ebookland Chapter 2357 Curosity And Courtesy
Chapter 2357 Curosity And Courtesy
Chapter 2357 Curosity And Courtesy
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.
The Judges noticed the sudden shift in the audience's attitude—it was impossible not to. A shared obsession with uncovering the secrets of the unknown demon merchant's Frosling corpse puppets gripped the crowd. The collective hunger for secret knowledge bound them in an uneasy silence, broken only by the occasional creak of a chair or the faint hum of a codex. Heads tilted, whispers faded into murmurs, and tension filled the Colosseum.
If not for the duel, they would have swarmed the unknown demon merchant, their hands clutching demon codex and theories, eager to share their findings or ask questions. Yet they refrained, restrained by both circumstance and an unspoken rule. All of them were crafters, and they understood the ultimate taboo: asking another crafter about their trade secrets. Respecting this, they found themselves caught between their reverence for his craft and their burning curiosity.
The unknown demon merchant had, after all, made it somewhat easier by openly sharing the ingredients he used to create his Frosling corpse puppets. That small gesture fanned the flames of their intrigue, yet their pride wouldn't allow them to grovel or beg. Instead, they hoped for an intellectual exchange—constructive debates where both sides could gain something valuable. Others, however, were less honorable. Among the crowd, a few unscrupulous onlookers watched with calculating eyes, weighing their options, scheming ways to corner the demon merchant and wrest his secrets by force.
Wyatt stood calm and collected amid the rising tide of admiration and envy, his face unreadable. He had deliberately held back most of his abilities when crafting these Frosling corpse puppets, yet even his restraint hadn't stopped the puppets from drawing the wrong kind of attention. Wyatt didn't spare these petty schemers a second thought. To him, they were insignificant—wannabe crafters with no real talent, seeking shortcuts by preying on the weak. His cold demeanor and steady posture made it clear that their interest, no matter how malicious, was beneath him.
For Chaos Dwarfs, there was no greater disgrace than losing a crafting duel to another race—especially one from a backwater corner of the Myriad Realm that no one had even heard of. The rest of the Dark Realm and Myriad Realm might eventually forget such an incident, but the Chaos Dwarven race would never let it go. Bigold and his family would carry the shame for generations.
Understanding the weight of the warning, Bigold's expression hardened with determination. He straightened his shoulders and declared firmly, "Don't worry, Elder. I would sooner die than bring shame to the family." Without hesitation, he rushed to the edge of his corner of the Colosseum, his steps echoing with urgency as he called out to the Judges, "Judges, I have an appeal to make!"
The Judges, still simmering with annoyance at the unknown demon merchant's audacity in stealing their spotlight and ignoring their authority, turned to Bigold with sharp, irritable expressions. "What is it?" one snapped, their tone dripping with impatience.
"Judges," Bigold began, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "I propose that for the upcoming match, we have demon and devil merchants from the audience use our corpse puppets to fight. This way, the last standing puppet will not only prove to be the strongest but also the most user-friendly. After all, shouldn't user-friendliness be a key parameter in deciding which of our corpse puppets is the best?"
His proposal hung in the air for a moment as murmurs rippled through the audience. Bigold stood firm, his chest puffed slightly with confidence, as though daring anyone to question his logic.
The Judges' lips curved into knowing grins, their earlier irritation giving way to amusement. As if seeing through Bigold's ploy, they chuckled softly and turned to glance at the unknown demon merchant. Their gaze was sharp, almost taunting, as they grudgingly responded, "Yes, I think your argument has merit."