The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 1909

Philip’s thoughts were in a mess right now because what Fennel told him was too inconceivable.

‘God Creation Project? Was there really a god in this world?’

‘What constituted a god? Was it being above everything else?’

Seeing that unpleasant look on Philip’s face, Fennel walked over and gently patted his shoulder while saying, “Don’t think too much. Your current strength is not enough to reach that level yet. I’m telling you about it now just for you to be mentally prepared. After all, the potential of having 100% XD factor level is unprecedented.”

Philip looked up at Fennel and continued to hold his head. At this time, there was a ringing in his ears and electric currents surged through him from time to time. It felt as if there was a strange but wonderful voice calling out to him.

That voice was very mysterious and peculiar.

It took a while before Philip recovered. He looked at Fennel and asked, “The God Creation Project you mentioned, is it really to create the so-called god of all living beings?”

Fennel frowned and thought for a while before saying, “You can put it that way, but that’s not exactly it either. This God Creation Project may be a little different from the so-called god you have in mind. It’s not the kind in myths and legends, rather more like a leader in a broader sense or a prophet.”

“Of course, it’s not wrong if you treat the God Creation Project with the mysterious color of fairy tales. After all, this ancient and grand plan has never succeeded. We don’t know who proposed this plan in the beginning, let alone when this plan will end.”

“Perhaps it’s just a legend, a fantasy that motivates human civilization to keg) moving forward.”

Fennel looked a little despondent when he finished speaking.

Philip nodded. A few minutes later, he left the lounge with Fennel.

“The next step is to develop your potential. Since you have 100% potential, it should be quick,” Fennel said as he walked ahead, leading Philip to a spacious room. This room, covering an area of about hundreds of square meters, was a circular structure divided into eight areas. Each area was filled with people in discussions or training.

Surprisingly, Philip actually saw flames sprouting from some people’s hands, as well as the look of awe and excitement on their faces. Some people could also levitate metal objects with their hands. Others held a javelin in a separate training cabin and threw it at the holographic projection of humans!

them was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and glasses. He looked very refined, like a teacher in a magic academy.

The other party folded his hands and bowed slightly to Fennel while saying, “President Leigh.”

Fennel nodded and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder. He turned to Philip behind him and introduced, “This is the instructor here. He’ll teach you what to do next.”

Philip nodded slightly toward the other party before he pulled Fennel to the side and dated suspiciously, “Why are you President Leigh? What exactly is this place? Didn’t you say that the disciples study and train at the Nonagon and behind the door? Why is this place…”

Fennel laughed and shrugged as he said, “This is an institution I founded. I recruited some pretty capable guys. Who told you that only the Nonagon can select disciples in this world? Any king of disciples can have disciples. We just need to cover them with the power of kingship.”

Philip was dumbfounded. He swept a glance at the nearly 20 to 30 people around and asked, “Are they all your people?”