Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 113: Refinement (1)

Dyon watched on with keen anticipation.

If Little Rain could really wake up, it was hard to describe in a few words just how useful the little guy would be. To say that he’d be a great help was a vast understatement.

One shouldn’t look toward the sprite race of the mortal plane as a way to gauge. This was because these weren’t considered true sprites. In fact, calling them half-sprites was also inappropriate.

They were men and women descended through the union of sprites and humans, but they were countless generations down from those ancestors of theirs, so in reality, their sprite qualities had decreased with each successive generation.

True sprites weren’t existences that were limited by their own personal strength. Rather, they were only limited by the amount of their element in the surroundings.

When Dyon first met Little Rain, what he feared wasn’t Little Rain, but rather the mountain of precious ores that surrounded the little guy. The more precious the ores around Little Rain, the more powerful he would be. It was as simple as this. If he was bestowed with pinnacle god grade ores, then even Immortal Gods would have to fear him!

Simply put, there was a reason the sprite hegemony was among the most powerful on the immortal plane.

That said, maybe even this description wouldn’t do Little Rain justice because this was already how formidable a normal sprite was. But… What about Little Rain who had absorbed a fire sprite to become a duo elemental sprite?

Fire sprites and lightning sprites were the two most feared races of sprites in all of existence. Their offense power was unmatched in their race and they suffered the least restrictions when in places lacking in their element.

In addition to this, mineral sprites weren’t lowly existences amongst sprites either. Though fire and lightning sprites were the most formidable offensive powers, mineral sprites were the most fears when in their home territory. historical

Who would dare provoke a mineral sprite in their home? Wouldn’t you be asking to be buried beneath an avalanche of precious ores? Who wouldn’t die with an aggrieved expression if they truly dared to be so foolish?

Even having spoken so far, this was just the surface of what Little Rain could do to help Dyon. If Dyon had Little Rain on one hand, and that mysterious blood sprite on the other, his future path would be wide and clear.

Having thought to this point, a wisp of a resolute expression flashed within Dyon’s gaze. It was impossible to reach his goals without making a few sacrifices. So…

With a thought, he grabbed the second vial and shattered it over the Dragon King, allowing the blood sprite to swallow it all.

The blood sprite was ultimately an artificial lifeform created by completely unknown means. Unlike real sprites that had no limitations, after a few years of observation, Dyon realized that this blood sprite was an imperfect product.

If Dyon used it freely, there would most definitely come a day where it reached its limits and was unable to help him any longer. However… If he invested into it now and allowed it to possess a potential no less than that of a true sprite…

 BANG

A howl sounded through Dyon’s inner world. For a moment, he lost control and the barren land of his inner world actually rippled and shot into the skies.

Dyon’s expression changed. He was no different from a god in his inner world, yet something was actually occurring within it that was completely out of his control.

In the end, he could only bitterly smile. Sprites… what frightening existences they were.

At that moment, a familiar broadsword shot into the skies of Dyon’s inner world. Diamond-like chains whipped about from its long hilt and various colored flames shimmered along its body.

It whipped around like a child that had been locked up for far too long, excitedly speeding up and looping in circles.

Dyon smiled. With a thought, the familiar broadsword appeared before him. This sword was none other than one of the rewards he had gotten from the Epistemic Tower trials. It was made of a precious ore with almost endless evolutionary potential. If it wasn’t at least this formidable, how could it be worthy of being a reward from that place?

At that moment, as though sensing a familiar presence, a blob of rainbow light shot out from the sword, excitedly whipping around Dyon at blinding speeds.

Though this was the case, Dyon actually sighed a breath of relief. He was really too exasperated with this little guy deciding to look exactly like him. Luckily, the little one had been asleep for so long that he had forgotten that he had taken Dyon’s form before.

True sprites were genderless and didn’t even make love with humans in the normal ways. So, knowing that Little Rain had had countless forms to choose from, yet decided on him had left Dyon a bit aggrieved.

“You’ve come at the perfect time little guy.”

Little Rain bobbed up and down happily.

At that moment, Little Chibi came out, seemingly having found a new toy. Dyon smiled, at least like this, they wouldn’t be too bored.

“Little Rain.” Suddenly thinking of something, Dyon called out. “Turn your ore body into a chain, leave the sword form behind.”

Little Rain, who was currently a blob of rainbow light being bundled in the adorable Little Chibi’s arms did something Dyon interpreted as blinking before following through on the latter’s request.