Stepping formally into Amphoreus, Bayle looked around; it wasn’t any place he recognized.
Of course, even if it were a scene that existed in the game, he might not necessarily recognize it.
After all, a game is a game.
This place isn’t as simple as a game…
“Uh…
where did this teleport me to?
Why is there nobody here?” The surroundings were empty, permeated with a faint aura of death; never mind living people, he didn’t even see any plants.
In the distance, a stone statue could be clearly seen, with a huge spherical object strapped to its back.
Bayle finally saw something familiar and raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, I know this one.
It’s the statue of Kephale.
Finally found something I can recognize; that wasn’t easy.” [So pretty, so pretty!
The thing inside that sphere is transparent, a jade-like object.
It looks good, so clear!
I want it!] [It really does look good, but why is it being carried on its back?] Bayle glanced at the sphere again and said helplessly, “This thing seems to be the sun of Amphoreus.
If you guys steal it, there won’t be any dawn here.” [Alright then.] [So it’s just the sun?
Disappointing, disappointing.] “What exactly are you guys disappointed about, hey!” Bayle couldn’t help but retort.
The train of thought of this group of barrage was so erratic that even having eight brains wouldn’t be enough to keep up.
Regardless, since he was already here.
He might as well go find Okhema and the Chrysos Heirs first.
Bayle’s plan was sound.
Reality, however, was not cooperating at all.
Before he even prepared to set off, the statue before him suddenly came to life.
The dust shook off the large stone blocks, and their weapons were ready to be used in an instant.
Bayle was even a bit curious.
He had seen similar scenes in the game before, but he hadn’t expected that in reality, this thing would actually turn into the real deal just by shaking off some dust.
However, these were just small fry; aside from testing the sharpness of silent star, they seemed useless.
The moment silent star was unsheathed, a casual swing of the sword shattered these few Scourge Hunters.
“They really couldn’t take a hit…
Let me take a look at the mechanics behind this.” Just as he leaned in, preparing to study these few stones…
pfft, Scourge Hunters, a sound came from behind him.
Bayle chuckled, “Don’t get too close; my sword doesn’t listen very well yet.” Phainon, who had intended to test Bayle’s strength to see if he could confiscate his weapon, paused.
Just as he wanted to have a proper conversation, a few more monsters crawled out from the ground.
Phainon originally wanted to deal with these Scourge Hunters first before chatting properly with this foreign guest, but before he could even make a move, the minions of strife shattered into powder without warning.
He turned his head and only saw Bayle with his eyes lowered, gently closing his sword sheath.
Phainon: “…” Having witnessed the strength of this guest whose allegiance—friend or foe—was unknown, Phainon subconsciously became vigilant.
“This…” Bayle shook his head and said apologetically, “Sorry about that.
I just remembered, isn’t it forbidden to carry weapons in this place?” Phainon paused for two seconds, then smiled too.
“How do you know that?
Judging by your attire…
you don’t seem to be a resident of the temple.” “The temple…?” Bayle hissed.
Why did this plot feel so familiar?
It couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it…
If Bayle guessed correctly…
the one appearing next should be Tribbie, right?
[Are you Phainon or Kalaslana!
Speak!
Why do you look like an old acquaintance!] [Shouldn’t it be Kaslana?] [Shh, the fourth wall is going to break soon.] [Has it broken any less?
Not important, not important.
Where is my little priestess loli?
Don’t dawdle in this place, I want to see Agy.] [You’ll see her in a bit.
I’m just curious what Bayle plans to do.
Is he going to start fighting directly~] [Why would he fight?] Phainon waved his hand lightly in front of Bayle a couple of times, but still maintained a safe distance.
“Are you…
listening?” For Phainon, Bayle’s strength was in an unassessed state.
Regardless, being able to easily defeat Scourge Hunters meant his strength was at least comparable to the Chrysos Heirs.
As for exactly what level, Phainon didn’t know…
Bayle blinked.
“Oh, that, um, I have no hostility.
You don’t need to be so nervous.
Nice to meet you, I’m Bayle.” “I am Phainon,” Phainon finished, but couldn’t help asking, “So, where did you pop out from?” Bayle slowly typed out a question mark.
“What do you mean ‘pop out’?
I clearly came in through legitimate channels, fair and square.
Don’t slander me, alright.” “Legitimate channels…?” Bayle hummed, then walked straight to Phainon’s side: “Alright, alright, don’t dwell on it so much.
I’m not a bad guy.
Where is Okhema?
Can you show me the way?” Seeing Bayle being so overly familiar, Phainon was a bit bewildered.
This isn’t right…
It seemed he knew nothing but his name.
“I can show you the way, but you need to explain your purpose.
After all, I need to ensure first that you won’t harm the residents of Okhema.” “Purpose…
purpose…” Bayle’s brain was frantically thinking about why he had come in.
He couldn’t say he came in to act as a beacon, nor could he say he came to study this planet, Amphoreus…
Uh, that would probably easily get him labeled as a lunatic.
[Say you’re a cosmic investigator who suddenly discovered a fresh, never-before-seen planet and came in to take a look.] [Just tell the truth.
Say you slashed a door open to this place with one strike, and then just naturally walked in.] [Might as well just tell them that you are raising an Emanator of the Iron Tomb, and if they don’t listen…
hehehe, you’ll all die!!!] That would be even easier to get labeled as a lunatic, okay!!!
“Hiss…
Forget it, I’ll just say it straight.
I am a person from beyond the heavens.
Honestly, coming here wasn’t an accident; I’m here to help you.” It would have been better not to say anything; saying that only made him more suspicious.
“Beyond the heavens…?” Before Phainon could press for more, a child’s voice cut in.
“Phainon—you’re wandering off on your own again, and…
eh?
You didn’t end up fighting?
But is this how you treat strangers?” Tribbie looked at Phainon with a serious expression, scanned the surrounding scene, walked up to him, and scolded Phainon severely with her childish voice.
Phainon coughed lightly: “I wasn’t too impolite; I just asked a few questions about his purpose…” Tribbie turned to look at Bayle and comforted him with a smile: “Don’t mind him.
Phainon just thinks your appearance is too strange; he has no hostility.
*We* are Tribbie of Janussapolis.
Are you trying to go to Okhema?” “Yes, my name is Bayle.
Teacher Tribbie, could you take me to Okhema?” Tribbie smiled.
“Of course, no problem!
Follow us!” She didn’t seem to care about Bayle’s purpose or identity; she just offered a few words of comfort and started leading the way ahead.
Although Phainon wanted to ask, he knew that some things were better left to Tribbie and Aglaea; there was indeed no need to make things so awkward.
“Then, let’s go, Bayle.
This is the wilderness; it’s not exactly safe, no matter how you look at it.” “Hmm…
actually, I have a request.” Phainon tilted his head in confusion: “What?” “It’s just…” Bayle coughed lightly, feeling a bit embarrassed, “Could you demonstrate a cool entrance move for me?
I really want to see it.” Phainon:?
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”