Universe's End

Chapter 210: Preperation for a hike

"So, here is the situation, folks… I'll be leaving soon."

"Leaving? To where?" Flair asked, the most outspoken of the group.

"Well, I won't really be leaving leaving. Zoey and I will be making the climb to face the tier eight at the top of the mountain."

"IS that supposed to take long?" Harrison asked, seeming confused.

"On paper, no," Rory answered. "As these things tend to go, though, we've got a pretty solid guess it won't be as simple as climbing the mountain and dealing with it. Problem some bull shit that takes us to some pocket reality or something."

"If I may… That's a thing?" Gon Rong asked.

"Ahh, right, I often forget that for most of you, you've never even set foot in a trial space or delve that isn't the Maw."

"The Trial of Space is… unforgiving," Kai Rong said.

Fair enough, some of that stuff required a modern understanding of physics that isn't easy to internalize without proper educators that aren't me. Whatever, they still have the general blueprint; they can figure it out on their own.

Putting aside stray thoughts of the Trial of Space, Rory returned to the present.

"Right, so yes, there are spaces that are bigger on the inside-"

"Like what you did for our grove!" Kai Rong suddenly snapped his fingers together as it clicked.

"Yes, something like that," Rory said, not bothering to explain that the way Trials and non-physical delves broke the rules of space was not the same as what he'd done. "Anyway, we may be gone for a few, uhh, years? Not fully certain, hopefully less than ten. While we're gone, Eia is in charge."

There was a brief moment of surprise, as if they'd expected Kai Rong to be put in charge as the strongest amongst them.

Strongest amongst them is still the strongest amongst tier sevens, like I'd be that stupid.

"Stick to the areas I designated as hunting grounds for you all. If you want to try a new, more advanced hunting ground, you've got to ask Eia to chaperone you first. I don't need any of you kids to become food for a grumpy monster. Eia notwithstanding."

Rory waited for a chirp or laugh, but the room was silent, his humor falling short.

Well, I thought it was funny.

"Any questions?"

"What about us crafters?" Reese asked, one of the trio of forgers.

"Your focus also remains the same. Blacksmiths, you will continue to mine and forge weapons and armor of whatever catches your fancy, while working on your mastery over True Folding. +1 Promethium will be immensely valuable to bring back to Ehkorrus. I just can't be the one trying to mass-produce it. Continue to develop your technical skills and be the judges for one another. Inscription Artists, your goal is a little different. I want every piece of equipment they make to have at minimum a triple layer of inscriptions. Outside of that, continue working to deepen your understanding of concepts and ideas from new angles. Lastly, Gon Rong."

"Yes?" Gon Rong asked.

"I believe you've improved enough. I'm going to have you start producing durability brews."

"Really?" His eyes widened as Rory nodded.

"Yeah, the Obsidian-Souled Roses should be something you can handle now. Also, make sure to harvest the Ferrous Berries, our blacksmiths will be adding them into their promethium blends once they've mastered True Folding."

"Yes!" The younger man cheered before coughing into his fist, regaining his composure. "I mean, my gratitude honored Lord Founder."

The Blooming Obsidian-Souled Rose Tonics were an alchemical brew Rory had created decades ago from a tree guarded by Zoey's least favorite monster –outside of the Dactyl Supreme, which had swallowed her whole— a Wyrm Newt. The problem was that its creation involved some highly toxic materials. As a tier seven, they had left Rory feeling worse for wear when he'd fucked up his handling, so a tier six?

Yeah, there had been a specific reason Rory had held off on letting Gon Rong get his hands dirty with the special brew.

To date, it was still one of the most special brews Rory had ever made, as the only brew he'd managed to uncover that could cause a permanent increase in an attribute. Rory had managed a fifteen percent increase in tier seven to his durability attribute. In contrast, Zoey had seen something closer to five percent. Without handy dandy stat numbers to compare to -the most forbidden concept in the universe according to Eon- they'd only managed to figure out the difference through liberal application of 'stabbing ourselves enough times to get data points to compare against.'

Ehkorrus would be salivating at the thought of such a brew for the elites, and Rory was especially curious how Apostolos would take to it, given he didn't have a durability attribute. Still, it was busy work he wasn't willing to waste time on.

