Florida Man in Magus World: Unleashing Liberty and Freedom

Chapter 189 - Florida Man Who Escaped Civilization for Half a Century to Become Immortal Returns and Proclaims That He Has Broken the Matrix and Attained Godhood

After completing the purchase, a spectacular event unfolded. Ten thousand crimson laser beams shot down from the sky, their sudden appearance illuminating the Lamia Village. The mysterious rays startled the Lamias and beastmen, driving them out of their shelters in confusion and fear. Many fled toward the lake for safety, while others, too frightened or weak to move, huddled in place, trembling.

Felix quickly took charge of the situation. Together with Jiji, he rushed to help the immobilized villagers. One by one, they carried those unable to move, including their eggs, out of harm's way, escorting them to the northern shore of the lake.

The lasers, however, weren't an attack. Gradually, they began printing structures directly onto the ground, starting with the foundations of new buildings and roads. The red beams precisely installed water and drainage systems, laying the groundwork for an entirely new town.

A crowd gathered near the lakeside, their fear giving way to awe as they watched their once-dilapidated village transform before their eyes. Some stared at the sky, trying to discern the origin of these enigmatic rays.

Felix, meanwhile, approached the group of builders and formally addressed them.

"I've used a grand magic spell to rebuild your town. What you'll have now is far superior to what was here before. The new town includes sturdy homes, a proper road network, and a running water system. There's also a central warehouse where you can safely store and hatch your eggs. However, the houses might be a bit dark for now since we don't have electricity yet. We'll work on that later."

The villagers exchanged puzzled glances. Many of the Lamias kept their eyes fixed on the laser beams as if hoping to unravel the mystery behind this technological miracle. Felix decided against explaining further. The concept of automated construction beams from a magical transaction would likely confuse them even more. Leaving the villagers to marvel at their new home, Felix turned his attention to other matters.

He headed north, where Zen was overseeing the settlement expansion in that region. Felix had plans to ensure fairness among his people. Quietly, he initiated the construction of a second town in the northern area, using the same advanced method.

As he watched the northern beams descend, Felix crossed his arms and observed the construction progress. He sighed deeply. "How long will it take to finish every building?" Felix asked Jessica. <Seven days.>

"My house only took a day, though. What's the issue?"

<You're building 200 houses at once. This includes the infrastructure and the foundation of the new cities. Obviously, it will take time.>

"Ah."

Felix sighed deeply. Since waiting seven days idly was counterproductive, he decided to go back to the Chrono Gym. Preparing for the long training period, Felix called Jiji and Diana over for a short cuddle. An hour later, he vanished to another dimension. …

*WHOOSH*

The dimensional platform, its eerie, unyielding presence timeless and absolute. Felix's body manifested in the realm had remained unchanged over the years. As soon as Felix appeared on the Chrono Gym Platform, he was immediately slammed onto the ground by an unrelenting force of gravity, 300 times that of Earth's.

A sharp groan escaped Felix's lips as his muscles strained and bones creaked under the oppressive weight. The air felt thick, pressing down on every fiber of his being.

In the distance, a tall figure turned. His piercing eyes narrowed with amusement. It was Singtowl, the realm's master and Felix's mentor.

"Still can't handle it, eh?" Singtowl teased Felix, though he was interested in Felix's struggle.

"Ugh," Felix grunted, forcing himself upright despite the crushing force. The effort was futile, but he wasn't one to give up. Drawing on his inner essence, he directed its flow to reinforce his legs and bones, creating a temporary bulwark against the gravitational onslaught.

For a full minute, Felix stood defiant. His entire body trembled with exertion. Sweat streamed down his face as he focused solely on survival. But then his left kneecap gave out with a sickening pop. Without the crucial balance it provided, he crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.

Singtowl chuckled, clearly entertained but not unsympathetic. With a snap of his fingers, the immense pressure around Felix dissipated in an instant. Gravity returned to Earth's normal levels, and Felix felt like a fish hauled out of the water and suddenly thrown back into its natural element.

"Finally," Felix muttered, panting heavily. He summoned a glowing vial from his inventory, downing the healing potion in one gulp. The concoction worked immediately, knitting the damage to his body, but the mental toll remained.

"Seriously, I can never get used to this!" Felix complained.

Singtowl smirked, crossing his arms. "Your complaints are trivial, Felix. Imagine standing here for a billion years, doing nothing but training and waiting."

Felix paused, wiping his brow as a cold bead of sweat trickled down his neck. The thought alone was unbearable. A billion years of solitude, of unending monotony under an unimaginable force—how could anyone endure that?

"What did you do to deserve this?" Felix asked, curious of Singtowl's circumstances. Singtowl shrugged, "It's the price of survival. My siblings are rather murderous. In my family, being alive is often seen as a sign of weakness."

Felix blinked. "What?"

Singtowl continued, his tone turning somber. "You see, I come from the Gold Dragon lineage, an offshoot of your Void Phoenix ancestry. My family thrives on conflict—kill or be killed. Our ancestors believed in strengthening our bloodline through adversity. He resurrected his children repeatedly, forcing them into battles to weed out the weak and refine our DNA over generations. It's not just a tradition. It's an expectation."

