ebonymovies Chapter 2358 Crafter's Rights
Chapter 2358 Crafter's Rights
Chapter 2358 Crafter's Rights
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.
Corpse puppets were tools of war. Deadly and handy, they were also notoriously complex to use. Consequently, they weren't everyone's cup of tea. Unless one had prior training or experience in handling similar tools, wielding a corpse puppet in combat for the first time was an uphill battle—likely disastrous.
Thus, randomly plucking someone from the audience to operate a corpse puppet in a fight was absurd, if not outright foolish. Yet, Bigold and the Judges didn't seem concerned. That was because Bigold's Frosling corpse puppets were basic, fighter-type models. They were relatively easy to grasp, even for a novice. However, the same couldn't be said for Wyatt's Frosling corpse puppets, which seem to require understanding of complex spells to wield effectively in battle.
Bigold's plan was clear: by using this arrangement, he aimed to tip the odds in his favor during the duel. Despite his puppets being inferior in raw capability compared to Wyatt's, this setup might give him a fighting chance. The Judges recognized his intentions. Normally, they wouldn't agree to such an arrangement, but today was an exception.
"Do you agree with this, or do you have a reason why we should not proceed?" the Judges asked, turning to the unknown demon merchant. Their eyes narrowed slightly, gauging his reaction.
The Judges couldn't unilaterally alter the terms of the duel without consent from both contestants. In the event of an impasse, they were duty-bound to listen to both sides and deliver a fair verdict that neither contestant could dispute.
Wyatt met her gaze, his expression calm and composed. With a gentle smile, he replied, "Isn't it obvious? I'm confident in my craft."
Dulas blinked in surprise, Wyatt's words sinking in slowly. "Oho!" she exclaimed, a sudden realization dawning on her. True confidence in one's skill and craft wasn't a choice or an act of resolve—it was a natural byproduct of the quality of one's work. A crafter's confidence in their item was only as strong as the craftsmanship behind it.
At that moment, a shiver of admiration and reverence coursed through Dulas. Her respect for Wyatt crystallized into something deeper: awe. In her mind, he transformed into an idol, a role model she yearned to emulate. She resolved to one day grow into a crafter as skilled and self-assured as him.
Determined to do her best for her newfound idol, Dulas turned her focus to the task at hand. She began combing through the extensive list of audience members who had applied to be Wyatt's champions, carefully sorting out those she deemed most qualified to operate a corpse puppet. Just as she prepared to present her findings to Wyatt, his voice broke through her concentration.
"Don't tell me no one from the audience has applied to be my champion so far," he said, his brows knitting together in a deep frown.
Dulas froze for a second, then realized her mistake. In her eagerness to help Wyatt, she had forgotten to inform him about the overwhelming number of volunteers. Hastily, she clarified, "No, no! More than two-thirds of the audience have applied to be your champion. I was just trying to sort out the most eligible candidates and forgot to tell you. I'm sorry!"
"It's not your fault. I should have asked sooner," Wyatt reassured her, his tone warm with appreciation for her enthusiasm. Then he added, "You don't need to sort them out. I've already chosen the people I want as my champions. Could you help me check if they're willing?"
"Of course! Just point them out to me, and I'll contact them right away," Dulas replied, her voice brimming with determination. She didn't utter a word of complaint about her wasted effort, instead focusing on fulfilling Wyatt's request.