anwhile, in the Library of Nowhere...
Pathos comnted while looking over a data sheet she had just finished putting together.
=Or what?=
=But the only way soone like that could exist is if...=
...anwhile, a little after Zhen Xing and Zhen Tai reunited with Axer, Alicia, and Harriet...
"So the guy who sold us this weird teorite isn't related to the Library or [Chaos] in the slightest?"
[No, Miss Goldshire,] Sprocket answered. [Other than the Chaos he picked up from handling the Entropy Ore, I couldn't pick up a lick of anything else.]
"Yeah, as far as we could sense, that guy just had a weird aether formula that neither of us could identify," Zhen Xing confird. "Still can't his image out of my head, though."
"Yeah, it was like he was drawn into reality as opposed to being a part of it," Zhen Tai added.
"Hmmm."
A part of Alicia was mildly disappointed that the strange rchant associated with the equally strange ore wasn't a rogue Kaijin or any other enemy of theirs that she could practice her techniques on.
On the other, she was just relieved that their pile of problems hadn't decided to collapse on them quite yet.
Now that they had their answer, though, it was ti to move on to other things.
Naly, assisting Axer finishing his other commissions so that he could get on to Alice's commission.
"Alright, since the rchant is probably just a curiosity to be explore later, and because we have other issues breathing down our necks, let's go and return to Axer's workshop so we can get a move on wrapping his commissions."
"Finally!"
"Wait, seriously? You don't want to at least try and tail that guy to see where he goes or if he got more of this stuff" Zhen Tai asked as he gestured towards the [Entropy] ore.
"We don't need to, since there's a very high possibility that dar—Zhen Liu probably already has soone taking the man as we speak," Alicia pointed out.
"That's...fair," Zhen Xing admitted as he recalled the myriad of tis Zhen Liu seed to uncannily know when sothing was about to go down, and recalling the fact that the Kaijin all had the ability to communicate with one another. "Actually, wait, if he could do that stuff himself, why did we sneak around too?"
"Non-zero chance that Zhen Liu may have recalled the kaijin to deal with so other issue," Alicia answered. "That and because, to paraphrase him, we must be able to do things independently in case things ever goes sideways with him or his powers again."
"I...huh."
Once Alicia made that comnt, it had placed a lot of Zhen Liu's past actions into perspective.
Even before being revealed to be a Kaijin Lord, Zhen Liu always made sure to donate a whole lot of goodies he had acquired to the clan as a whole as opposed to hoarding it all and empowering himself with it.
They had assud that he had done so due to either being incompatible with the stuff he had gifted the clan, or because he knew he could get himself even better goods and that these things were rely the scraps and hand--downs he didn't need anymore.
Putting into the perspective though of not wanting to worry about their well-being if sothing was to happen to him though was...a touch odd.
The man had once been pariah and had no future to speak of.
Now, he here was, worrying about the future of others instead of his own.
It was an equally heart warming and annoying observation to make.
"Wait, if we're going to be reconvening with the others now, shouldn't we at least figure out if they need help first?" Harriet pointed out once the plan had been fully processed by her mind.
"Good point," Alicia capitulated as she directed her attention towards Sprocket.
"Bellona should be with the others and I think you have a line connecting the library to Zhen Liu. Are any of them in any danger we should know about?"
The majin of gears was silent for a mont as they do a quick check of the situations elsewhere.
[Let's see...I think we'll be fine with eting up back at the forge,] Sprocket eventually answered. [Bellona and company are busy putting on a farce in the face of Smoking Mirror, while the Main Inventory is stifling the desire to choke out a Grafted bastard with a pretty face and no boundaries.]
"...what the fuck did you just say?"
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