batch of cubs was horrifying.

One month in the Divine Kingdom, the cubs shed their childishness, and their sizes began to take the initial shape of ferocious beasts;

Half a year in the Divine Kingdom, all the cubs reached adulthood, with robust physiques and monstrous ferocity, perfectly inheriting all the characteristics of the complete version of the Shagu Devouring Hounds.

One year in the Divine Kingdom, a full 101 Shagu Devouring Hounds had all reached sexual maturity.

Above the wasteland, the black pack of hounds covered the sky and earth, standing densely upon the black-blooded land.

Their cold scales reflected a dull, chilling light, their scarlet vertical pupils looked uniformly toward the dim vault of heaven, and their low beast roars were continuous, shaking the miasma in the air into violent rolling surges.

The effect of the reproduction card had not yet dissipated, and the sexually mature pack of hounds entered the estrus cycle once again.

A new round of gestation quietly began.

As for the original nineteen first-generation ferocious beasts, under a full year of miasma nourishment, mutual slaughter among peers, and resource tempering, their physiques were once again strengthened.

Especially that leader Shagu Devouring Hound, whose body surged to three meters high, whose back bone spurs were ferocious like blades, and whose surrounding miasma condensed without dispersing, a formidable sense of oppression sweeping across the entire wasteland.