Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Crafting Colosseum, Inter-realm city, Sector DS0909, Chaos Dwarven District, EGGG Workshop. "Ms. Crafter. That's it, its a simple and cool alias," Dulas uttered as Wyatt explained to Biore that he couldn't just spam Ezra or any other guild member with text there manners he need to follow when approaching fellow guild members through chat function.
"That's what we call every lady crafter," Biore added, understanding he might not get to meet Ezra anytime soon. Ezra, after all, was more of a crafting fanatic than his own parents.
"Alright, you two, playtime's over. We're heading to our base," Wyatt suddenly announced, cutting the conversation short. Without offering an explanation, he urged them to leave the inter-realm city. He came here planning to focus on work in the workshop while waiting for Cuth Diya's reply, but instead, he found himself stuck babysitting Biore and Dulas. And it was a enlightening one.
These two seemed utterly clueless about the world beyond crafting. Biore could manage on his own for a while, but Dulas? Not so much. It was as if, for the past 30 years of their lives, crafting had been their sole focus—every breath, every thought consumed by it.
One might assume that stepping into a world beyond crafting would spark their curiosity, but no. Nothing outside the realm of crafting seemed to pique their interest. Dulas, who had claimed she wanted to explore the myriad realms, was only interested in visiting places where crafting was prominent. As for the rest? She couldn't care less. Even Biore, who had a love-hate relationship with crafting, would choose it over anything else every single time.
Watching them, Wyatt couldn't help but wonder if the Chaos Dwarves had some trick to grooming their younglings to be this way. As thanks to his primordial soul pupils, he was certain this wasn't a racial trait. Crafting wasn't in their blood, nor was there a soul pathway unique to Chaos Dwarves that made them inherently good at it. If such a soul pathway existed, Wyatt would have already found a way to gift it to his calamity daughter gems.
Therefore, Wyatt wondered if it was the Chaos Dwarven lifestyle and household environment that had something to do with it. Was it because the parents cared more about crafting than their children? Did children, striving to please their parents, end up embracing crafting so deeply that they eventually loved it more than their family? This gave rise to a vicious cycle of dreams and neglect—children seeking love through crafting and when they become adults try to find love in crafting, while neglecting the people around them who offered them genuine love just for their attention. That thought alone was unsettling.
Waking up in the colosseum box, Wyatt summoned his demon merchant codex and used its teleportation function to transport the three of them to the first coordinate in the dark realm from the list Cuth Diya had just sent him.
They soon arrived in a luxuriously decorated but empty room. Looking around, Dulas asked, "Venera, is this our base?"
"Nope. Hold tight. We have a few more stops to make before heading to our base," Wyatt replied. Without further explanation, he used the devil merchant codex to teleport them through all the coordinates on Cuth Diya's list, one by one.
These locations were carefully chosen by Cuth Diya and were being monitored by his men under Wyatt's orders. With the craft print Wyatt had created for the Frosling corpse puppet gaining far more traction than expected—thanks to the damned Snow Elves—Wyatt had to ensure they weren't being followed.
Even though he was relying on the devil merchant codex, Wyatt never fully trusted it. He believed that as long as it was paid an appropriate price, it would not hesitate to betray him—whether by revealing his travel history or exploiting the privileges it had gifted to its wealthiest users.
Though it was intelligent, it was still just a very high-level spell. It had reason but no emotion. As long as one gave it a compelling reason, it would comply without hesitation. Concepts like pride, honor, and morality were beyond its grasp. It was a merchant—a ruthless merchant—willing to sell anything as long as the price was right.
For this reason, Wyatt's attitude toward it mirrored his view of the internet back on Earth: convenient, but nothing more.
There were more than a few dozen coordinates on the list Cuth Diya had sent, and Wyatt patiently visited each one. He even took some time to explore the coordinates with captivating scenery. At one location, gazing at the aurora-lit sky, Dulas asked, "Venera, what's going on? Why do we keep teleporting from one coordinate to another?"
"That must be to see if someone is following us," Biore replied, further confusing Dulas. She couldn't understand how teleporting would help reveal a pursuer.
Biore explained, "If I am not mistaken there are people are watching the coordinates we've visited. If someone shows up at those locations after us, they'll let us know we're being followed."
"One more stop, and then we'll head to our base," Wyatt informed the Chaos Dwarves before using the devil merchant codex to teleport them to a random basement that Cuth Diya had rented under a fake name.
"Master, good news. So far, no one has visited the coordinates you've traveled to, meaning no one is following you yet. Also, the gate is ready—you can use it to reach the base," Cuth Diya reported, pointing at a teleportation array. The array had been created by Dalie and Cuth Diya set up under her instructions through the Hive Spirit.
When it came to spatial rules and array formations, Dalie was simply unparalleled. Wyatt had merely mentioned to her that he planned to create a teleportation array to travel from the Dark Realm to the surface of Lil Red Storm, and within three minutes of hanging up, she contacted him to say she'd already made it. This array would allow Wyatt to teleport to the surface of the Lil Red Storm Realm without relying on the devil merchant codex.
"Good job. But once we leave, destroy this array completely—leave no trace of it," Wyatt instructed. Taking Biore and Dulas with him, he stepped into the array formation and teleported to the surface of the Lil Red Storm Realm.