Super God Golden Crow Record

Chapter 1 Extraordinary Talent

The Super God Universe, the edge of the world.

An unknown nebula.

This is a place that even the most adventurous explorers in the universe are unwilling to set foot in.

In this remote corner, a completely black planet floats, as if it had been forgotten.

This is clearly a dead star.

The surface of the Death Star shows no signs of water or life. The parched, cracked earth resembles countless gruesome wounds from afar. And countless enormous, chilling skeletons lie half-buried in the rock and soil.

They are all the corpses of ancient mythical beasts. Although they have been dead for tens of millions of years, their bodies still refuse to decay.

The gale whipped up sand and gravel as it swept across the ground, making a low, mournful sound.

In this deathly silence, a crow stands atop a protruding piece of animal bone.

The crow was entirely black, but its feathers were dry and disheveled, and its left wing bore a deep, bone-revealing wound. From a distance, the figure appeared small and frail, swaying precariously in the howling wind, as if it might be swept away by the gale at any moment.

Upon closer inspection, one will find that this crow's eyes are not at all as dull as those of ordinary birds.

His dark eyes were now filled with bewilderment, shock, and panic at the unknown, as well as a deep-seated despair.

Where am I?

His name is Zhao Chen. Three days ago, he was scrolling through his phone in his rented room, watching the official anime of "Super God Academy." But three days later, he had turned into a crow. A crow on the verge of death.

"Have I...time-traveled?"

Zhao Chen's consciousness began to violently tremble within this body. He tried to move his wings, and a sharp pain immediately shot through his left wing, almost causing him to faint.

Turning his head, he saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left wing, the origin of which was unknown. But that wasn't the most important thing now; the most important thing was that he was starving to death.

Yes, that's right. Zhao Chen felt that the hunger at this moment was like a dull knife, churning wildly in his stomach.

A chill rose from his toes and claws, shooting straight to the top of his head. From the original owner's memories, Zhao Chen learned that this body had not eaten for three days.

Three days.

For a crow, this was practically a death sentence.

What made Zhao Chen even more desperate was that there was absolutely nothing edible nearby. Insects, moss, vegetation—nothing at all.

There were only black rocks and gravel nearby, as well as the suffocating skeletons of giant beasts.

These skeletons do look quite "nutritious," but he's still just a crow the size of a palm. What can he use to gnaw on these skeletons that are taller than buildings?

"Sigh, does this mean my time travel means turning into a crow and starving to death?"

Looking up at the sky, Zhao Chen's consciousness began to slowly fade.

He was unwilling to accept it, truly unwilling to accept it.

Why is it that everyone else gets a system start that makes them invincible, but he gets turned into a crow and has to starve to death?

Zhao Chen's consciousness began to fade. His claws grew weaker and weaker.

The wind still howled in his ears, as if death was whistling as it slowly approached him.

Just as Zhao Chen was about to fall—

boom!

A power originating from the depths of his soul began to explode in his mind without warning. This power was extremely violent, greedy, and domineering.

The message displayed has only one meaning.

swallow!

Devour everything!

It devours flesh and blood, energy, minerals, rocks, and everything in sight!

Turn them all into your own power!

Zhao Chen still doesn't know what this means.

He was unaware that, in the laws of biology, crows were notoriously of inferior bloodlines. Under normal circumstances, even after a thousand years of cultivation, they would only awaken minor talents such as sharp claws and teeth, or accelerated flight. Compared to those born divine beasts, they were like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

He didn't know that in the instant he traveled through time, the temporal turbulence had already torn his soul apart. If it weren't for a drop of true blood that happened to collide with him in the temporal turbulence and had wandered in the void for countless years, thus reshaping his soul...

Otherwise, his consciousness would probably have been annihilated in that spacetime turbulence long ago.

And it was through this brief tempering that his soul was imprinted with a trace of extremely primal origin—

This is an ancient and primordial mark. The moment Zhao Chen's soul entered this body, it awakened his demonic bloodline talent.

