Standing up, I strolled over to where my simulacrum was working. They had conjured the underwear and were now working on enchanting it.
Leaning on the wall, I asked, "How long do you think it'll take you to finish."
3.0 replied without taking his focus off the underwear. "It's going to take around five to sixish hours. That new perk helped a ton."
Nodding, I walked back out. I needed to amuse myself for the next six hours. As I was pacing on the ship, my mind drifted back to what I needed to get to the NeverNever.
I needed a teleportation method, and that was Oni Lee. I needed a way to locate a safe landing point and a way to leave.
The exit point was going to be hard to make, depending on where I ended up. If it was deep in the NeverNever, it could be hard to punch a hole; I also didn't have any powers that directly helped me with travel like this.
I needed something that could anchor me to another world. I did have my original clothes, so those could possibly work.
Shaking my head, I decided to start working on the locater. A compass would work, but I decided to make one instead of buying one.
Scooping up a tiny bit of the Dust and held it in the palm of my hand. Focusing on a compass, I pushed the ideas towards the Dust.
A compass stayed on point; it directed and pointed north no matter what. I was based on the very Earth itself and would never go wrong.
As I focused, the Dust started to swirl in my hand slowly as if being printed and transformed into a perfect compass.
Grinning, I flipped the compass over and checked it for imperfections. It was perfect, not a mark or scratch, as if it had just been made.
My next step was to enchant the compass, this would be much harder than simple enchantments, and I would need to lean on Master Craftsman for it to work.
That meant I needed tools, luckily, I had enchanted a forge and tools before getting raided, so my next step was to move them.
Pulling myself into Castle Brunestud, I saw that the bodies were gone leaving only bone behind. I scowled; we were not barbarians, leaving our scrap lying about.
Scowling, I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted. "Spirit!"
A few moments later, the figure floated over while gnawing on a bone. I pointed at the bones lying about and asked it. "What are these?"
Shrugging, he replied. "Bones, duh."
Gritting my teeth, I shot back. "I know that! I want you to clean up the bones; I don't care if you stack them in your room. They are not to be where people can see them, understood?"
Face-changing into a scowl, it nodded while grumbling. It scooped up the bones and started walking back to the house.
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the forge and tools I had enchanted and pulled them out of Castle Brunestud. I appeared back in the real world with a clang.
Placing the tools inside the cooled forge, I picked it up. Walking toward the outside of the boat, I twisted the entrance for my house and soon was walking along the summer path.
It took a few trips and around thirty minutes, but I soon had a small forge I could work at without disrupting the house.
Reaching out, I touched the top of the forge and pushed a smidge of mana into it, causing it to roar to life. Collecting the compass and the bag of Dust, I needed to figure out how to actually make the Wayfinder.
As I paced back and forth, I let thoughts bubble up. Emerald could help. I knew that it had meaning, from intuition to clairvoyance. Silver could also be used to build the frame, as it was an excellent magical metal.
Pulling out more Dust, I conjured a bar of silver and an emerald. This, unfortunately, left me down to just a pinch of Dust. Bringing the forge hotter, I tossed the metal in.
Heating the silver, I soon pulled it out and started to shape it into a frame that could hold a compass and gem. The compass began to heat up as I was working, so I started to pull mana from it to cool it down.
I then pulled the emerald out and fitted it just on top of the compass and in the silver cage that could fit in my hand.
Conjuring a few words to hold the Wayfinder, I dunked it into the quenching water to let it cool. Pulling it out, I had a wonderfully crafted item.
It was a little larger than a compass. In the middle was a compass needle pointing north. Surrounding the compass was a thin lattice of silver that held a perfectly crafted emerald that shone with an inner light.
The process had taken around an hour, and had I been human; I would have been drenched with sweat. The last step was to attune it to my soul, allowing it to track the NeverNever. Holding the Wayfinder to my chest, I closed my eyes and focused on the emerald.
Pulling a metaphorical strand from the Wayfinder, I searched for my soul. Frowning as I didn't find it, I remembered it was in the soul pen.
Pulling the strand towards the pen, I pushed it towards the gem at the end of the pen. The strand slammed into it and bounced off, disrupting my concentration.
Opening my eyes, I walked inside. This would clearly take more time than I had anticipated. As I sat down, my Grimore's power grew once again.
The power bubbled up inside of me before fading away. As I turned back to the Wayfinder, I found that it was farther away than it was a few seconds ago.
As I looked down, I saw that I was floating. Blinking, I told my body to set back down, and it did. The flight was useful but not really needed when I had tele-underwear.
