Chapter 149

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These “Experience Ornaments” are the latest magical artifact equipment Izay has made for everyone, so of course they come with a fee.

Everyone else was charged ten million Valis for craftsmanship, while Finn and Gress were charged thirty million Valis; after all, these are high-end items.

As for Riviria…

Don’t joke around. Even the main material for the finished product was provided free of charge by her. How could Izay possibly ask her to pay?

With one transaction, another two hundred ten million Valis were earned.

Goodness, Izay realized he was pretty ruthless when it came to making money from his own people, starting in the tens of millions easily.

“Everything else we can understand, but… Izay, you must explain this!”

Just as everyone received their experience ornaments, Loki suddenly spoke up sharply.

She took a few steps toward Ais and pointed at the necklace in the young girl’s hand, questioning sternly.

“This! What is going on here!?!”

The guys’ wristbands or arm guards were understandable, and the girls’ bracelets made sense too.

But why!

Was Ais the only one with a necklace?!

Why??!!

Loki couldn’t accept it; she felt like…

Seeing Loki challenging Izay, the others also looked over here with hidden curiosity, wanting to see how Izay would respond.

A certain little sprite was secretly cheering for the deity, expressing that she would definitely support her deity spiritually!

“This… because when I asked Ais, she said she wanted a necklace.”

Izay shrugged, indicating his innocence.

“You should remember, right? I asked everyone individually, ‘If I were to give you an ornament, what would you want?’ I did ask, didn’t I?”

Raul and the other males either wanted wristbands or arm guards, including Finn and Gress.

When it comes to ornaments, male adventurers seem to only go for those two options.

They’re not like deities who enjoy adding floral wreaths or such things to themselves.

As for the females, except for Ais, all of them opted for bracelets.

“Ah, now that you mention it, there was such a thing. I thought Izay was asking me for reference about a gift for someone.”

“So coincidentally, I also thought…”

“Didn’t expect it to be for us…”

“…”

Witnessing this scene, Loki opened her mouth, momentarily unsure of what to say.

But soon, she pitifully gazed at Ais, who blinked innocently, confused.

“Waaaah, Ais-chan, why do you want Izay to give you a necklace…”

Loki’s eyes brimmed with tears, looking like she was about to cry any moment.

“…because it wouldn’t interfere with battle?”

The blonde girl paused briefly before giving her answer.

If it were a bracelet, given Ais’s current armor style, it might get caught with the arm guard, making it uncomfortable.

A necklace wouldn’t have that issue; it could simply be tucked under the chest plate.

Upon hearing this, Loki was slightly stunned, then immediately broke into a cheerful smile, arms wide open as she rushed toward Ais.

“Fantastic! I knew Ais-chan still cared about me!!”

The others nodded in agreement; indeed, if that were the case, it made sense, and there was no other reason involved.

At this point, Izay quietly shifted his gaze.

He felt it would be better not to tell this group the truth.

…

The gentle wind resonated softly in the air.

Under the blue sky, Orario had a pleasant temperature, making it a comfortable day.

Adventurers probably rarely have time to stop and enjoy such a nice climate.

Most of them are fully focused on the dungeon, chasing fame, profit, and power.

“Such a great day, it’s a pity to head into the dungeon.”

Walking on the road toward Babel Tower, Izay looked up at the clear blue sky, muttering to himself.

However, it couldn’t be helped.

It had been nearly half a month since the last expedition returned, and during this time, Izay’s visits to the dungeon had decreased significantly.

Studying knowledge, developing magic, researching magical artifacts, crafting specialized weapons.

These things occupied most of his time, preventing him from exploring the dungeon thoroughly.

Even though today’s weather was nice, it was the day Izay planned to test his new weapon.

“Let’s take the opportunity to explore the lower layers of Water Riddle City.”

Murmuring quietly to himself, Izay carried a small backpack and a spear wrapped in white cloth as he headed toward the central underground dungeon of the city.

Basement Level One of Babel Tower.

In the large hall leading to the dungeon, the center of the floor held the only entrance to the Underground Maze, also known as the “Starting Path,” a large hole.

Izay entered alone, bypassing many fellow adventurers without teaming up with any members of his faction.

Somewhere along the way, a small light reflected off something.

On the dome ceiling of the first basement level, a tiny blue gem embedded within emitted a faint glow, tracking his figure.

“The time has come…”

In the darkness, Fels, cloaked in black robes, muttered words while staring at the crystal ball resting on a pedestal.

“Uranus, I’m ready to act.”

Watching the lone golden-haired figure enter the dungeon, Fels reported to the ancient god on the altar before quietly disappearing into the dark depths.

Location: The Middle Layer Region, Level 24 of the Great Tree Maze.

With Izay’s current exceptional Lv.3 strength, clearing the upper levels was like playing a game for him.

To facilitate movement, Izay specially prepared a small backpack this time, swiftly advancing deep inside.

“—Gaaah!?”

An intimidating cold light erupted from Izay’s right hand.

In one strike, the monster was turned to dust by the mysterious-patterned spear Yeti.

The slender spearhead, resembling a reed leaf, was more lethal than his previous weapon, and the mysterious patterns glowing on the spear body pulsed in rhythm with Izay’s breathing.

It gave the impression that this spear had a life of its own.

The spear flipped once in his hand as Izay casually traced an arc on the grass with the spear tip.

“Artifacts truly live up to their name. Even though it’s currently just the strength of a Level One equipment, the handling feels exceptionally good.”

It was like an extension of his arm.

This living spear perfectly matched Izay’s needs.

Monsters fell one after another around him, and Izay didn’t even bother picking up the magic stones, shattering them as they dropped.

This time he carried a small pack, and picking up magic stones would only slow down his progress unless it was particularly valuable loot.

Once you enter the lower levels, traveling back and forth to the surface becomes time-consuming. Some Lv.3 explorers spend an entire day exploring the lower levels of the dungeon.

That doesn’t include being slowed down by luggage.

Naturally, Izay preferred to travel as lightly as possible.