LivingBeing!

13

He read the book with intense focus. He still remembers to get up, eat and rest well. Raider really gave him a great suggestion and because of this knowledge, he was scared of Dzenigei's life force even more.

Take a mediocre example. Dzenigei versus a ton of human. A dragon has millions of scales, and each scale's thickness is equivalent to a building. But as the strongest creature in terms of defense, even a piece of scale that only as thick as a human's nail would boast a hardness that even his entire world's weapons poured down, it would still exist as nothing happened. Even if somehow scales and defense aren't there and after days of fighting, they will just cover themselves with shields and go in recovering state, back to full health again in just half a minute. Unless they achieved the condition, that guy just can't be killed.

The author depicts these fighting scenes well. He read through it happily and frowned. This guy used every chance he got to tell him that these Dzenigei are the best model for anyone seeking immortality and how to make others feel disgusted.

" They are so disgusting. Can I seek out a Behemonth for my companion and let them kill the Dzenigei for me? ''

- Auch.

He slapped his hand lightly. Think like this and the next lesson of morality, he would become a punching bag for his master. It wouldn't be good to judge someone based on what they were born with but rather on what they achieved.

But as how twisted this world was, the best counter against Dzenigei - Behemonth - are the best candidate for a Dzenigei's soulmate. Even Muren's books also have written about pairs of Behemonth and Dzenigei going around with each other.

Infinity stamina and monstrous destructiveness of Behemonth, Infinite automatic recovery and outrageousness vitality of Dzenigei are just too suitable for each other. As one was not enough, two of these guys going along are just a disaster. Luckily, the one who falls to his world was a loner so that is the best news.

" But why it head to my world and not other places? On the map, I have seen a few other planets have living things and it just head straight to my home, bittersweet personal. "

Maybe his world contains an egg of Behemonth species and it heads out to find itself a soulmate?

" If so, that guy may be negotiated with. I need to find that egg and gift it to the fallen dragon."

But doesn't that mean it may return with its soulmate years later? He smiled to himself at the thought. He doesn't want to and doesn't have the responsibility to shoulder the entire planet. They may return later as the premium glue of humanity when the time comes, after their pinky honeymoon. He sincerely wants to support his hometown.

'' I couldn't live forever. I couldn't protect them forever.

The problem of later generations must be resolved by themselves. That is how he is currently, and he hopes in the future, these saints still helping endangered civilizations like his.

He is falling into the deepness of moral, responsible, and despair ( ? ) and that state keeping him busy for a few days. He was devouring a paragraph when Monera invaded his room and yelled like there is an outbreak of fire in her castle :

- Stop reading and follow me.

She pulled him out of his lair and take him into the castle of Schezade.

- What? Weapon? I have this.

He was surprised when being told he will have a weapon. Rhinne extended his hand and show up a pen. He was knocked right on the head by the iron fist of his friend as she made a normal revolved attack, planted his head onto the ground. It was a joking punch, so he got up right away without any wound.

- So, what do you want?

- I want something that defends.

- I have swords, tridents, and more even if I like to take hits.

- Are you a p*****t?

- Try it one more and see what would you become to.

He will be thrown into hell? He seriously considers if he needs to change the name of his life into " I was killed by a goddess and thrown into hell, casual lives with hell farm begin ~ " until Schezade smacked him slightly with a leg.

They are jumping around each other like it was so fun. Monera has two of her brothers, Silicy and Schezade. Add him to the group and they will have a perfect ratio that caused betrayal : 3 boys and 1 girl. Rhinne looked at the tall, robust man name Silicy - of course, that is a fake name - who was smacking his hands against Monera's and Schezade's. They are fooling around. He retreating, didn't join in although he liked to.

- Come here.

She and her brother dragged him into the small party. He felt so warm. Can the worlds in the universe be at peace like this? They aren't looked down on him and extend their hands to his world even that is just a speck of small dust to them.

He ignored them, pushed Monera's hand off with a sad attitude. He is not that important. Silicy's face hardened and Schezade's neck stiffened. Monera's eyes widened. She retreated.

- Don't be like that. I would rather you jump in and dance with us.

- I don't want to.

- Fine, my friend. Let come back to the topic we are going to do.

She asked him a question :

- What is the characteristic of the Behemonth species?

