Will of chaos

"But the winner is Lyra, who won over 100,000 gold coins, congratulations." (I)

"Hahahahahahaha..." (Ivan)

"I knew my daughter was going to win, I knew it from the beginning... hahahaha..." (Ivan)

"Let me go Father..." (Lyra)

Ivan grabs his daughter lifting the little Homunculus aloft while spinning with happiness, while Lyra wanted to be released from her father's clutches, he was just laughing out of control.

We had to wait a few minutes for Ivan to calm down before continuing the conversation.

"Master, so the reward you promised is now mine, right?" (Lyra)

"Can I assemble everything as I want?" (Lyra)

"As the winner of the Competition, you are entitled to the prize of creating your floor in the Dungeon." (I)

"But I warn you that the floor must still be functional, it cannot be a safe floor like the floor of farms and the city." (I)

"Besides, Nira and I will interfere whenever you're making up something really stupid, okay?" (I)

"Fine by me, so I can set up a perfect floor to collect Alchemy ingredients, finally I can just ask someone to go there and get it." (Lyra)

"I'll never have to interrupt my research for days waiting for Nira to get the ingredients I need." (Lyra)

"It's not my fault if the town we're passing through doesn't have any ingredients, or if you use up those ingredients so quickly." (Nira)

"Stay calm." (I)

Nira really is the one that asks for the greatest amount of resources from Nira, Alchemy has always been a job that needs a lot of financial investment.

There are many types of tools, skills, and ingredients, not to mention the amount of study involved.

Many creative jobs are expensive, so it often takes time for these people to achieve success in their careers.

In the Dungeon it's usually different, that's why I give full support to all of them, I provide all the money, knowledge, and materials I have at hand, when you need more things they were to ask Nira, that's because she is the responsible trader to leave the Dungeon stocked.

"You can do it however you want, but the Dungeon has its own rules and limitations that we will explain to you during the Dungeon floor building process." (I)

"Try to plan the design and size of the map first, then I do a simple sketch of the floor structure and environment before talking to Nix, when she approves I'll take a look before giving my approval." (I)

"I'll do that, thank you master." (Lyra)

After that, I talked to each of them separately about the problems that Nira had told me about before.

Tania and Anton have been pestering Nira to compare which of the two was closest to becoming the champion, they are trying to argue about who could have been the winner if it hadn't been Lyra.

It seems like Anton didn't like to be behind his wife in this, even more with her throwing in his face that she was the best, Tania is a terrible winner.

It looks like the two had made a separate bet to see which of the two won more money, Nira seems to already know about that.

Anton explains to me that the loser has to go without drinking anything alcoholic for 1 week, Anton told me this with a face full of horror, for him who drinks more alcohol than water, this must be worse than torture for him.

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Pov Arms Dealer's:

I was close to the capital city of Vartry Kingdom, I came here with my subordinates to make a clandestine delivery, being on another continent doing this helps to avoid prying eyes.

After delivering yet another piece of merchandise, one of my subordinates comes running to me with the prosthesis on his arm no longer making a noise like before, that means he finally found someone to fix this metal thing he has in place of one of his arms.

"What's the hurry, Greg." (I)

"Sir, look at my arm, not only is the annoying noise gone, but the arm is much lighter and stronger than before." (Greg)

"That's impossible, the magical engineers of this continent would not be able to make any improvements to a magical prosthesis." (I)

"So look?" (Greg)

Bammm!

"That's impossible..." (I)

"The hidden weapon that sends out magical energy discharge should be damaged beyond repair, so I can't accept that." (Greg)

"The guy who did this is amazing, he kept explaining the whole process to me but I couldn't understand even half of what he explained." (Greg)

"He did all this in a single day?" (I)

"Yes, but he did it in front of me at incredible speed." (Greg)

If this Magic Engineer is as talented as you say he is, then we can test him a bit.

"Do you still have the damaged weapons I sent you?" (I)

"Yes, they are in the warehouse as their pieces still hold a high value." (Greg)

"Have each of the others bring these damaged weapons to these people." (I)

"Yea." (Greg)

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On the night of that day.

Once again Greg runs after me as he exits the bathroom, he pulls out a sheet of paper that I pick up to read.

It was a summary report of what I passed on to him earlier, it looks like this mysterious Magic Engineer is as good as Greg said he was.

From this information, he managed to fix all the weapons, but he also managed to improve all the weapons, this seems to be getting weird already.

"Did you go to the Assassin's Guide to buy information from this Magic Engineer?" (I)

"I've already done that, but it looks like they didn't have anything on it." (Greg)

"It's going to be a little risky, but we could change our lives if I turn this Magic Engineer into a slave under my control." (I)

I think a little about our options, this city is not as simple as it appears, it may even have more people eyeing this Magic Engineer.

"Contact Assassin's Guild, I need 4 of our allies while together with some local contractors to get this Magic Engineer inside the Trading Guild or when he is leaving the Guild." (I)

I'm going to be able to get this Magic Engineer, I'm going to need this opportunity to get out of this errand boy life, I'm just a delivery boy, this kind of life is a mere one, so I have to create a path for myself.

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After some days.

Damn it, no matter how many people I try to send out to get that bastard Magic Engineer, but it looks like someone is protecting him.