Grandpa Vremya stroked his beard and leaned back in his seat. As expected, the competition was crushed underneath his feet. From the start to the finish, his battlesuit golem had never left the arena. By that point, Mr. tal was throwing everything he could at the golem, but it was invincible. After all, if a random entertainnt company could bring out enough firepower to defeat a golem equivalent to a soul-seed cultivator, soul-seed cultivators would be worthless. Now that it was over, and his golem had been given the title Dominator, he was told to wait a while because so people wanted to speak with him. Of course, if it werent for the fact the reward for winning was coming with the people, Grandpa Vremya wouldnt have bothered sticking around. Beside him, Azalea was looking at her bracelet, reviewing all the winnings she had made through the bets. It wasnt a lot, but it was still enough to pay rent for a year. As for the place, she had found one while the competition was happening. Watching Grandpa Vremyas golem puml lesser golems didnt really get her blood pumping.
Hello! Sorry for keeping the two of you waiting, a familiar voice said. The door opened, and Mr. tal walked inside. He was carrying a golden trophy, one that he couldve stored inside his interspacial ring and taken out later. So of my sponsors were throwing a fit because the competition ended way sooner than expected. I had to refund them because their advertisents didnt get a chance to play. His gaze swept over Grandpa Vremya and Azalea. Im not blaming you, but it really is your fault, isnt it? Anyway, heres your reward. A thousand credits have been wired to your bank account, andMr. tal placed the golden trophy on the table in front of Grandpa Vremyayou get this years trophy.
On the plaque attached to the trophys base, there were three words engraved: Dominator tal Buttkicker. Grandpa Vremya passed the trophy to Azalea, who stored it away in her interspacial ring. Although it was made of pure gold, it was still pretty worthless compared to the value of spirit stones and credits. Goodbye, Grandpa Vremya said, standing up to take his leave. Now that he had received what he had stuck around for, it didnt make sense to linger any longer. Although the rewards werent the greatest, the most important thing was establishing his reputation in the intergalactic society. With his battlesuits performance, he expected so people would be interested in his particular set of skills.
Wait a minute, Mr. tal said. Why dont we discuss so appearance fees? Dont you think itd be a sha for tal Buttkicker to not display its prowess all the ti? Other than the annual competition of tal Warbots, there are so battles we set up throughout the year to keep the fla lit beneath our audience. Wed be willing to pay you to enter those battles.
If you want, Ill sell my battlesuit golem to you, Grandpa Vremya said, causing Mr. tal to freeze in place. It didnt take a lot to produce his battlesuit golem. All he needed was a battlesuit, twenty-seven titan hearts, and sixty-three bottles of titan blood. For him, titan hearts and titan blood were practically free.
Really? Mr. tal asked, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. Youll really sell tal Buttkicker? He swallowed and took in a deep breath, calming himself down. How much?
Grandpa Vremya stroked his beard. If he charged too much, hed get negative karma from scamming the poor fellow. The only problem was he had no idea what was too much or too little. Although the base materials didnt cost much, his expertise had to be taken into consideration. An artist could turn a piece of paper and so bottles of ink into a work of art worth tens of thousands of dollars. Obviously, the price of the artwork didnt depend on the base materials. With the wine he sold before, he could estimate its price by judging its effects and comparing it to other attribute enhancers. Should he just sell the golem based on its combat prowess? Ill sell it to you for nine battlesuits fit for nascent-soul cultivators. If there were nine Joannes, the result of a fight between them and the battlesuit would likely end in mutual destruction.
Its a deal! Mr. tal said, agreeing the instant Grandpa Vremya had finished his sentence. It made the old man wonder whether or not the price was too low. I was afraid youd ask for credits or sothing, Mr. tal said, noticing the hint of bewildernt on Grandpa Vremyas face. My dad happens to be pretty high up there in the military. When it cos to military-grade weapons and battlesuits, no one else would be as willing as to trade them for things.
Thats because theyd probably be worried about their parents getting fired, Azalea said. Arent there any rules against giving civilians military-grade weapons?
Oh, the things I have are last-generation goods, Mr. tal said. Once the military makes a breakthrough in technology, they replace everything they have, and the old goods are sold to local law enforcent. So remain unsold, and they get thrown away to be destroyed. My dad lets know when these things are going to be destroyed, and when a new batch of military goods are tossed out, I purchase them from the ones in charge of destroying them. If anyonell get in trouble, its the ones in charge of destroying them, not my father. A grin appeared on Mr. tals face. After all, its only illegal to sell these weapons; it isnt illegal to possess them.
Do the federations laws actually do anything? Azalea asked with a dark expression. Whats the point of having laws against selling weapons if it isnt illegal to possess them?
Mr. tal scratched his head. Does it matter? Soone probably lobbied a politician to add in a loophole. He shrugged. So, we have a deal? Nine battlesuits for tal Buttkicker? Are you sure you want to go through with this deal? What if I reverse engineer your biotechnology? Youd be making a huge loss.
Weve already sent in a patent, Azalea said. Joanne insisted on us doing it, but I dont really understand why. If soone stole our sects secret, wouldnt it be better to simply annihilate them and their entire family down to the last chicken and dog? Well see who else dares to steal from us then.
Mr. tal stared at Azalea as if she were insane. He was a fan of senseless violence, but Azaleas violence was simply too coldblooded for him! Shes joking, right? Mr. tal asked Grandpa Vremya.
Battlesuits, Grandpa Vremya said, holding out his palm. tal Buttkicker appeared behind Grandpa Vremya, waiting to be transferred to its new owner. Do you have them with you?
Coincidentally, I happen to have nine battlesuits right here, Mr. tal said, taking them out of his interspacial ring. As for why the man had nine battlesuits when an ordinary person only needed one, Grandpa Vremya didnt care. The old man stood up and inspected all the battlesuits, making sure they were satisfactory before nodding his head. tal Buttkicker walked over to Mr. tals side, and Grandpa Vremya tossed Mr. tal a circular button.
Bind it with your spiritual energy, Grandpa Vremya said and pointed at the button. Thats the golems core.
A mont later, tal Buttkickers formation veins lit up, and its visor flashed a few tis. Mr. tal swallowed down his excitent and attempted to move his newfound golem. Controlling tal Buttkicker was as easy as controlling his own limbs; however, after a few movents, a strong sense of lethargy washed over him. Whats going on?
Youre only a foundation-establishnt cultivator, Azalea said and rolled her eyes. Do you really think its that easy to control a soul-seed golem? Youll have to be a nascent-soul cultivator to pilot it for long amounts of ti. There was a beeping sound, and Azalea reached inside her robeswhich she had changed back into the mont the competition was over. Its Joanne. A strange expression appeared on her face as she glanced at Grandpa Vremya. She sent a ssage saying no matter what, we shouldnt sell anyone the technology used to make your battlesuit golem.
Tell her its too late; I already sold it. Grandpa Vremya swept up the nine battlesuits into his interspacial ring and left the room, leaving Azalea and Mr. tal behind.
Azalea shot a look at Mr. tal. Theres no warranty, and we dont accept refunds. If the governnt takes the golem away from you in the future, it isnt our problem. Goodbye.
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