To mix in the forest, we rely on being ruthless, having many brothers, and being righteous.
Bai Lao Er often heard the boss say this at that time.
Boss is the leader of the White Mane clan. His body is covered with scars, which are the results of fighting with monsters from all walks of life, and he is able to hold down both inside and outside.
The forest was large enough to accommodate many clans.
The forest was also small, and friction and conflict were always everywhere.
The White Mane clan’s rivals were a pack of forest wolves. The wolves were a powerful force, numerous and numerous in packs, brutal and ferocious.
After the White Mane clan grew, war broke out between them and the wolves bordering their territory.
After losing a quarter of their pack, the White Mane clan fought to the bitter end.
The leader of the pack lost an eye, while the king of the wolves lost his breath.
After the victory, the whole pack rejoiced.
With a wider territory, more food and space, the White Mane clan’s status in the forest was further enhanced.
It was only necessary to wait for a while and give birth to more cubs, and the entire clan would recover. With luck, they might even receive a reward from the Forest God.
Disaster struck without warning.
Large swathes of land sank into the sea, hurricanes covered the sky in the ocean, a black crack appeared in the sky, and the entire world seemed to be in ruins. The guys in the forest all said that the Forest God had fallen.
Bai Lao Er was scared to death.
The gods have fallen, the world is hopeless.
But the boss said, don’t panic, come with me.
The Boss took the whole clan and abandoned the original forest, avoiding the sinking land and escaping the ocean that kept coming ashore. It firmly took the whole clan all the way north, migrating to the highest ground.
The Moult Monster and the Corruptor appeared.
These two monsters from the other world killed every living thing in the forest.
Especially the moulting monsters.
They liked to peel off the skin of their prey in its entirety, so that the opponent would clearly feel the pain of being skinned. This painful ritual would be pleasurable to the [skinner] and would grant the moult monster a boon.
The moulting monsters would take aim at the White Mane clan.
The oldest pig was the first to go, frantically wrestling with the monsters, his only remaining eyes carrying an unflinching courage and ferocity.
All the other pigs fought along with him, fighting to defend the herd.
The White Elder fled without looking back.
He felt that he had no chance of winning. Whether it was one against one, or many against many, the White Mane clan could not fight against the Molting Skin Monster. This was a battle that was simply impossible to win.
Why fight, why resist? Run, run is the only way!
Many years later, it would recall that night of escape.
It took the White Elder a lot of time to realise that without the pack’s madness to kill the enemy, it had no chance of escaping.
It survived.
The entire pack was also the only survivor of Bai Lao Er. Like the humblest of worms and gophers, it burrowed into the lowest part of the mud on weekdays and hid in the rotten, stinking earth, not daring to move at all.
Hunger made it change, fleeing the dangerous land for the water, hunting fish and shrimp for its belly.
In extraordinary times, pigs also have the courage to go to the sea.
Bai Lao Er discovers that he has a magical ability to always find something good.
For example, it found a treasure in the sea [Baleen Whale Moustache]. This treasure allowed Bai Lao Er to live in the sea for a long time, just like a fish.
Another example was that it could find corpses left behind by transcendent creatures.
Ingesting these carrion bodies allowed Bai Lao Er to become stronger little by little, and it could barely feel its body weakening and aging. It understood that eating brought strength.
As long as it kept eating the corpses of transcendental beings, it could keep living and grow stronger!
As the first ever White Maned Pig to live in the sea, Lao Er was very careful. It almost always moved underwater, never revealing itself without necessity.
At some points, it felt like it was turning into a fish.
A fish like a boar.
It lived alone, diving and searching. Surviving as the last survivor and disgraced member of the White Bristle clan.
Even so, it was still targeted by the moulting monsters that remained here.
This time, the White Elder didn’t run away, this time was different!
It rammed its enemies into the sea one by one, tearing those monsters apart in the sea, venting and tearing at those enemies.
This act, however, attracted the [Crazy Flayers], and those monsters would use a fire that would not go out, leaving Bai Lao Er seriously injured.
It could only hide underwater again.
This time, it escaped to a small island in the north of the mainland.
While recuperating from its injuries, Bai Lao Er suddenly developed a sense that there was a treasure!
This time, the sensation was unprecedentedly strong, like a pinprick that prevented it from even resting-indicating that the treasure was even more precious and rare than any time before.