Gon Rong's time, however? Not just was he willing to waste his time, but for the Rong clan hopeful, it wouldn't even be a waste of time; such a potent and dangerous brew to make would be quite worthwhile as far as pushing his ascension gains.

"Anything else, any lingering questions, comments, concerns?" Rory looked around the room filled with his people.

When no one said anything, Rory nodded.

"Great. Now, no one bothers me for the next month unless Eia decides to eat one of you."

Once more, the silence was deafening.

Everyone is a critic.

One month of preparations for the oncoming potential journey, Rory got to work. Over the last few years, he had restocked some of his inventory of weapons, but he still wasn't anywhere close to the sheer amount he once had.

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That wasn't what he spent his time resolving, though.

No, two things in particular took his time over the next month. First was the matter of Zoey's new armor. Rory had some suspicions that Zoey hadn't even bothered to encapsulate her armor within the field of her 'protection' when she'd withstood his Oblivion Point attack, for the exact purpose of what he was doing now, making her new armor.

As far as armor went, it was good, excellent even. But it wasn't outstanding, not in the way something like his or Apostolos's armor was. A lot of that was due to materials. His own armor was made from materials far more advanced, such as Aberrant-grade scales. Apostolos, meanwhile, had armor that gained a shit ton of potential from his storied history with his former armor, which went into the crafting of his new armor.

Had Zoey not brainlessly gotten her armor deleted from existence, he might have been able to do something similar, albeit to a somewhat lesser degree.

But Zoey and brainless went together like peanut butter and jelly, at least in Rory's purely objective opinion, so she had to make do with merely excellent armor.

Last time Rory had let the armor naturally adopt an Akashic Record rather than add his own inscriptions. This time, Rory decided to reverse that, carefully inscribing the armor throughout, which seemed to sink into the metal like a coin sinking into the bottom of a swamp. With decades more of experience between his work with the Skill Slate, general advancement of his understanding of concepts, and even a few new runes, the armor was finished within two weeks as he'd discarded sleep during that time.

Inscribed Promethium Hauberk +1

Grade: Rare

Inscriptions: Heat Overcharge, Combustion Heart

A hauberk forged from extra dense +1 promethium. Heavy as it is, only those with high levels of strength or a similar degree of ascension bonuses may wield such armor.

Given that it was made with Inscriptions and zero Akashic record, there was no explanation of what the Inscriptions actually did, which was a given, as why would it? They hadn't appeared from nowhere after all. Heat Overcharge was his best attempt at recreating the Fire-Souled effect of her last armor, which could repair itself when exposed to volcanic-aligned energies, and even overcharge. In the past, recreating that effect would have been impossible. It was his understanding of space that had played a pivotal role in making it possible, leading directly into the next Inscription effect. Combustion Heart was the manipulation of space, the addition of a layering of conceptual space that didn't actually exist. Within that 'space,' reserves of literal fire could be absorbed, a reserve tank for her armor to draw upon and enhance the effectiveness of Heat Overcharge. Together, they roughly equated to the single Akashic record of her last armor.

While the magical effects had remained mainly consistent, it was the raw quality of the armor that had improved. Because Rare-Grade was such an expansive gulf compared to any prior grade, it was hard to compare two items that were both rare-grade, assuming they weren't sub-rare or rare plus. Those exceptions aside, if one compared rare-grade armors, was it fair to say they were of equal value?

Hell no. That was where being an artisan came into play: decades of experience that skills couldn't easily replicate when it came to appraising.

Or so Rory said, but he was also a bit of a hypocrite, given Eyes of the Architect did technically make it easier to appraise with one of its oldest effects, potential vision.

Anyway.

The point was that with experience, one could discern differences in quality even among the same-grade items, be it in the quality of the energies involved or in the literal craftsmanship. And Zoey's newest armor was simply made better. True Folding was no longer novel to Rory. In fact, he'd 'technically' moved past even +1 True Folds. It was something like a +1.3, roughly the equivalent of 2.6 bars folded into a singular space, but that was the sort of nerd shit that Zoey would make fun of him for, and Eon didn't even bother to point it out in descriptions directly, so he kept it to himself.