This is the highest level of talent.

It is an unparalleled opportunity that can break through all constraints.

The next moment, Zhao Chen opened his eyes.

At this moment, the despair and confusion that had been in his eyes earlier had completely vanished, leaving only an almost insane obsession.

live.

Zhao Chen looked around and saw only rocks, gravel, and skeletons nearby... This left Zhao Chen speechless. Could these things really be eaten?

Looking at the black rocks at my feet.

Hard and cold, Zhao Chen felt that if he dared to bite it, it would break his teeth.

But the body's instincts told him: it could swallow.

Can it swallow?

Zhao Chen paused for a moment, then lowered his head. He used his beak to peck off a small piece of rock.

As soon as it entered his mouth, Zhao Chen felt that the rock fragment was rough and gritty, making it difficult to swallow. But he still forced it down.

The rock tasted nothing the moment it entered my stomach.

A faint, almost imperceptible warm current slowly rose from Zhao Chen's abdomen.

This is the power of the earth, so faint as to be almost untouchable, yet it truly exists.

Zhao Chen's eyes lit up instantly.

He lowered his head, took another bite, and swallowed. Another warm sensation flowed into his stomach; it really worked! Zhao Chen exclaimed in surprise.

Turning his head, Zhao Chen gazed at the withered bones.

The owner of these remains has been dead for countless millennia, yet they still stand tall. There must still be some residual energy within them.

Zhao Chen flapped his injured wing and staggered to a broken rib. This rib was thicker than the bird itself, and its surface was covered with dense cracks. Zhao Chen used his beak to peck off a small piece of bone and swallowed it with difficulty.

"boom--"

A warm current, a hundred times more concentrated than rock, suddenly exploded within his body!

This is the sedimentation of life's essence, the final gift left to Zhao Chen by the ancient behemoth.

Although it is only a small piece of bone, the energy it contains has already surpassed that of hundreds or thousands of rocks!

Zhao Chen was so excited that his hands trembled slightly. He suddenly understood.

He can now devour everything. Rocks, minerals, bones... everything that seemed worthless in his past life can be transformed into resources of power before him.

Zhao Chen began frantically devouring the rib, slowly nibbling at the bone fragments. Although the progress seemed slow, and each bite made his throat ache, Zhao Chen did not stop.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Chen finally collapsed onto that rib, exhausted, but a warm current was slowly flowing through his abdomen.

The wound on the left wing had stopped bleeding, the body was no longer so weak, and the consciousness had become clearer than ever before.

"I finally survived," Zhao Chen exclaimed.

-

Night began to slowly fall.

Zhao Chen folded his wings and curled up in the gap between his two ribs to avoid the howling wind outside. The bone fragments that hadn't been digested during the day were being absorbed by his body little by little.

Zhao Chen looked up at the sky.

Against the dark gray sky, a few dim stars could already be faintly seen. These distant lights were traversing the endless void, falling upon this planet.

In the sky, a bright moon was slowly rising, several times larger than the moon on Earth in his previous life, radiating a cool moonlight.

Zhao Chen withdrew his gaze and curled his body up even tighter. The gale continued to howl outside, lashing against the rocks and skeletons with a mournful sound.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes and began to fall into a deep sleep.

Its chest rose and fell slightly, and the feathers all over its body trembled slightly with each breath.

Meanwhile, deep within Zhao Chen's soul, the Devouring Talent that had just awakened during the day was automatically operating, digesting the bone fragments and rocks accumulated during the day. Wisps of energy began to spread from his stomach, slowly merging into Zhao Chen's blood, bones, and feathers, nourishing his entire body.

Although this energy appears to be very little now, so little that it can almost be ignored.

But they are seeds, they are hope for the future.

Although this planet is still as desolate as ever, Zhao Chen has found a path to become stronger in this boundless desolation.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky slowly began to glow faintly.

A new day has begun.

Zhao Chen is about to get busy again.

Continue to devour.

Continue to grow stronger.