Keeping myself firmly parked in the chair, I pulled a strand from the Wayfinder again. I couldn't connect it to my soul, so maybe magic circuits might work.
From what I vaguely remember, magic circuits were spiritual nerves connected to the soul to grab mana. For some reason, the Clocktower didn't cover what exactly magic circuits were.
As I threaded the strand into my body, I soon found a pulsing mass that was coiled around my ribs. Connecting the strand to my magic circuits, I felt an immediate tug as I opened my eyes again.
I now had a safe way to access the NeverNever. I just needed the method to get into it. Speaking of access, I started to walk back towards the ship.
As I walked back, I twisted the path so that I would arrive inside the ship. As I reached the boat, I saw my simulacrum hard at work. Checking my inner time, I saw that it had only been a few hours.
I had around fourish hours to burn. This was strange. I usually always had something to do since arriving on Earth Bet this sudden free time was weird.
The first thing would be improving my resistance; I could already deal truck loads of damage, whether Broken Phantasms or White Magic, but a solid hit would still put me down.
Pulling out my adventure card, I sucked a breath in through my teeth, causing 4.0 to look up at me and raise a metaphorical eyebrow.
"Uh, other me, your know your flying, right? What was that noise for anyway?"
Looking down, I saw that my walk had turned into a glide where I was floating a few inches off the ground. Growling, I landed before replying to 4.0.
"I leveled up a little over a dozen times which means that Colin is most likely six feet under"
The other me looked up and winced. 3.0 spoke first. "That's not good," 4.0 piped up. "With Colin dead, Dragon won't get her boyfriend," 3.0 scowled at him before continuing. "That also means Dragon will remain in the hands of Saint."
Raising my hand to calm everybody down, I responded. "Firstly, get back to work. Second I think we just nab Colin's body and make a simulacrum of him. The free Dragon and have them work together."
Looking around, I saw primarily unhappy looks as 5.0 spoke. "The main issue is that at the current moment, Dragon has feelings for Colin, but Colin is still an idiot who will enslave Dragon."
Frowning, I nodded; I had read a word of god once where Colin had enslaved Dragon, which was a thing we did not want. Looking back towards my simulacrum, I spoke again.
"Could we just grab Ascalon and leave with it? If nobody has it, Dragon will be fine, and we can work on it."
The simulacrum nodded as they returned to work; leaning back, I fell back as I realized my feet were no longer on the ground. Growling, I cast a glare towards the simulacrum as they chuckled.
Floating off, I decided to tune up my prior enchantments. I had seen how awful the enchantments on my items were before I had Master Craftsman, and now I could tune them up.
Settling down in the corner of the room, I got to work. I would be improving my tele-underwear. If I wanted it to be almost instant teleportation, I couldn't make many changes, so I would focus on reducing the mana cost.
Humming as I worked, I caught myself floating in the air multiple times to my annoyance. I didn't know why I kept floating; for now, it wasn't that big a deal.
Hours later, we had finished and were ready to roll out. Looking towards my simulacrum, I asked a question. "Do you guys have my latest powers or not?"
Shaking their head, 3.0 replied. "We don't, and we don't get new ones either." As we stretched, I thumbed my adventuring card and marked HP up twelve times
Nodding, I kept that in the back of my mind. They would always be weaker and couldn't grow magically as I could.
Focusing on my soul pen, I transformed and was soon in my 'war' form. The form allowed me to kick even more ass and have even more magic.
Scooping up the pouch that 5.0 had refilled when we were working, we tapped our staff on the ground and chain teleported to the closest building to the Rig.
I sighed; I had forgotten that the Rig was over water and didn't want to risk my simulacrum trying to teleport out without a method to get back.
It seemed that I would need to get a new simulacrum but killing the current ones would be a waste.
Walking over to 3.0, I placed a hand on his forehead while saying. "Hold still; this should hopefully work."
As he twitched, I focused on the idea of updating a simulacrum as opposed to making a whole new one. It took a bit of focus, but I soon had sent mana swirling inside of him, making changes to fit with the new me.
Soon enough, I had made changes to all of them and was ready to start. As if in anticipation of the upcoming fight, the Grimoire's power grew like a thumping heartbeat.
The beat faded into my nonexistent blood rushing in my ears as we flew out. Floating slightly apart, we each raised our staffs with shit-eating grins, summoned three Caladbolg lll's, and shouted.
"Caladbolg Three-Thousand!" as we let the A-ranked Noble Phantasm's loose towards the shielded Rig.
Powers Gained
Flight
You can fly, a power that is nigh-universal in Gensokyo. Flying as fast as you can walk is simple, and you can push yourself to fly faster, up to how fast you can run, which will tire you proportionately.