Felix shivered at the thought. "That's insane. Doesn't that mean most of your kind don't live long?"

A grim smile spread across Singtowl's face. "Exactly. Only the strongest survive, and even they do so under constant threat. Our numbers are a fraction of what the Void Phoenix family boasts. Your ancestors focused on unity and endurance. Mine believed in purity and perfection through suffering."

Felix studied Singtowl, his mentor's golden eyes revealing a depth of pain and determination he could scarcely comprehend. Despite the mocking exterior, Singtowl's existence was a relentless battle—a tightrope walk over an abyss of annihilation.

"I'll admit," Felix said after a moment, "I wouldn't last a day in your shoes."

Singtowl chuckled, "You'd be surprised, Felix. You have potential. Perhaps not as a dragon, but as something far more unique. Now get up. Your training isn't over."

Felix groaned again but pushed himself upright. He wasn't sure if he admired Singtowl's resilience or pitied his endless struggle. Either way, he had to survive. And maybe, just maybe, find a way to stand as an equal to beings like Singtowl someday.

Singtowl then asked about Felix's purpose of training this time.

"So, what's it gonna be this session? Boosting your lifespan? Increasing your skill mastery?"

Felix inhaled deeply as he made a tough decision. He bit his lower lips, hesitating for a moment. Then, he stated his goal.

"A demon god is about to start a weird series of scenario quests in my world. Make me stronger than that demon god."

Singtowl smirked, clearly pleased, "That's a tall call. You're merely a mortal. You're asking to fight an enemy stronger than you by TWO major realms. That's an impossible task."

"Then, what should I do?" Felix's face paled, desperate for a solution.

"Simple," Singtowl leaned over and whispered. "You just have to break the limit of a mortal standard and become a deity in a mortal flesh."

"W-What?! How?"

Singtowl cackled, "Well, let's begin. The first goal you have to reach before the end of our session is… surviving on the 1000 X gravity without my help for one year! This will reinforce the foundation of your fleshly body and soul! Get ready!"

Felix gulped. This challenge would take years to complete, and his mind wasn't ready. However, he had to try. "Alright, master!"

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The migration process descended into chaos as Cornelia's team of flying carpet riders and Felix's robot-driven trucks worked without any coordination. Despite the lack of planning, progress was steady and hectic.

The two trucks operated by Felix's automatons arrived first, rumbling to a stop at the gathering area beneath the floating island. They quickly offloaded heavy luggage, including crates of supplies and siege weapon parts, before speeding back to Balicano City to pick up more cargo.

Diana was already stationed at the Fate Plaza, ensuring a smooth transition for the arriving groups. As new villagers arrived, she granted them the necessary permissions to access the island and teleported them to designated areas on the island. Her efficient handling of the portal ensured minimal delays for the incoming population.

Five hours later, the trucks returned, this time laden with additional supplies. Shortly after, Cornelia's flying carpet team made its first appearance, bringing 200 villagers directly to the island. By late afternoon, the trucks came back again, their beds filled with crates of gold coins and mana crystals.

As the evening approached, the first truck arrived with its most precious cargo: a group of elderly villagers who required special care during transit. The automaton driver had taken extra precautions, slowing its speed and ensuring a smoother ride for the frail passengers. By midnight, Cornelia's carpet team completed another round trip, delivering another 200 people to the island.

The frenetic pace continued well into the next day. Felix's two supply trucks maintained their relentless schedule, reappearing at the gathering area every five hours with more cargo. Meanwhile, Cornelia's flying carpet teams, with a slower but steady rhythm, managed one round trip every 12 hours. The first truck, assigned to handle the elderly and other sensitive groups, paced itself carefully, taking 10 hours for the return journey but racing to Balicano City in just two hours.

By the end of the 24-hour mark, Felix's migration efforts were running like a well-oiled machine. Supplies, valuables, and villagers were steadily transferred to the floating island, where new shelters and infrastructure were in the middle of construction. *WHOOSH*

An elderly muscular man manifested in the floating island. He had long white hair, an overgrown full beard, and withered skin. The man was Felix. He had returned after long years of extreme training. For the people of this world, only a day had passed. But Felix had spent 49 years in the Chrono Gym and spent all the first ticket's hours. He still had another one unused, but he kept it for another time. He believed he got the foundation he needed for the future, regardless if he could complete this population quest or not. He opened his status menu, admiring the changes and new prospects. .

Name: Felix Ariel Remaining Lifespan: 2,147,483,647

Bloodline: Void Phoenix Element Affinity: Fire, Water, Metal, Poison, Light, Void Authorized Level: Super Democracy Pass (C) Level: 60/50 (Limit Break +1)

Energy: 100M / 100M (Limit Break +1)

Essence: 100 Million

Innate Talents: Flame Lungs, Fast Learner, Fire Immunity, Poison Immunity, Petrification Immunity, Ashen Resurrection

Skills: Phoenix Flame Manipulation (Beginner), Radiant Essence Circulation (Skilled), Metallurgy (Grand Master), Metal Creation (Master), Holy Light Manipulation (Skilled), Water Creation (Grand Master), Poison Creation (Skilled)