Could it be—
the genuine successor of Mechanical God Linte Isaac is actually here?!
Watching the flabbergasted Mole People, he downed a chemical pool in one gulp and let out a chuckle, unable to resist showing off.
"Teach us? Does this thing even need teaching? Don't you just need hands to do it?"
The Translation Crystal translated his words accurately to Gabeng, who, after hearing them, just stood there, dumbfounded.
Don't you just need hands?!
Wasn't this mocking their Iron Teeth clan for not having hands?!
What a tremendous humiliation!
What made it even more frustrating was that rune magic was actually his area of expertise, yet he couldn't utter a single word to counter the guy, forced to pretend he hadn't heard anything.
Standing by, Oke could no longer bear to watch and coughed lightly before speaking.
"In our place, this technique is known as 'Netherworld Language'."
Gabeng stared at him, dumbstruck.
"Netherworld Language?"
Oke proudly puffed out his chest.