- Infinite stamina.

He answered while looking at what is lying in the big hall. Schezade added :

- More than that. Their weapon, or exactly, in this case, teeth and claws are indestructible as long as they aren't left their body. They were the best thing for weapons. - He juggled with a big tooth - They are limited, as their species are a rare kind. We are not someone who dashed out and killing just because we like war spoils, so these are what is left from some foolish guys that attacked us and are being trapped in deep hells. We are coming to pick these guys' teeth, claws and bones every day.

These guys are ruthless dentists. He should add this to their nickname. He is shaking like an aspen tree. These guys were so dangerous. I don't want to be a farm, he shivering while imagined the hell he has visited many times.

- Kagara, are you okay?!

- Please, don't treat me like that. Human bones can't forge into weapons and a tooth just simply broke if you want to hammer it.

- We won't!

Only after a few deep breaths, he can stand up. He stretched his neck to look closer to the ragged teeth.

- Didn't they left the body? What will this tooth you are holding do?

- They are still very durable. I am a blacksmith, my brother is a technician.

- And what I and Monera are going to do here?

- Enchant it. - She answered - You will be here to determine what the shape is, and I will embed it with a strengthened Dzenigei horn and a small gem.

- Why don't you give me the weapons of my dead seniors?

He wondered as he has gone to the armory because of curiosity before. Just rains them down and you will have a skewered planet ready for reconstructions.

- Are we are so petty to the point of not giving you a functional weapon? - Schezade glared at him while Monera was making some signs with her brother with three of her fingers - You, you want to change your sword after every time you fight?

- No.

- So here we are. - He brightened - Don't be shy. All our apostles received one. This also served as a mark to identify each other. It would be so awkward if you fight against others without recognizing your allies.

- Okay.

He pondered for a while under the gazes of his ' master ' and said :

- Make me a sword, please.

- Why a sword?

- That would be simple to fool the enemy into thinking I'm the main warrior. I will block them with human skin at the moment they think they are the winner.

- You are devious. But you want that just to make you look ordinary, right?

- You understand me too well, my dear friend.

Yes, the most common weapon for heroes, sword. They would be dumbfounded the moment he reveals his defensive ability.

- Kekekek.

- Yes, let us make you a sword. - She agreed - What color do you like?

- Gold. I want it to look like crystal, but don't blind my eyes no matter how many lights there are and don't stand out in the night.

- My, is that the name of a friend you once have?

- Yes, My, I once told her I like golden things.

Schezade asked :

- How sharp...

- Wait, please.

Rhinne stopped his friend, the mantis, and said :

- Scrap that plan. I wouldn't use it well at all, as my swordsmanship is trash.

- It is really trash. But didn't you want to deceive them before punching them?

Monera asked and four of them gathered together, started a heating discussion about the weapon.

- No, it must be usable.

- What do we need to make for him?

Schezade sat down with six legs. Silicy spread out his arm while looking at his sister. Monera leaned back on her chair while crossing her arms. Rhinne leaned on the table. Four of them looked like friends, in the world or Imperial Mechanical Planet. Gigantic warships and mechanical large beings were flying through the sky around them. It was peaceful at least, and the wind is soft. It was warm due to the bright suns above their head.

Rhinne slightly closed his eyes. Although the suns was big and many shine at the same time, the atmosphere is warm as the sky in this world is frighteningly high. It was high like a person has supported it with their arms, raised it upward to protect the beings under it. Silicy's loud voice made him returned to the real world.

-... so I don't quite agree with this.

- Silicy, weapons don't have to be beautiful.

Schezade said. The blacksmith shook his head right and left as he doesn't sail along with this idea. Monera said with her strong voice, unlike Silicy, who have a voice as loud as thunder.

- My little brother, my apostle want a weapon other than a sword. Can't you accept that simple request? - She caressed the stone table - It must hurt your pride, I'm sorry, but can you follow my words this time?

- It is simply unacceptable.

- Silicy.

- No, is no. I wouldn't make other things other than swords.

Silicy, the man who loves his elder sister while holding his own opinion answered as a tree declared. His big body, which was filled with muscles, some fat, and a neatly trimmed beard also making him seem like a boulder that crashed against a river, never concede until it perished. Rhinne nodded :

- I have almost always seen swords on that tomb. Is it because of this?

