“Sigh? To be honest, I’m not fond of interacting with men.” When the young lady, Miss Kui, said this, Samimi didn’t think much of it and simply replied with a faint smile.
“Ha,” Samimi uttered a meaningful sound.
Pure. So pure. It was a level of purity that could be compared to Niubao’s.
The beauty of this girl in the wheelchair was indeed elegant, but in an Otherworld filled with beautiful girls, she could only be considered average.
She had light chestnut-colored hair and a thin frame. Wearing a white dress, she looked like nothing more than a somewhat pretty NPC passerby.
If one had to point out something special, it was naturally the magic-powered wheelchair she sat in.
So she still possessed a rather significant 2D-style “moe” point: she was clearly a fragile girl.
However, this attribute didn’t quite fit the Otherworld. Usually, only school-themed stories featured such sickly-sweet girls; after all, this world was primarily about combat.
“My home is very large. If you are willing, I can host everyone.” The young lady, Miss Kui, gladly agreed to Samimi’s request.
“Then let’s go,” Samimi said quickly.
However, after speaking, she belatedly felt something was off. Could it be that she was the one being played? Was Miss Kui the true master of trickery? But looking at how she couldn’t even stand up, how could she possibly dodge Samimi’s Spirit Hand?
Samimi and the Ten Treasures followed Miss Kui together. Leaving the weapon trade plaza, they arrived at a barracks within the city.
The architectural design of this barracks was no different from those small outpost camps.
However, it was the headquarters of the Radiant Guild, which ranked in the top two of the Guild Ranking System.
In addition to being the headquarters of the Adventurers’ Guild, Outpost Camp Number Twenty was the primary strategic location for the deployment of major guild headquarters.
Of course, only the large, high-ranking guilds possessed such massive barracks as headquarters. The headquarters of some smaller guilds might just be a shabby wooden house.
Miss Kui’s home was actually a large Warehouse, which showed that her status within the guild was extremely high.
Opening it up, the interior was hung with various experimental weapons of all shapes and sizes. There were also a large number of high-grade materials and countless forging tools. As expected, it was a forging workshop.
There were probably few forging workshops of such high caliber in the entire Kingdom.
Nonsense! If she truly was the master blacksmith of the Radiant Guild, then the Blade of Zhuomeng that Sa Yankun held had been forged by her.
A “Great God” who could forge red-tiered weapons that were only slightly inferior to Legendary Grade Weapons would be treated like a deity anywhere.
However, there were hierarchies even among Legendary Grade Weapons. Currently, there were two known weapons of that grade, while two others existed only in legends and had yet to reveal their true forms.
The Edelward Knight Family’s heirloom shield, the [Shield of Tuoli].
the Human Emperor’s legacy, the [Golden Sutra of the Sun].
The Radiant Guild’s heirloom sword, the [Sword of Tancuan].
The Adventurers’ Guild’s traditional sword, the [Sword of the Hero].
It was clear that Legendary Grade Weapons were the type of armaments passed down from generation to generation. However, a family or a guild was clearly not on the same level as the Human Emperor or the Adventurers’ Guild; that was where the gap lay.
They were called Legendary Grade Weapons simply because the highest quality rating was “Legendary.”
After all, the Adventurers’ Guild had already announced SS-Rank Subjugation Quests. It was obvious that this quality setting was used to lay the groundwork for what was to come.
But no matter what, Miss Kui was practically a Divine Knight for being able to forge weapons that rivaled Legendary Grade Weapons.
No wonder she was qualified to sit in a wheelchair. It turned out she was a true Wheelchair Master.
(Wheelchair Master: A term specifically referring to characters with simple operations but overwhelming attributes. It implies that even a player with no skill could dominate using this character as if they were sitting in a wheelchair.)
“Miss Kui, may I ask what happened to your legs?”
Although Samimi was thinking of jokes in her head, she still had to show gentle concern on the surface.
“There is actually nothing wrong with my legs. But when I was young, I witnessed a tragedy. The physician said I suffered excessive psychological trauma, which resulted in my inability to stand. I was rescued by the Council President of the Radiant Guild. My legs are clearly fine, yet I cannot walk. I have lost that part of my memory; I only know that my parents and family were killed by a Magic Phoenix,” Miss Kui explained.
‘If a person suffers excessive psychological trauma, it triggers a self-protection mechanism. Your brain will automatically block that memory.’ Samimi walked around inside the forging workshop, casually looking around as if it were her own home, and offered a few words of analysis.
The forging methods of the Otherworld were certainly different from the real world. They weren’t as cumbersome and focused more on the “metaphysical.”
