"… These little monsters…"
Nilrem was much like his disciple. He was rarely impressed by anything.
He was a man who had managed to climb to this height all on his own. He had no family behind him, no friends, his own wife had stabbed him in the back… but now he stood tall in the God Realm, pissing over the gates of bastards who pissed him off and stealing their women.
It was hard for such a man to be fazed by anything.
But sensing the synergy between Leonel and Aina now, he couldn't help but be shocked.
This level of Crafting…
There was no doubt.
It was the best in Existence right now.
When he came to this conclusion, he was completely floored.
One had to understand what this meant. There were monsters that had dedicated their entire lives to Crafting, lives that spanned across millions of years in some cases. They lived and breathed this.
