"I heard what Jaren did, and I'm sorry for all of the destruction. I am surprised you got it cleaned up in this short of a time. Anyways, tomorrow evening is when the force and I are heading out to finally avenge our village and lost ones." The village Elder said with conviction. With the somber and hardened expression on his face, I could tell that he meant it. A single species destroyed many Beastkin, and they thought 8 beasts could destroy the monsters alone.
Not that I minded them dying by the monsters, but I would have liked to kill the fighting force myself. They destroyed my temporary home and assaulted me. I will ot forget the transgression they have made.
"Alright, I will be heading out to inform more people to be prepared for the worst, and hope for the best. Well, wish me luck out their!" Gallen said jokingly. Even with everything that has happened to him today, Argas managed a small smile, comforting Gallen that Argas was fine. Waving goodbye, Gallen gently closed the shop door behind him, before It fell off of the hinges.
Sighing, Argas put down the towel he was cleaning his hands with, lifted up the door, and put it back on the hinges. Nailing the door to the threshold with his hammer and some nails he brought out of the smithy, he left the door alone and went upstairs, which I could only assume that it was night time.
This would be one of the most crucial parts, because I don't have enough spores, my plan would not work. That is why I jumped through the open window and sped all around town looking for more spores that I had not collected last time. Going down alleys, I was able to collect at least 2 million from each of the alleys, which were 5 per lane, and their were five major streets, so around 50 million were collected from the streets.
Knowing this will not be enough I rolled towards my previous cave, thinking I could get some more spores from their, as I only got one tenth from last time, which gave me 2 trillion. Without any preamble, I rushed over to the strong connection I still feel from all of the spores.
Reaching the cave again, I pushed the boulder aside once again, and took out two fifths of it this time, worrying that I would be too cocky, like I was last time. Now would be a good time to check out how many spores I have in total, to see if I have enough for what I want to do. *click*
[SPORE-COUNT]
{Spore Count: Alter Spores-31,455,136,845,375,}
{Bone Spores-48,675,045,276}
I got quite a decent amount from this exploration and extraction. Gaining about 3 trillion Alter spores and 12 billion bone spores, I think I do have enough now. With great ease, I rolled out of the cave and put the boulder back into place, rolling so fast it looked like a blur if I could be seen during the day.
Compressing myself as much as possible, I went back to the most familiar store in the town, rolling through the window and landing back onto the desk. Waiting there for hours, I finally felt Argas get up from his bed, get dressed, and come down the stairs. Seeing me grow in size, his eyes widened.
I don't know what logic he used to explain my growth in size, but eventually he went into the smithy and continued making weapons, which was what I assumed he did before I came into his shop. Realizing that I made an imprint on his life, all I had to do now is wait for Gallen to come in here and pick me up. I can assume this because he had the eyes of greed when I was first used by him.
If I could smile, I would have. This plan of mine has gone perfectly, and it was all thanks to me being cautious and not assuming as much as I did when I first reincarnated in this new world. Feeling the displacement of my spores near the entrance, I knew that Gallen had entered, most likely to pick me up.
"Argas, sorry to bother you, but I'm going to use the slime for the extermination. The usefulness of its attack power is too great to not utilize." Gallen explained. Argas, who was deep in his work, only grunted in response. Taking that as a yes, Gallen went over to me and grabbed me off of the desk. Pulling out his sword, he thrust it into me. Swallowing it, I squirmed along the length of it, and after finishing, I slid off with a pop. Satisfied, the Elder put away his beautiful sword. Now that I have Memorized the sword with more experience, I can give Gallen what he wants.
Anyways, sexual misinterpretations asside, I turned into his sword. Doing a few test swings and me doing what I did last time, he was even more excited to use me. Putting in his sheath and leaving his real sword on a rack behind the desk, we went outside, although I could not physically see. With me being able to sense things, I could tell where he was going.
Sensing eight other powerful presences, which I could only assume that they were the other members of the fighting force.
"Alright, we are going to head out the front gates and follow the path we made to where we were battling the threat, which we could barely hold back." Gallen said, which the moral of the force lowered.
"But, with these new and improved swords, we are an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. We will show the devious monsters what this village is made of, and avenge all of our fallen brethren!" the Warrior leader said, with the cheers of the force, high spirits soaring. The only one who was not cheering was Jaren, the second in command of the force, who tried to attack me, only to fail and break his wrist in the process.
"Are you really sure that this sword is as powerful and reliable as you think it is?" Jaren asked, trying to take control of the situation. Gallen, perturbed that his authority is being challenged, hardened his face.
"This has been proven to work, and I am the leader of this group, so what I say goes. Anyone who has a problem with that can stay here, cowering." Gallen said sternly, grinding his teeth. With all of the kindness that I have seen in this village, it is no surprise that people would get angry easily if they are provoked.
Jaren, most likely not wanting to get decked, listened to Gallen, much to my surprise. As this world is not like earth, strength is what matters, ot prestige or any other forms of power. Taking this into account, everyone would have to listen to Gallon, for he was the strongest in the village.