- Let me apologize. I must teach you how to protect yourself against danger, and fast. We don't have enough time to explain all mystery in our worlds, or how many kinds of beetles exist out there. - Monera sighed and pat her student's shoulder - Yes, that is the reason. Of course, we can make weapons without him, but Silicy is the best when it comes to dealing with materials.

Schezade licked his pincers. She continued :

- Swords is easy to use. But in some senses, it is also not the easiest weapon to deals with. The balance, sharpness or sword skills. While possessing an adequate piercing force, the sword itself couldn't do much against heavily armored enemies, as the tip of the blade will just slide away or being deflected by a skillful wrist shake.

Silicy added :

- There are many variations of swords. Oriental blades specialized in slicing, scimitar for deceiving sword arts, espadon for cavalry. The handle could also be used as a short mace, and the weapon could serve the role of a shield if the blade was wide enough.

- I can't use sword good. If it was a short confrontation then it is fine, but the lack of variables, creative and skills would rapidly push me to a disadvantage and kill me swiftly.

- There is another option though.

The green mantis said :

- Use your own body to fight. Let make gloves. - Schezade knocked on his soft wings on his back - And armguards. Legs can be coated with hard gaiters.

- It won't be enough. Your flesh isn't as hard as the metal of weapons. - Monera looked at her brother - The shock itself can still pass through the armor and damage the internal organs.

- It could be lessened through layers of leather and soft, shock-absorb material.

Rhinne jumped in. The only woman in this group spread out her fingers.

- So you intend to abandon the weapon?

- No... But the sword isn't a suitable option.

- And I won't make a thing that is not elegant and great.

Silicy nodded like Rhinne has hit the target. The eldest sister seems not satisfied.

- You think your flesh is hard so you could take on anything? Armor and weapon have is own usage.

- Sis, I don't think a person who took on the offensive of multiple enemies on that fight with your bare body can say that.

Schezade poked at his sister with his pincer. His sister answered :

- But I still wear armor, didn't I? Even my legs, thighs, feet, or hands were coated with gaiters, gloves, boots, and shoulder guards.

- Silicy.

Schezade turned to his other brother, Silicy.

- If I remember right, making a sword of your standard spent tons of materials.

- Of course, but does material a problem for us?

- It isn't about the material needs to make a sword, but rather the equality. Didn't you spend tens time material more than normal to make swords for apostles with bigger body sizes than him? - Schezade tilted his head and the compound eyes gleamed - Cut the nonsense. Even if you made a whole armor full of parts, it won't even consume half of the material needed to make a sword.

- Armors are possible, but we are talking about the weapon, not armor. Why suddenly the amount jumped into this? - Silicy pointed at the tusks, fangs, and claws - The amount is based on the ratio of races, body size. If we tal...

- Enough.

Rhinne snapped. Monera just leaned back and temporarily entered her dream.

- I know you took pride in your works. It is feasible and understandable, so I won't intervene in this matter, as your hard work is your own to decide.

- As the world should be.

He nodded. Rhinne spread his arms. His arms were thick and gray.

- But the choice of wanting it or not is with me, and I won't desire it.

- Hmph. Many said it but shamelessly asked for it when they saw the power of these weapons once.

- Isn't it a demon?

- ???

Monera clicked her tongue and the thick tail waved. The wind it generated naturally seems like a shockwave, as the tail is just like a war mace. Schezade groom his war scythes. Rhinne laughed and pointed at the sword hanging on Silicy's back.

- It is the Great Demon of Denial.

- ??? Ah, you mean you want to have your weapons made of demo...

- No, I mean if I just use a powerful weapon, the power itself would harm me, and at the same time, deny all my efforts.

- I know of that.

Silicy looked at his feet while Schezade rotating his head bizarrely and comically. Gigantic warships still flying through the sky like they were protecting something.

- Many sleep away on the power of their weapons. As a result, both the sword and its owner couldn't grow and just become crippled after a long time.

The blacksmith tightens his grip. The stretched-out arm seems very powerful as it was packed with moderate but great muscle. His face is normal, not darkened or anxious, but it is just a hard, normal face.

- Doesn't the skill of...

- And here, I said enough. Stop.

