Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 109: Penultimate (3)

“Can we really leave like this?”

The dwarves were inwardly fighting with themselves. Though the dwarfism of the dwarven race was nothing but a myth, their pride was very much real. Even if they knew they wouldn’t be able to do much in such a battle, they still felt that they could do something.

“Don’t worry.” Dyon said with a smile. “Though I’m not a bad person, I wouldn’t particularly consider myself benevolent. Since I’m taking you in, it means that I have a use for you… What do you think of this?”

Dyon suddenly took out a massive golden door. Even though it didn’t make a single sound coming out of Dyon’s inner world, just silently standing in the ground caused cracks to spread out violently.

The splinters in the hard soil raced across the brown lands, crashing into the shore and causing miniature rivers of water to rush out.

“… Heavy!”

The three Overlord dwarves watched on with wide eyes. The first thing they noticed was the weight of this door, but the next thing they noticed were its intricate patterns. They completely forgot about the looming booms hanging over them in the horizon.

“This… Our Clan hasn’t produced a work this marvelous in countless generations.”

Dyon blinked with curiosity at these words.

“So that means that your Ancestors have reached this level before?”

“Not in the same way, but functionally speaking, yes. I can’t confirm for certain, but judging by the descriptive texts, it should be so. Our Ancestors would never exaggerate… Even I was a bit doubtful craftsmanship could reach this level until now…”

“This is your task.” Dyon said.

With a wave of his hand, a large blooming flower the size of a human appeared to his side. Soon, a clone of himself was formed and the massive golden door disappeared.

“My clone will follow you all out. I’ve set up a network chain of teleportation arrays leading from here to the eastern region. However, they’re not perfectly linked so that in the case one is compromised, they won’t all be. My clone will lead you.”

“You want us to…”

“Yes. Recreate treasures of this level. There’s really no deadline. I’ll end this war before you get a chance to.”

Dyon’s unbridled confidence shocked the dwarves to the point where they could only look at one another.

“Well? Hurry up now unless you want to get caught up in all of this.”

“We… Thank you.”

In the end, the dwarven elders could only bow in thanks before rushing away. It wasn’t long before Dyon, Clara, Luna, Ri and Alauna were the only ones remaining.

 “You four should go too. If you stay here, how am I supposed to have any fun?”

Clara pinched Dyon’s hip hard.

“What are you saying? Trying to find another wife among the cyclops? Your tastes are pretty fierce.”

Dyon grinned. “If they weren’t fierce, how could I have married you?”

“Ohoho, so it’s like that? I seem to remember someone making a bet with me that if I could draw a Grandmaster Array in 20 years, he would become my slave for 5 years. My debt is long overdue.”

[Author’s Note: This was a pretty long time ago, lmao. Dyon wanted anal, Clara wanted a slave. This happened right after Dyon defeated Loki]

“I wasn’t in the right state of mind.” Dyon said shamelessly. “I even fell into a coma right afterward. I plead insanity.”

Alauna giggled toward her father’s antics. If the dwarves saw him now, they’d probably be even more speechless than they were before. What kind of man with so much power would be on the losing end of a conversation with his wife in the martial world?

“You should plead shamelessness.” Clara said with disdain.

Dyon sighed deeply. “She’s a lost soul, lead her away well Luna. She’s easily confused.”

“Are you sure you want to stay here alone?” Luna asked. “Kaori should be the most aware that he is no match for you. But, I have a hard time believing that he’s attacking you out of principle for killing his father and enslaving his son rather than for a true purpose.”

Dyon looked off toward the cyclops army that was coming ever closer.

“That’s exactly why I have to send you away.” Dyon smiled playfully, as though showing that he truly wasn’t taking this seriously. “As the heir of a Clan only able to share the 30^th rank in the tower quadrants, Kaori somehow got the support of the Numbered Warriors. After that, he managed to call the Transcendent Beast Alliance to his aid. Following that, he got his hands of a Half Immortal Grade spatial treasure that would be rare even in the Sapientia Clan. Now, I’m 95% certain that he’s behind these movements.

“I find it pretty interesting. He somehow managed to hide from me for 80 years as well… I’m curious about what his secrets are… Since he wants to constantly provoke me, I don’t mind taking his things as my own.”

Dyon launched himself into the air, flashing forward over a kilometer in an instant.

“I’m going cyclops hunting, wait for the good news.”

The four women stood in silence for a long time as the sounds of battle erupted in the distance.

Maybe it was the intuition of a woman, but something felt off. The weird part was that they somehow felt that it wasn’t Kaori either. Or maybe it was related to him, but not him exactly.

On Dyon’s shoulders, Little Yin and Yang frowned.

‘Little Yin, this timeline’s penultimate event is coming soon.’

‘…’