Chapter 656 Real

The champion held her new weapon in her hands after already donning the new armor that the old man in front of her made for her as well. She let her hands run over the blades and slowly pulled them apart in a smooth motion, and was then holding two separate uniquely daggers in her hands. Since she was a bit confused about this, as there was supposed to be a chain inbetween them, the champion looked at Eisen who was ready to explain what exactly was going on.

"Just tap the two gems at the base of the handle together and then pull them away from each other." The old man said bluntly, and the soul infront of Eisen quickly did as told. With a ’cling’, she tapped the gems against each other. When she then pulled her hands out as far as she could, a metal chain hung inbetween the two blades. It was much lighter than the older blade, considering that it was made of magic, but at the same time it was just as, if not more, durable than any other sort of chain.

With an excited smile on her face, the Champion swung these blades around to see how she could handle them, and Eisen actually had a tough time following along with the speeds that the actual blades were moving at. But that seemed like a good sign, that the champion was already able to use this weapon to that extent.

With a smile on her face, the champion looked at the old man in front of her, "This is amazing!" She exclaimed. Eisen smiled back as he turned around and started cleaning everything up, now that he was done with the work for the champion.

"And it really did not take longer than what you said it would take..." She muttered quietly as she realized this fact, and Eisen lightly smirked as he continued, "That so?"

"But if I may ask... What exactly are you here in the heavens for? In this one, particularly... You are a craftsman, so why are you fighting people in the Divine Realm of Combat?"

"Oh, I’m going to head to the Divine Realm of Craftsmanship later as well. To be exact, I’ll be heading to a bunch of different realms... eight more after this one, actually. I’m just trying to get the acknowledgement of the gods, that’s all I’m here for." The old man explained. The woman in front of him nodded her head as she watched Eisen clean up the leftover parts and materials from the creation of her own items.

And once he was done with that, the two of them made their way outside, followed by Ambriel of course, and Eisen packed the portable shop up again before placing it into his Item Storage.

"Now, I assume that you will head off to fight others now?" The champion asked Eisen, who nodded his head in response, "That’s exactly what I’ll be doing now."

And then, the old man activated his Draconic Demon King transformation and took off into the sky above this town filled with nothing but fighters.

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Eisen stepped up to the huge double-gate in front of him, at the base of Gonor’s tower. He turned his head and looked at one of the Angels, "Could you open this place up for me?" The old man inquired, and the Angel, clad in full-plate armor like all the others, pushed the gate open with ease. The only reason that this was so impressive was that it seemed like it would weight tons over tons, but the Angel pushed it open as if it was a cardboard door.

The old man slowly stepped through the large door before he heard someone from behind him speak to him, "I will wait for you here." Ambriel explained, but Eisen didn’t really care about what they were doing. Although he was kind of glad that he didn’t have to feel their stares on his back for a little while.

Eisen stepped into the space in front of him, and soon found himself inside of this huge tower. The inside seemed even larger than what Eisen imagined from the outside.

In the end, it was just like a huge arena that was stretching out to the sky in height. In the center of the room there were some people fighting each other, seemingly for the amusement of the god seated right on the other side of the arena on his balcony.

Seeing the old man step in through the gate, Gonor raised his arm for a moment and the fight stopped immediately. And it wasn’t just that the fighters interrupted their duel, they were simply frozen in time all of a sudden. When Eisen took a closer look with his truth-seeing eyes, he figured out that these were really just something similar to mana-copies of fights that were actually going on somewhere else. So Gonor just pressed the ’pause’ button on something pre-recorded.

And a few moments later, the fighters disappeared completely to give Eisen space in the center of the room. The balcony that Gonor was sitting on slowly shifted and moved, transporting the throne to the ground-level of the arena while the whole place slowly shifted to something else. It shifted and became a throne-room.

The dusty dirt-ground turned into a marble surface covered in a long strip of a red carpet, at the sides of which Eisen could see two dozen of Gonor’s angels stand.

"Welcome. I must say, your fights were a lot more amusing than I assumed they would be." Gonor pointed out, "I must say I’m impressed." The god spoke, and Eisen looked at him with a suspicious frown.