Rhinne blocked Silicy.

- I won't use a sword! So what is the point of discussing this? Lemme just grasp a random weapon on the battlefield and swung them around.

- Sound good.

- And someday, I will cut off my own ribs, legs, and organ, gather the bones, skin to make my own weapons and armor.

- You are crazy.

His mentor snapped. She glared at her student - or cooperator - while raising her bandaged arm.

- You want to SKIN your own skin? Using your bones for weapons?

- A bone club sounds nice, you know.

- You have gone crazy from all knowledge you have learned instead. Who would be crazy enough to cut off his own limbs to made weapons?

- So what do you want me to do here?

Rhinne slammed his fist on the table.

- If I depend on external help just once, all my efforts could be denied by just one line of other people.

All three's expressions turned unsightly.

- What? What is the disgusting expression?

- We are disgusted by what you just said.

Three of them said this at the same time. Rhinne's face turned blank. Then.

- Rhaaahahahah! Rahahahhaha!

He laughed at the sky.

- I don't care about what others said. But rather, I want to carve my name on the myths and legends, on the mind of generations! I can become immortal with time. A being only truly dead when they were forgotten by the world! Rhahahaha!

Slicy fell silent. Rhinne poked at his mentor's shoulder.

- I bet you also skin your own scales and skin to make your armors. They are hard.

- Not your. You, remember that you belong to a species that is incredibly weak and has no scales to protect yourself. And what? Do you think your efforts could be easily denied by just a line? By using a weapon?

Schezade swung his pincers around like he was hungry and said :

- Then Rhinne, care to explain about the medicine you always use? Didn't that an external help?

Monera and Silicy's expressions brightened. They have found a weakness! Silicy joined in.

- Yes, he is right! You said you don't need external help, but you still using herbs and honey to keep yourself healthy.

- My brother is right. - Schezade joined too - Your clothes kept your body warm.

- Food kept you alive.

Rhinne let them said these things.

- So, didn't you rely on them?

- You sleep inside a house. You lied on a bed. - Monera said.

- Didn't it make you a hypocrite?

Silicy said the last line. He didn't notice the frightened expression on his sister's face. Hypocrite. It was the last line of him. The vital point. The result didn't end well. It was because Silicy never understands Rhinne as much as his sister does.

Rhinne instantly pushed Monera away, as she was next to him. She didn't even react in time, which proved how furious he was. He kicked Schezade right on the neck. Both of them hit the ground. It isn't about fairness or not but rather effectiveness.

- You said what?

He extended his arm and caught Silicy's neck. The thick hand of Rhinne gripped his throat.

- You damned being. I dare you to say that, again.

He raised his neck. He used his thick forehead to smash against Silicy's head. It was a headbutt that destroys the opponent's head. He crushed Silicy's throat literally. Rhinne raised his neck again and repeatedly slammed it against his opponent's head. Blood was splattered everywhere.

- You said what? You, you guys were the one that abducts us without our consent. The poor health I got was from my parents. You want to insult them.

Rhinne swung his left arm back and punched. The neck in his arm was still being grasped.

- The bed I slept on was made by me, as I chopped down the tree I raised. The herbal tea I drank was from the garden I created myself.

Bang. Another headbutt. By now, Schezade and Monera have got back to their feet and hurriedly tried to hold Rhinne back as he continued his assault and revenge.

- Stop! Hey, I told you to stop!

- Spare him, he doesn't really want to say that! We are sorry, okay?!

- I have made the medicine by myself. The tool I used was forged by me. I'm lucky to be born with arms and legs, I used them to make what I need. - Rhinne ignored the ones who were stopping him by his subconscious. - Damned being. You said that even eating the food that I have grown, wearing the clothes I sewed for myself is WRONG?

The man opened his mouth and bite at Silicy's head. Brutally. He continued it.

- I learn the language by myself. I learn everything by myself. I never rely on external help. Said it again. I told you... - He raised his head and once again, he slammed it onto the already bloodied head - Said that I'm a hypocrite again!!

Bang!

The only woman in the group jumped in between them. Monera locked him in her arms and shouted at Schezade when she noticed some movements at the gate :

- Stop that army of you!

- Oh..? Oh?? Ah, yes!

