My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 900 - 472 Grapes’ Son_1

Chapter 900: Chapter 472 Grapes’ Son_1

In the small world Owen Bertram found himself in: killing one creature would spawn two, killing two would spawn four, and so on!

The reason why the Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch thought Owen Bertram was lucky was that even an ordinary cultivator should have been able to comprehend the "mechanism" of this world by the time four strange birds appeared.

With the strength of the strange birds, four, eight, or even sixteen of them could not cause any harm to Owen Bertram.

Compared to the Fourth Crown Prince’s world, where killing an indigenous person would cause them to respawn stronger and perpetually pursue him, Owen Bertram’s world only had a group of strange birds attacking him. That’s why the second stage of this world was probably the most relaxed of the Nine Realms Sky.

Owen, grasping a strange bird and observing it closely, had no other purpose but to take advantage of the opportunity to benefit himself.

He had already gained a lot in the Desert Sea World, but Owen was still not satisfied!

Owen carefully observed this indigenous creature, with a glimmer of divine light in his eyes, using the power of the Sixth Realm to analyze the deeper rules of this small world.

Logically, even if the local creatures born in such a world were flawed, the real-world creatures entering this place would be like Heaven Realm Immortals descending to the mortal realm. However, the reality was that these small-world indigenous creatures had been interfered with by the controller of the world, possessing great power and guarding the small world to hunt intruders.

Owen wanted to discern this "interference" from the strange bird’s body, thereby comprehending deeper rules and discovering the hidden "treasures."

However, he unexpectedly complied with the rules of this world. The first strange bird could not die; it could only struggle fiercely. The Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch wondered again: What was he trying to do? He should be looking for the Sword-shaped Hairpin."

The other princes, who were watching their own lords struggle one by one, glanced at Owen’s side: just one strange bird? It’s that simple?!

Oh, so Owen was of the Sixth Great Realm, and he could see through the regulations of the world at a glance. There’s nothing to be jealous of.

However, the prince’s subordinates couldn’t help but advise the Saintess of North Ice, "Your Excellency Saintess, could you please pay more attention to our lord? You always pay attention to Owen, and we’re worried that if our lord encounters an emergency, it may be too late to pull him out."

Everyone nodded in agreement, thinking to themselves: since you are devoted to our lord, why don’t you stop staring at the handsome young man?

The Saintess of North Ice’s face flushed slightly. She had no ulterior motives towards Owen’s appearance and was purely curious. She turned her attention back to the four lords’ worlds, not blaming her subordinates for their impatience. The four lords were all in dangerous situations... The Saintess of North Ice despised them in her heart: what garbage!

Speaking of which, the four lords were genuinely wronged. The two most outstanding young cultivators in the whole Eastern Land might be there, and compared to them, wasn’t everyone else considered trash?

After a while, the Saintess of North Ice shook her head secretly, thinking: not only is their cultivation inferior, but their knowledge and courage are also lacking...

She took a casual glance at Owen’s side and noticed that he had left his original spot and was now inhumanely dragging the poor strange bird on the ground.

The strange bird, pitifully, tried to fight back several times, only to be punched by Owen each time. Eventually, most of the bones in its body were broken, leaving it to whimper and be dragged obediently.

He walked through the wheat fields and fruit trees, stopping occasionally. Every time he stopped, spirals of divine light flickered in his eyes, allowing him to see through the surface of the world and glimpse the hidden rules underneath.

He found clues in the strange bird, which became a breakthrough in understanding the rules of the whole world. Peeling away the layers, it wasn’t easy to see through the world, but he could follow these rules and find the things he wanted.

At the time the Saintess of North Ice looked over again, Owen happened to be under a Heaven-reaching Grapevine. The grapevine, thick enough for dozens of people to wrap their arms around, grew up into the sky and disappeared above the horizon!

The heavy grapes hung in bunches on the vine, shimmering in a colorful glow and emitting an enticing fragrance that anyone could tell were precious. Anyone who could pick one and eat it would definitely make great progress in cultivation.

The Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch were surprised because this Heaven-reaching Grapevine was the biggest opportunity known to be in Owen Bertram’s world.

How could this fellow be so lucky? Both felt somewhat resentful; the various opportunities in the Nine Realms Sky belonged to us cultivators of the Northern Plain! We could give them to the lords because we would eventually benefit more from them. But giving them to you, Owen Bertram, would be a loss for us.

Next, they saw Owen merely glancing indifferently upwards at the grapes on the vine as if to say, "Oh, there’s a grapevine." Then he walked further forward, looking down.

"Hmm?" The Saintess of North Ice and the Elderly Witch wondered at the same time, then sneered: is the Sixth Great Realm cultivator too proud to rely on these external means for improvement? His pride is laughable!

After leaving the Heaven-reaching Grapevine, Owen walked for another ten miles or so, where a desolate area rarely appeared in this world. Not a single plant grew on the barren ground within a radius of hundreds of miles. Although it was called a barren land, it was somewhat inaccurate because the ground was clearly fertile black soil, yet mysteriously devoid of any growth.