When Rory had dropped the armor off by Zoey, she had given it a once-over before nodding approvingly.

"You are forgiven for leaving me stranded here so long."

Rory had decided not to remind her that it was her fault for ever ending up stranded here in the first place and had moved on to his other project with the remaining two weeks before they left to tackle the top of the mountain.

His Light Saber.

Maybe I should rename it. While no one else might understand the reference, Zoey would undoubtedly call my ass out for copyright infringement... Okay, no, she wouldn't, but someone might!

The biggest issue with the Oblivion Edge™ -name still pending- was that the inscriptions he'd placed upon the blade had been erased after it exhausted its self-repair, in which case the entire thing went kaput.

Blood-affinity Liquid Pneuma wasn't hard to create, at least in the long run, but it still took a week's worth of effort to manage just three-ish minutes of use. Efficiency was the obvious answer, but it was also the hard answer. So, Rory took the easy answer.

Spatially expanding the gas tank.

Man, I could start a monopoly on all this space manipulation. I'd make a killing. Ignoring the fact that, as the boss of Ehkorrus, I don't actually need money…. Whatever.

The short of it was that the containing 'tube' that Rory filled with the Liquid Pneuma could be up to twice as large in intake through the use of spatial expansion. It did force him to rethink the material used in making the fuel 'tank,' but that was a matter of material science.

And if Rory was anything, he was a genius material scientist at this point.

The new 'tank' was made from crushed gem dust, a monster core, finely pulverized stone, and a splash of liquid blood pneuma. From there, he'd slowly transmuted the materials, switching between alchemical realignment, the process in which the affinity or conceptual nature of a material is gradually replaced while the physical material itself remains untouched, alchemical reduction, the targeted removal of interfering affinities plaguing the material, and lastly, alchemical corruption, which while similar to realignment, involved the use of a corruptive affinity to 'bend' an affinity or concept rather than merely replace it.

Finally, the entire thing had been exposed to his blood flames, great for blood-related alchemy or forging.

The result? A dark red, almost black, glass tubing that Rory had carefully inscribed runes within as the glass hardened.

Swapping the tanks had been a bit annoying, but in the end, Rory was left with a slightly more functional Oblivion Edge™ sword.

After that, Rory said his quick farewells; he wasn't big on goodbyes, and it would at best be a few years before he saw them again, before he finally met up with Zoey.

"Ready?" Rory asked her as the woman rolled her shoulders.

"Duh. Beam me up, Scotty."

"Wow, surprised you made a reference on your own," Rory chuckled.

"I actually stole that one from you," Zoey said as she grabbed his arm. "Alright, taxi driver."

"See, now you went from being fun to rude," Rory rolled his eyes as the two vanished, reappearing only two rungs beneath the top of the volcano, the monsters gathered all high tier seven.

"Quick question," Zoey asked as the two began to climb, the monsters making a point to avoid the auras of two tier eights.

"Yeah?"

"I haven't seen you working on any golems. I thought you'd make more after how effective they were against the Queen."

"They were effective," Rory admitted. "But honestly? Old news."

"Oh? Got something new?"

Rory was tempted to show off the totally-not-a-lightsaber but decided against it after a moment.

"I have a new ambitious long-term idea, and golems, while a 'solved' science, still take a lot of time and materials."

"And this new plan?"

"You ever watch the original Marvel movies?"

"No," Zoey said blankly. "My parents weren't big on 'frivolous' movies as they described them. Plus, by the time I made my great escape, I wasn't looking to watch a backlog of sixty-five million movies and shows."

"Oh," Rory frowned before shrugging. "Well, in one of them, I think one of the early ones, they've got this aircraft carrier."

"Oh, I've been on those before."

Rory stared at her for a moment before sighing.

You sometimes forget she came from some important family or something.

"Anyway, this aircraft carrier."

"You want to make an aircraft carrier?"

"Not exactly," Rory chuckled. "Now let me finish. In the movie, the big reveal was that it could fly."

"You… want a flying fortress?" Zoey finally asked.

"Fuck yeah," Rory grinned.

"Why?"

"Because that's cool as shit."