He immediately ran away to stop the guards of him. Rhinne can't even be held down in his raging state as he continued to attack Silicy.

- Enough, it is enough! Wake up!

- You want to tell me that even after I risked my life to gain water for my trees, boiled it and drink I could still be called a hypocrite?! I have, I have, I have risked my life to take it back myself! So you want to tell me that even living under a cave could be called relying on other's help even if I had spent my own efforts to built it? I used material to build things, but that contains my efforts and you dare to call me a hypocrite?

- I said stop, stop! He may die!

- He deserved to!

- But he didn't mean it! Wake up!

Finally, after she couldn't take it anymore, she resolved to violence and pressed Rhinne down against the ground. Of course, she is stronger so she does that easily. Schezade hurriedly ran back with medical teams, and no one was allowed to bring weapons. They seem to try to ignore the conflict as much as possible. All armies that have been mobilized were told to return.

She ran up to check on her beaten brother. He was pitiful. Just one missed the line and he was mercilessly attacked by Rhinne. Silicy, of course, is stronger than Rhinne but it was too abrupt. Bandages were neatly stuck to his head like a mummy. Rhinne sat there, leaned back on a chair. Schezade approach him, and he just laughed :

- What would you do? Condemn me? I will tell you that I would hit him again even if time turned back or you would rip my head off by that pincer of you if I won't apologize.

- I was the one who has to apologize to you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have touched that topic in that way.

- Isn't it rare? Beings that admit their fault without resorted to their powers and authorities are near extinct.

Schezade carefully stepped toward Rhinne, aware of a surprise kick. After testing the water and felt safe, the mantis swiftly crawled toward his sister's cooperator with his six long legs. He sat next to Rhinne. They both view the sky and after a long time, Rhinne said :

- I know I'm not perfect.

- ...Yes.

- I'm proud of my endurance, but once there is a thing that crossed my line, I would explode immediately.

- I have learned of that today.

The wind is still blowing on the high mountain, the highest mountain on the view. Machines moving around everywhere, and the suns are still floating above their heads.

- I know my weakness. I'm headstrong, rigid, and short-tempered.

- Rhinne, you have an amazing temper. You have never got angry all that time. Even you should cry a bit.

- I cried many times.

- I know that is just fake tears you used for jokes. When I was young, I got into a frenzied state many times and even lashed on innocents. You hit us, but that is also because we also joined in. - Schezade enjoyed the wind with his eyes, silently - I'm sorry.

Rhinne looked at how Monera took care of her brother and looked at the mantis. Then, he said :

- Say sorry is hard.

- I have learned to say it with time. And I want to tell you something.

- I hear.

Schezade stood like a statue. Even his green eyes are as still as a piece of jade.

- Can you... learn how to forgive? I know you lack time and everything.

- ...

- It may be the hardest thing you may ever learn. But isn't forgive is necessary? I think, at some point in your life, you would encounter mistakes made by your comrades. Will you kill them just because they had slipped once?

- ...

The wind caresses his skin. He looked at the scene of the siblings care for each other. Blood of his own from his forehead flowed down, and he wiped it away. It is his life. He coughed. The disease still has not disappeared through all that time.

- I will forgive if that didn't touch my last line.

- Then, I would have to pray for anyone who dares to touch the temperament of my sister's apostle. The one who angers the least is the most dangerous being that exists possible when they were enraged.

-...

- So what would you think is suited for you as your weapon?

- You would make it for me?

- Silicy wouldn't budge from his idea, but my crafting technique is also very good. It just couldn't reach the realm of the miracle of him, that all.

- A mace.

- Spike Mace?

- Yes. Do Behemonth's bone and fang the most durable material possible?

- No.

Schezade pointed his pincer to his sister.

- If you want to ask about what is the most durable bone, you must ask her. Her bone is hard to the point of unbelievable.

- I know. So, using metal now, I suppose?

- Yes. But while we are talking about it, bones really don't have a metallic property to forge into a sword, or the flexibility of a tendon to make a whip. That guy could, but he wouldn't. So, we resorted to the horns when we have to create something alone. Bones were crushed to feed plants.

- You should go to ask about his condition. This could be pushed back later. Send him my apology.

Rhinne just left, stepped down from the castle of Schezade, passed by the guards. He nodded every time he met them.