They all call me Great Master-Chapter 659 - 656: That Moment, The Little Snake Under the Tree!

An eternal lamp.

Moreover, at this moment, the XP that was needed to level up "Bluff" was completely unnecessary; in the field of view that only Arthur could see, it began to increase +1+1+1+1.

"Bluff Lv8"

"Bluff Lv9"

"Bluff Lv10"

...

The long-stagnant skill "Bluff" started to improve.

With every level increased, Arthur appeared more natural.

The fourth gaze that appeared lingered slightly on Arthur before shifting with the previous three gazes towards that area shrouded in brilliance.

Then came the fifth gaze, the sixth gaze.

The casting gazes kept increasing.

Each time a gaze was cast, it would subconsciously glance at Arthur first.

But Arthur was too inconspicuous.

Or rather...

Arthur really resembled a 'snake' too much.

Which led these beings to also consider Arthur a 'snake'.

And this perception caused Arthur's "Bluff" to start skyrocketing.

When the eleventh gaze came over, the numbers that were once just +1 had already turned into +99!

+99+99+99...

Layers upon layers, densely packed numbers, were increasing frantically.

"Bluff," which was just steadily improving, seemed to be on a rocket at this moment—

"Bluff Lv11"

"Bluff Lv12"

...

"Bluff Lv99"

...

When "Bluff" reached Lv99, the constant appearance of experience points suddenly halted.

Not because they were gone, nor was there any decrease.

The +99 numbers were still +99.

What changed was "Bluff" itself.

The disappearance of the required number to level up in "Bluff Lv99 (59499/-)," but the increasing numbers were still there.

However, it seemed to have reached a limit, and "Bluff" could no longer improve.

All of this, Arthur saw clearly.

It could also see the brilliance clearly—

A tree!

A colossal Golden Tree!

The endless brilliance bloomed from the branches and leaves.

And although its body could not have seen clearly before, bathing in such brilliance, its body grew rapidly.

In just thirty breaths, it grew from the size of a pinky to 10 meters long.

The growth in body size made it stronger and hungrier.

It quickened its pace towards the tree.

There, it was so fragrant.

So fragrant that, without needing to act, Arthur instinctively rushed there.

And this scene made those eleven gazes even more expectant.

These gazes watched Arthur.

The increasing numbers of "Bluff" suddenly started a new wave of explosive growth, changing from +99 to +999.

A tenfold change.

By the time Arthur had crawled halfway there, the numbers in "Bluff" Lv99 had already turned into "14489055/-".

And these numbers were still increasing.

Arthur's instincts told him that such numbers were greatly beneficial.

So, he felt no sorrow.

Instead, under the watch of those eleven gazes, he swiftly moved forward—with the appearance of a beast driven by instinct!

And by the time Arthur, crawling, reached the base of that colossal Golden Tree, the number in "Bluff" Lv99 had reached a terrifying "30028500/-".

At the same time, Arthur's serpentine body had reached 100 meters.

But even with such a body, under the Golden Tree, he was hardly noticeable; he couldn't even begin to describe the enormity of the Golden Tree.

Because when he was here, he looked up and saw...

Worlds.

Worlds within the leaves.

Each leaf represented a world.

A total of 129,600 leaves.

The cycle of life and death never rests.

Their number neither increases nor decreases.

Each time a leaf withers and falls, a new leaf grows in its place.

Arthur watched the falling leaves, watched new life.

He struggled to rise, climbing towards the trunk of the tree.

He wanted to reach the top of the tree to look around.

But, as this thought surfaced, his "Death Intuition" issued unprecedented warnings, not just flickering but also buzzing in a way he had never experienced before. In his vision, he saw—

A humanoid with seven heads and nine arms, without a head, brandishing flames.

A bird-headed, fish-bodied monster churning up monstrous waves.

A one-eyed, bodiless monster spewing thunder and lightning.

A girl under a black veil weeping softly.

A gentleman holding a golden cup with a face full of haughty disdain.

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An old man with a decaying body, ceaselessly making a loud racket.

These six instantly reduced him to ashes, leaving not even his soul behind.

And—

The one hidden in the fog, murmuring softly, whose face was unknown.

The one whose essence was scarlet, roaring viciously without pause.

The silent one filled with endless power, remaining quiet and unspoken.

The humanoid with three heads, a single arm and leg, giggling and laughing.

These four imprisoned his soul and made him experience pain.

Only—

The lady cloaked in a cape and concealing a serpentine body granted him a quick end.

Horror!

Great horror!

Once he truly climbed to the top of the tree, his "Bluff" would no longer be able to continue hiding his true self.

He would be completely exposed.

He,

changed his original idea.

He continued to let instinct drive him, climbing and searching on the Golden Tree.

Here, there was no concept of time.

But his body had still grown from 100 meters to 1,000 meters long.

Even then, he was still so insignificant, hardly worth mentioning.

At the same time...

A sense of twilight descended upon his body.

Arthur could clearly perceive that his body had reached its limit.

It wasn't just the limit of his body.

It seemed there were also limits set by 'destiny'.

'Destiny' constrained him.

His crawling pace became slower and slower.

Until he could no longer move at all, the trunk of the Golden Tree that he clung to trembled slightly, and a drop of sap oozed out from the bark, enveloping him within it.

In an instant, he felt reborn.

He instantaneously broke through 'destiny'!

He instantaneously shook off 'destiny'!

At this moment, he was cast away from the branches of the Golden Tree!

It was as if he had moved from one world to another!

Of course, this wasn't the most important part!

The most important thing was that the owners of the eleven gazes had made their move!

These eleven gazers did not 'crush' him.

Because...

They were wary of each other, guarding against each other.

They extracted the 'sap' that had merged into his body.

Splitting it eleven ways.

Taking their own shares, they left contentedly.

And him?

He kept falling downward.

Until...

He fell into a river.

Not a splash was made.

Pain!

An unimaginable agony!

He felt as though his soul had been torn apart!

He experienced death!

Or perhaps, he had already died.

His body drifted along the river's flow until—

"What a poor little snake."

In a pleasant voice, he was scooped up by a hand.

It was a remarkably comely old lady.

The old lady had a youthful face, but the endless sense of years made him call her 'old lady'.

The very comely old lady stroked his head.

He, lived again.