It endured its injuries and dived underwater, digging through the silt and debris on the seabed, and found its target, a rotting tree man, in a trench deep under the sea.
The hungry penis ate the tree man corpse and gnawed out a hard object from the inside, which turned out to be a glittering god qualification!
The qualification of a god.
Great happiness struck the ill-fated pig.
It burst into tears for a moment.
The years of living and holding back, the running away and cowardice many years ago, the loneliness and loss of living alone, all seemed to have been rewarded by fate at this moment.
From this day onwards, there was no more White Elder in the world, only the deity [White God].
The entire world had become very different from the old days.
He could see the abilities in every transcendent being, as well as their lives and mana, and a multitude of numbers and words reconstructed the world ……
He understood everything marvellously and quickly, and the variety of it was unspeakable.
This is the realm of the gods.
But what to do as a god, the White God didn’t quite understand.
The White God tried to remember the mannerisms of the gods in the rumours.
Believers.
Yes, first there was the recruitment of believers.
Then apostles, to get an apostle and have him walk in place of himself as a god. There were none at the moment, so he himself would take on the role on a part-time basis for now.
Then there is the idol.
The idol …… will come later, the important thing is faith, right, to get faith first!
The White God got excited.
As long as there was sufficient faith, one could unleash the two miracles exclusive to gods.
[Stomp]: consume 20 points of faith to perform a stomping attack within range.
This miracle unfolded as if an invisible giant palm had descended from the heavens and crushed the ground into an oval-shaped area of subsidence.
Stomp Remove could not expand the range, it could be adjusted in size and shape. The White God then directly adjusted it to a huge pig’s hoof shape to show off his dominance!
[Intimidate]: consumes 40 points of Faith to reduce the damage and defence of all members within range by 20%, with a certain chance of triggering fear.
With a single Intimidating Roar from the White God, most of the surrounding beasts and humans prostrated themselves in fear, fear in their bodies.
He began to live the life of a peaceful god.
One day, He was taking a nap on His back in the sand when the sky suddenly turned a strange red colour.
Giant meteorites fell from the sky without warning, raining down on the island and smashing the unsuspecting White God half to death on the spot.
He desperately fled into the water before escaping.
The island behind him had already been smashed into the sea by the natural disaster.
The White God was suddenly awakened!
It turned out that gods also had limits.
No way!
Can’t continue to be so lazy!
Otherwise the next natural disaster might really smash itself to death.
It is said that gods all fall in divine battles …… If they fall in a rock that falls from the sky, the White God finds it hard to accept.
He began to actively search for the first batch of believers.
Soon, the White God found some people who had been caught in a shipwreck. Among them was a child called Salt Long, who seemed to have a good brain and the ability of [Longevity].
He was the one!
The White God saved Saltcue, demonstrated miracles, and called Himself the Apostle White Lord. He then gives the other person guidance to develop believers everywhere.
But it turned out to have little effect.
The reason is that there are already gods in this world.
Of all the gods, the [Yao God] was especially famous. It was said that he had infinite power and had abused and wiped out many gods, which made the White God a bit panicked.
It must not be confronted head-on.
He told his followers to secretly go and develop in the shadows, avoiding the area under Yao God’s control and not revealing their identities.
However, Yao God’s believers were too fast. With the Gospel in hand, they snatched a large number of people by giving away food and clothes.
The White God learnt from the pain and decided to follow the other side’s example.
Since you can send food, then I, White God, dare to send something better!
Send gems!
The White God found quite a few gems and pearls at the bottom of the sea and on the islands. He used all of these as supplies to recruit believers, and told Salt Long and the others to go and develop the believers properly.
Gods may not be watched when they don’t want to be seen. But when needed, a god can show his true face. He disguised Himself as the Apostle Lord White to deter and lead the believers.
This time it worked.
The strength of the White God’s followers grew greatly, reaching an unprecedented 149! Although a dozen or so rebelled in the back, it didn’t matter and the overall direction was good.
The key thing was that the Jewel Raider was working.
The White God was digging around for gems that could be exchanged for faith, looking even harder.
That is, until He was on a small island when He was hit with a second heavenly disaster.
The same island, the same meteorite rain.
The same powerlessness.
For the first time, the White God truly felt that there was a gap between the gods.
It seems that he is going to be the White Elder again.
A familiar feeling, just like going home.
