Next up was a small piece of metal that glowed with power in Sam’s vision. It had been enclosed in a metal box that was far too large for its size, and Sam had wondered why before he lifted it out. He picked it up, and felt that it was incredibly dense, feeling more like a massive boulder in his hand than a small ingot of metal. He scanned it, but nothing came up. Either it was too high level for him to scan, or it was something that was considered so ubiquitous by the System that it had no description. Leaning towards the latter, Sam handed it over to Jeffrey, who instantly recognized it.
“This is mithril! Pretty low grade, but still mithril!”
‘Wait. mithril like the stuff from all those fantasy books? It doesn't really feel like that,” Sam asked.
“No, those people went the exact opposite way from what mithril really is. They envisioned it as some light and supple material that was stronger than steel, but in reality mithril is one of the densest materials known in the Multiverse. It comes from the cores of neutron stars, and usually it is mixed with other metals to prevent its weight from becoming prohibitive. Even mining it requires the services of high rankers, meaning that any piece of it is quite expensive. However, it more than makes up for that with its strength. Mithril is extremely durable, even in such a form. A suit of armor made out of pure mithril would be the stuff of legends.”
“Huh well, this seems like a good thing to give to George. Maybe he can level up his crafting skills even more. Any increase in the quality of armor that we can acquire would be very welcome.” Sam replied.
Jeffrey nodded and packed it away. The final two packages were just more essence crystals and credit orbs, meaning that they got on their way quite soon. Pyotr had taken the next essence orb, meaning that all of the fighters were hovering around the mid forties in level, with some a bit higher and some a bit lower. Leaving the remains of the packages, they headed off into the sunset, glad that they had escaped the confines of the canyon. Great adventure awaited them in the wider world, and the promise of great power.
The Grand Canyon
The Overlord hovered menacingly over a petrified green alien. The alien was the only survivor of the large army that had been sent to attack the Overlord and his territory, and he was having fun listening to its screams. This was his revenge for the large loss in assets that he had incurred while fighting the aliens, and he was planning to make this creature’s death slow and painful.
At some point during the initialization, most humans had begun to see aliens as simply other sapient beings, but the Overlord disagreed. To him they were the basest of filth, fit only to be used as slaves or a source of essence. Besides, their actions proved this.
He slammed his fist down into the table beside the alien, causing it to shiver. His new power from having reached the cusp of F Rank was showing, and every one of his stat points were working in concert to project the most intimidating image possible.
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Before he could continue with the interrogation, Anonymous walked in. The girl had been conspicuously absent during the last battle, but she had apparently been sabotaging the army’s supply lines, which was why no support had come. The Overlord had grudgingly believed her. He needed as much help as he could get, and one of the top ten rankers was pretty impressive help indeed. Most of the others had joined up with either Rodney Kane or Sam Atlas, but the Overlord was actually quite happy with that. The scenario that he was in stimulated his Dao constantly, allowing him to cultivate it even more effectively. He did not know it yet, but he was getting closer and closer to forming a Fragment stage Dao. Anonymous cleared her throat upon seeing the Overlord’s far off expression, and he whirled around, slamming his aura down on her.
“You dare to address me like that? You may be valuable, but not that valuable,” the Overlord said, glaring at her.
The girl shook her head violently.
“My apologies, faction leader,” she said after she had recovered. “I merely wished to tell you that there was an envoy of the invaders waiting outside of the compound. He wishes to talk to you.”
The Overlord snarled, and stood up. The interrogation of the prisoner could wait. Behind him, the alien sighed in relief. The Overlord turned around, and sent a spike of power into the man’s brain, causing him to fall unconscious. There really was a profound difference between the elites of Earth and the average G Rank alien.
The Overlord and Anonymous walked up the steps of the canyon side together, taking their time. It was best to show the waiting alien that they would not be hurried along by his presence. By the time that they reached the gate, they could hear a persistent knocking noise, and the Overlord slammed the gates open, revealing a diminutive blue man with long elfin ears and three eyes. He looked up at the Overlord with disdain, as if he was being insulted by being in the man’s presence. The Overlord slammed his aura down on the man, his reaction to when he was denied, but an equal and opposite aura emerged from the alien, stopping his in its tracks.
“So you really are what they say you are, hmm? That makes two people on this planet that can fight with F Rankers.”
“Who the hell are you?” The Overlord asked, flustered that his aura had been rendered useless.
“My name is of no concern. I was sent here bearing a message from my masters. We have a proposition for you.”
“Very well then. Speak.”
“My overseer, whose name is not relevant to this discussion, had a proposition to make to you. He wants for you to help him destroy the other Earth factions in exchange for your fealty. You will be allowed to rule Earth, but you will be working directly underneath him.”
The Overlord pretended to contemplate the answer for a moment, but he had already made up his mind.
“No.” He said, starting to shut the gates. The blue man put his foot in the gates, stopping them from closing in a display of strength far beyond his diminutive stature.
“What do you mean, no? My faction will crush you into the ground if you dare to resist. This was your one chance to side with the winners! Do you know what percentage of factions from newly initialized worlds do not survive the initialization because of invasion?”
“No, and I don't care.”
“It's over 99 percent!” The man screamed, trying to push the gates open. The Overlord flared his Dao and forcibly shut the gates, crushing the man’s foot in them. There was a curse, and then the sound of feet running off into the distance, with a marked gap in between the footsteps. The Overlord smiled. He looked off into the distance with a smile on his face.
“Let them come. Earth is ready,” he said, a pillar of his Dao surging out from him as he said the words. The alien ran faster as he felt the power surge behind him. The overseer would not like this.