"I loved spending time with you, see you later!" Hestia waved to me on the street, quickly walking away. It was very late and in the distance I could see a boy with white hair and red eyes. He seemed surprised by my presence, while Hestia pulled him by the arm angrily.
I don't think he'll like it when he finds out what I did to her…I don't like him either... is there a mission to kill him?Maybe I should ask Bela to resolve this…
Damn!I feel like I've lost something... With a sigh, I began to locate myself. I felt lost and bewildered. This damn city had to have a map on every corner. And I'm not even going to mention the huge distance again.
Most establishments were closed at this point, even nightclubs seemed to be shutting down. The sky was beginning to lighten.
"better buy some bread". I passed a bakery with the smell of warm bread and no queue. Being up so early had its privileges, after all, it had been a long time since I'd seen a bag of warm bread.
Arriving at my new home, I could see Bela sitting in front of it, her head resting on the fallen wall. She was in a deep sleep. I brought the bag of bread close to her nose and she began to sniff, and gradually the gaps in her eyes opened.What a cutie girl.
"Master?" the voice was lazy and slow, with drool still dripping from her mouth. With a leap out of nowhere she stood up.
"MASTER!" I was confused, watching that reaction. Such an abrupt awakening, coupled with the fact that she had slept outside...
"Where were you? I've been looking all over for you!"
"..."
My ears hurt... being reprimanded is a pain in the ass. Bela spent the next few hours scolding me, telling me that I couldn't just wander around the city aimlessly with no time to return.
"But I'm the god and I know what I'm doing!" I deeply regretted those words after another round of cursing about understanding my position and importance. How I could be kidnapped and bring trouble to everyone.
"I'm leaving, you better wait here this time!"Her words were harsh as usual. But I would never listen to that, I have better things to do than follow the selfish desires of a brat like her. I have a lot of business to deal with and a revolution to lead!
"I'll promise to deeply think about it." She turned around quickly and with a look that seemed to pierce my soul... sighing, she spoke again.The voice this time seemed weak, even a little embarrassed and shy.
"I might need you later, so please be here..." She blushed as she spoke. There was no way I was getting out of here even if this shit fell apart.In fact, if she doesn't come back this time, I'll go into that damn dungeon myself and kill the monsters with my nails and teeth and carry her home on my lap.
"I'll definitely be here!" I doubt there is a god out there as good at motivating his children as I am!She left confident and cheerful for another day and I lay down to sleep. I quickly fell into a heavy sleep when I woke up in the early afternoon.
This must be the first time I've really rested since I got here... Stretching my limbs and yawning, I grabbed one of the books Charlotte had given me. The manuscripts contained a lot of important information, but also a lot of basic and simple information. In short, I had to filter out some of the information that was useful and mix it with what I already knew.
So a few more hours passed, focused on reading tedious books about how crystals worked and were used. After some basic understanding, I grabbed my backpack again, picking up a small crystal, some tools and metal parts.
These pieces were certainly not ideal and were not made to be used as I wanted.Metal was difficult to mold and clearly this would be a basic problem, but it was solved by playing with a hot goddess, in fact the goddess of the sacred flame herself.She really had a fire inside her if I may say so.
At the simple desire a small but intense flame formed on my finger, it would take some work but it would serve better than a common blowtorch.This way I wasn't so limited to what I could do and everything I needed was no longer so far away, only some adaptations and welding were necessary.
This was one of the rewards I got, there were still a few more and playing more with Hestia would give even more.Imagine what would happen if I dated a love goddess like Freya or Aphrodite.
"Let's try making a hair clipper." The mechanisms were generally simple and easy to understand. A blade would be moved sideways using energy, which would cut the hair. Nothing too complex and a good start.
It was important to know how to start at the beginning, many people could fall into the trap of trying something too complex, which would only lead to a lot of problems and unnecessary difficulties that would delay the end result.
Slowly things began to take the form I remembered, it didn't need to be difficult or different.
I was confident in my first attempt, it sounded very similar to what I was expecting and so I turned it on eagerly awaiting the result. As soon as I turned it on, the blade slowly began to move. With a calmness and patience that wouldn't cut anything.
Apparently I had adjusted the CER incorrectly... Opening it briefly, I adjusted it gently. I put everything back in place and switched it on again. In a few moments the room was filled with light. Before the piece exploded and the blade that flew out cut my arm.
"Shit!" A big red line trailed off. This could easily result in contamination. I had to run to get soap and water and clean up the blood that kept flowing.
I went back to the books again, trying to understand where I had gone wrong. The setting didn't seem to be the problem, I hadn't imagined that the machine could be so sensitive and difficult to calibrate. After some intense reading, I adapted the prototype. Now it looked less like what I originally knew.
But the blade didn't move at all. Things continued without much progress for many hours and I was already getting tired and angry with this damn alien technology. The door opened at some point with Bela returning from the dungeon again.
"Welcome." I didn't even look away from my latest invention. It was still a flawed prototype as usual. Fitting a screw, I ended up letting the screwdriver slip, causing a cut on my finger.
"Fuck it!"I picked up that piece of shit and threw it on the floor in a rage.I admit I thought it would be easier.
"Master!" Bela came running up to me looking at the wound. Without even giving me time to think, she took her mouth and sucked on the wound. What the hell is she doing? She looked at me angrily as she sucked.she grunted in the process.
I must say that sucking angry is not bad.In fact, I might even like it better this way. It's warm and wet and the way it surrounds me....
"You have to be more careful, if it gets infected we'll have problems." She got even angrier with that pretty face staring at me, shit I want her to get mad more often.
"Yes... of course." I just agreed without thinking too much about it.
"And what's that?" She looked at the reason for all my frustrations curiously.
"I was trying to make a hair clipper, I used some common parts and the crystals but things are going a bit wrong." She raises an eyebrow, grabbing the device and turning it in her hand a few times.
The shape it had assumed after so many failed versions was strange, it looked more like an octopus tentacle than anything else.If Charlotte were here she would laugh in my face until tomorrow.
"I suppose if it's for cutting hair it should have a blade, shouldn't it?" She pointed out some obvious changes. I couldn't let the blade go off in my face every time, so I removed it.
"You still have to put it in."
"And why does it have this rounded shape? I don't see anywhere a blade could go." Yes, I ended up rounding most of the parts so that if it exploded it wouldn't hurt me.
"Just a convenience, trust my choice of intelligent design." She then pressed the button that was supposed to start it. At that moment a rounded point began to vibrate...
Looking at it like this, it seems like something very different, I think I've seen something similar... It would be funny if this...
wait, did I accidentally make a vibrator?Now I'm in doubt, am I the worst or best inventor in history?
in any case.
"Bela, I hope you're not too tired..."