Just like Samimi’s innate god-tier support abilities, there was no logic or reason to speak of; it was all about talent. To put it simply, it was a “cheat” in life.
The talent for weapon forging belonged to a type of metaphysical ability where ‘if I feel like I can forge it, I actually can.’
‘I feel like I’ve got this.’
If this kind of metaphysical forging ability were given to her, she would be invincible. She could even forge modern weapons.
But then, this wouldn’t be a collection of stories about the Divine Official’s “pretending to be weak” routines; it would become a legend of a blacksmith lady using mechs to crush the entire world.
Behind a shelf piled with materials, Samimi found a small bed and a luxurious large sofa. She could finally sit down and rest. She took the liberty of using someone else’s tea leaves to brew tea.
With a flick of her hand, Niubao activated the power of the ruby ring, summoning a high-grade tea set from the void.
‘Traveling in the heart is much more comfortable.’
Samimi reclined on the long sofa. It had been a long time since she had relaxed like this.
This weapon workshop had a scent of “home” that made her miss Sweet Melon Town and her own little church there.
In truth, the two of them hadn’t been traveling for very long. However, they had recently been entering the Sea of Ten Thousand Demons frequently at night. That kind of pitch-black darkness was very taxing on a normal person’s mind. Facing corpses and blood every day caused one’s Sanity to drop significantly.
The expensive and dilapidated inns in the outpost camps made it difficult to feel at ease, and the efficiency of restoring one’s SAN Value was too low.
Even if she was heartless and appeared calm and fearless, she was still a normal human being after all.
She would never be as rock-solid as Niubao, who could even withstand the Female Vampire Queen’s illusion. That was Niubao’s racial talent.
If she hadn’t activated her magical protection and was hit by the Blood Empress’s illusion… well, nothing major probably would have happened.
After all, a half-baked Magic User like Qiqi Zhu could endure it. Even if Samimi were beaten to death, she could never turn into that crazy woman, Ke Zhi Si of the Arrow of Dream.
She was spacing out again.
Samimi realized she was becoming more and more fond of letting her mind wander. Her attention was becoming less focused, and she was growing lazier.
Likely because day and night had been reversed lately, after drinking two cups of fragrant black tea, she fell asleep on the comfortable long sofa.
However, she slept until dark. Once the Sun went down, Samimi instantly became spirited. She was as vigorous as a dragon or a tiger, bursting with vitality.
“Lady Pastoralist, are we still going out to hunt Magic Phoenixes?” Niubao asked from the side.
“So the ones causing trouble outside lately really were you.” Another helpless female voice rang out.
“Miss Meihua, long time no see.” Samimi became even more alert upon hearing the voice, but she continued to lounge on the sofa. She turned her head and squinted, immediately catching sight of two plump, beautiful white legs pressed together. The tiny qipao could hardly hide the glamorous sight. It was truly a feast for the eyes.
The one sitting on the opposite sofa crossing her legs was the Radiant Guild’s strategist in a qipao, code-named [Meihua Ding].
“Miss Samimi, what exactly are you trying to do? Why are you hunting Magic Phoenixes on your own without reporting to the Adventurers’ Guild? Do you not want money or experience?” Miss Meihua poured a glass of water for Samimi and asked.
“I don’t want money, but I do want experience—though not the kind of experience Adventurers want. We are people of the church. We came here for training. Therefore, we don’t plan on becoming high-level Adventurers, and we didn’t intend to disturb you,” Samimi said.
“You…” Miss Meihua opened her mouth, but Samimi’s response was flawless and left no room for doubt.
Magic Phoenixes weren’t owned by the Adventurers’ Guild. If someone wanted to hunt them, they hunted them. There truly was no rule saying they had to report to the guild.
“The matter regarding the two of you was reported by the person in charge at the guild meeting. If you continue like this, you will definitely be arrested,” Miss Meihua said.
“I understand. We won’t do it anymore,” Samimi replied.
“It’s good that you know. But that’s not important; you can continue if you want. Because the Ten Great Guilds will soon form a massive army to go deep into the Sea of Trees. We don’t have time to worry about you for now,” Miss Meihua said with a smile.
“So it turns out we aren’t important after all!?” Samimi cried out in surprise.
Was the “pretending to be weak” routine she had prepared for so long completely useless?
But shouldn’t the plot go according to a typical power-fantasy novel? Shouldn’t all the Adventurers in the world be played like fiddles by her?
When everyone discovered her true identity, shouldn’t they be collectively scared out of their wits?