ebonymovies Chapter 2355 Crafting Assembly Line
Chapter 2355 Crafting Assembly Line
Chapter 2355 Crafting Assembly Line
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.
"Poison Blaster Mounted Full-Body Rainbow-Scaled Armour," Wyatt said, shaking his head slightly at the memory, reminiscing about the armor. He created it taking inspiration from a hit movie franchise back on earth. He recalled giving that armor card to Susan to feed it to her origin card. "Does it mean something? It doesn't matter; it sounds so cool. I knew you were just saying it to console me," Dulas said with youthful enthusiasm, her bright eyes glancing at Wyatt with admiration.
"You think that's a cool name, kid, clearly something is wrong with your naming sense," Wyatt replied, smiling gently and shaking his head, finding Dulas's childlike innocence both cute and heartwarming.
"Contestant, aren't you afraid I will share all this information with my uncle to help him?" Dulas asked suddenly, looking downcast and fidgeting nervously. She realized that the unknown demon merchant was more supporting and kind to her than her own uncle, who seized every opportunity to call her an idiot or an incompetent fool. She knew she wasn't as skilled as her uncle when it came to crafting or anything else, but every time he called her those names, it hurt deeply. She couldn't help but wonder, 'Why can't Uncle be more like this unknown contestant?'
"So, if you don't mind giving me your contact info, I will contact you if I need any help with crafting. I won't impose on you—you don't have to help me unless you are free and willing to," Dulas said shyly, her voice tinged with both hesitation and hope. She fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve as she awaited his reply, her heart racing at the thought of learning from someone like him in the future.
"Sure, let's exchange contact info after the duel," Wyatt replied with a sly grin, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement. Watching the naive girl eagerly step into his trap was almost too easy. However, his ambitions were greater than just her; Dulas alone wasn't enough to satisfy his appetite. He needed her to bring her friends along too. As he studied her with a calculating gaze, Wyatt couldn't believe that a genius capable of crafting an S-rank item using soul crafting in under half an hour was being relegated to the role of an attendant at the Chaos Dwarven Forge.
'Clearly, the Chaos Dwarves had too many talented crafters if they didn't mind delaying her growth by decades,' Wyatt thought, his grin deepening. 'Well, that's their loss and my gain.' He was more than willing to take ambitious talents like Dulas off their hands and turn them into valuable members of his crafting assembly line.
"Great! But you can't tell this to my uncle," Dulas exclaimed suddenly, her enthusiasm bubbling over as she bit her lip nervously. Her hands wrung together as she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "He doesn't like it when I learn crafting from others. He thinks it's disrespectful. But he doesn't teach me anything! All he does is order me around. Dulas, do this. Dulas, do that. Ugh!" She puffed her cheeks in frustration, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.Dulas paused, glancing at Wyatt, and then continued venting with her talkative quirk in full swing. "I swear, when I become a true crafter, I'm going to teach him a lesson! He acts like I'm just some tool for him to boss around, but I'll show him! Just wait and see!"
Wyatt listened, his smile softening slightly as Dulas poured her heart out without holding back. Her passion and innocence were almost endearing, and he could see the fire of ambition burning in her. 'Perfect,' Wyatt thought to himself. 'The more frustrated and undervalued she feels, the easier it'll be to mold her into exactly what I need.'