"What are you speaking like that for? Speak like normal, it feels like you’re mocking me." The old man said with a deep sigh. All the angels immediately turned their heads toward Eisen, some even being a bit irritated at the way that the old man was speaking to their god.

"You sure? Well sorry ’bout that then. Oi, all of y’all, ya can get outta here." Gonor said bluntly as he waved his hand around and caused all of the angels to disappear into thin air, "This is a lot better, gotta say." The God of Combat pointed out bluntly, and Eisen smirked a bit before nodding his head.

"I figured. Now, I have to thank you for letting me solve all of this through combat instead of having to craft full sets of gear for ten people. It saved me a lot of time."

"Ah... aye, that’s why I did that. To help ya out." Gonor said with a laugh, "Definitely not to see ya bein’ ripped apart by my champions."

"Well, you got what you wanted either way, because I was ripped apart plenty. Especially toward the end of that last fight. I thought it was painful enough to have your arms ripped off, but having wild beasts pull out your intestines was at another level of pain." The old man pointed out as he proceeded to rub his abdomen with a wry smile on his face.

"Aye, it is." Gonor quickly agreed with a nod. And now, Eisen didn’t wait long to move the conversation elsewhere, "Anyway, let’s not waste time, I’ve got a few other places that I need to get to soon." The old man pointed out.

"Trygan told me that we had something to speak about. Did he tell me that because you voiced something like that to him, or is this just about our little deal in general." The old man pointed out, and Gonor laid his face down on his palm, "I spoke to Trygan, yeah. To hear his opinion on all of this. To hear what he thought and knew about this world and the one that y’all come from. You five that peaked and all those artificials."

"And he didn’t tell you anything?"

"He told me that he knows the Administrator is lying to us, but he refused to tell me how he knew ’bout it." The God pointed out, "I guess he wanted you to do that for ’im. So, speak, and tell me why the hell we even got that deal up and runnin’."

Eisen slowly nodded his head, and proceeded to explain everything that he knew. Everything that he was aware of, and that Gonor had to know at least. And after he was done, Gonor sat there with wide open eyes, his fingers nearly digging onto the armrests of his throne.

"How disgraceful. Attempting to kill ya in ways like that." He basically growled angrily, and Eisen looked back at him with a nod, "I know it is. But we made a deal that says he can’t do anything like that anymore."

"Hm... Is that the thing hidin’ in your shadows?" Gonor inquired, and Eisen slowly looked down and used his truth-seeing eyes, quickly letting him see the ’enforcer of fate’ that had merged with his shadow, "Yup. That’s it, alright. Samuel should have one in his shadow as well."

The old man looked at Gonor with his arms crossed as the god started to think. A few moments later, he spoke again, "The deal will keep going as usual. But I hope that ye’re aware that I can’t stop doing my job with other people. I still have to ’ban’ them, although you’re exempt from it."

"Of course, I didn’t expect you to stop any of that. That might be better anyway, since it would be a bit troublesome if the whole world suddenly found out about the truth."

"Aye. Now, I think I’ve gotta send ya back for now. There are a few things I have to deal with. You’re gettin’ my acknowledgement, don’t’cha worry. And I’m also givin’ ya something else..."

"Really? A gift?" Eisen laughed quietly, and Gonor shook his head, "Nay. Myself. In the form of a promise. If you need me and if it shall come to it... I will be on your side for all of this. If you wanna speak to me about anything, simply come into the church you constructed on my Island in the mortal realm. Alone, or with the others that peaked, but never with anyone else. I’ll speak to ya then."

Eisen nodded his head as he slowly turned around, "Don’t worry, I won’t bring anyone along." The old man said and slowly turned around before making his way through this throne room with an infinitely high ceiling.

But as the old man approached the large gate again, Gonor spoke once more, in a surprisingly meek and nervous tone, "Eisen... ye sure that I ain’t fake?"

With a smile on his face, the old man looked at him with a nod, "Of course. You’re as real as real gets."