What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 362. The Human Golem, Theodore's Friend

Exceptionally beautiful colors—

To be precise, it was something this underworld had never seen before. The rainbow light, like an endless river of light, burst forth from Kroa's outstretched palm, thick as a snake coiling around the world, and instantly swallowed the death knight whole.

It is so magnificent in the dark underworld, scattering rainbow colors every moment of its existence, and making the surrounding space, which stretches for thousands or even tens of thousands of miles, shine with magnificent light.

This didn't stop there; iridescent beams of light kept flashing around, as if provoking or threatening, not allowing anyone to approach.

Logically speaking, the sudden appearance of such a light in a world like the underworld would definitely attract the attention of many people, and might even attract the attention of legendary lords.

The waters of the underworld are the deepest, and all heroes will return to the underworld. Who knows, a legend from some time might suddenly appear. Even the goddess of the underworld probably cannot truly see through the entire underworld.

But Kroa didn't care at all.

He spent some time organizing and refining his magic, and had a premonition that it was about to become legendary.

This time was actually very short, but in terms of the degree of suppression of power, he had indeed suppressed his legendary power for too long, and the intensity of the sunlight was already affecting him.

Given the unique nature of "The Poem of the Rainbow," as long as he can enter the Hall of Legends, even if there are four or five of them, he can slowly wear them down with the help of Rainbow Grass Paradise.

With his strength, why should he keep a low profile?

So he directly declared this place as his territory with iridescent light, providing the most comfortable environment for the magic crystal vines to grow. Perhaps it would face unimaginable dangers later, but he trusted his friend; having dared to come to the Underworld, he was not afraid of challenges.

The soul fire within the Skeleton King's eye sockets flickered incessantly.

It stared blankly at the mage who casually unleashed rainbow light that resembled a serpent encircling the world, and felt an indescribable emotion—an emotion it had only felt when it saw an incomparably handsome and beautiful powerful figure long ago when it was still human.

Its facial bones suddenly turned red, and it quickly turned its face away. Fortunately, Kroya did not notice it, as the latter's gaze remained fixed on the grapevine.

Strange magical patterns are forming inside the grapevines of the Demon Field.

No, it should be that the existing magic runes are being activated!

The magic runes, buried deep within the grapevines of the Demon Field, had remained undiscovered until now.

Dionysus's Grapevine (Death and Rebirth)

[Legend has it that the "wine" and the "god of nature" must undergo three rebirths to shed the incomplete "eternal" divinity restricted by the Titans and attain immortality.]

He bestowed His own "three births" upon His beloved vines, ivy, and bulls, hoping they would undergo all three births and receive His gift.

The first birth of the Demon Field grapevine took place under the warm sun, growing in barren but hopeful soil; now it is attempting a second birth.

"Bacchus".

"Born three times..."

Kroya really didn't expect that the Demon Field Grapevine actually wanted to complete "three births", but it had already done the first two on the land of life and death, so what would it do for the third time?

As he pondered, the grapevines in the Demon Field began to darken, and their translucent leaves, having fully absorbed the Fountain of the Undying, began to fall one by one.

Death is eroding its body.

This is something it must do. In order to truly take root in the underworld, it needs to experience death, erasing all the aura of the living world from its body and transforming it into a dead person.

Kroa watched for a while, and determined that it would take some time for the transformation to complete, so she turned around and left the cave, coming out into the outside world.

He looked up at the rainbow-colored river stretching across the sky.

"What a pity."

"I thought a legend would emerge."

There was no result.

Kroa, who was itching to fight, felt disappointed but had no choice but to start arranging the construction of the Underworld—a task that his apprentices couldn't undertake, so he sent the Golem Engineering Team.

After I drew a circle, a team of golems emerged from it, their faces almost indistinguishable from humans, adorned with metal ornaments, and looking extremely "sci-fi".

They—or rather, they—stood respectfully before Kroya, each dressed in silver garments, with rhythmic metallic runes made of alloy shimmering on their ears, faces, and the backs of their heads.

That was the blue glow of ether.

Even the magic runes were modeled after the etheric cracks that "naturally" form within the bodies of ether mages, which are capable of flowing magic.

Kroya looked at them, feeling somewhat emotional.

Human golems, to be precise, violate the ban of the Mage Guild. The Titans had this technology a very long time ago, which helped humans create golems that were almost indistinguishable from real ones.

He even collaborated with several legendary mages, "creating" souls for them, with the intention of entrusting all the tedious and inconvenient tasks to these golems.

However, once a golem gains a soul, it inevitably begins to think about things, and may even start to ponder the meaning of its own existence, eventually leading to some less than pleasant situations.

—The Golem Riots occurred at this time.

Like all the artificial intelligences that Kroa knew of that began to rebel, the golems caused considerable damage and even occupied some factories to create their own kind... before being easily destroyed by the enraged legendary mages who used floating cities to annihilate them.

Those in high positions would never allow their subordinates to escape their control, let alone human golems that they themselves had created. The fact that the golems they had painstakingly created were rebelling against them was infuriating, and in the end, they even destroyed the core array of the golems.

Actually, this is quite strange.

Compared to suppressing the golem's riot, the benefits brought by the golem should be enough to make legendary mages put some effort into creating some restrictions.

He didn't quite understand it at first, but when he started using Mia's body structure and some golem techniques to create human golems with souls, he felt the world rejecting him.

The whole world seems to be stopping him from creating human golems!

Even with his already decent relationship with the world's consciousness, he was barely able to continue. If it were anyone else, they would probably have been rejected long ago and couldn't continue.

It wasn't until after the Light Chaos incident that Kroa's relationship with the world consciousness deepened, allowing for a more complete depiction. With a flash of inspiration from Pandora, the magic rune array was finally completed, and the factory produced a batch of human golems.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, the two people leading the golem—one a handsome and tall man, the other an elegant and intellectual woman—had obvious unease in their eyes.

"Father……"

"Father……"

They spoke in unison: "Is there something we did wrong? Please instruct us!"

After saying this, the leader of the first generation of human golems, named Adam and Eve by Kroya, led the rest of them to kneel down in unison, their bodies trembling as if they were children afraid of being abandoned by their parents.

"..."

Kroa was helpless.

He can extract "humanity" from the sounds of symphonies, and through the magic runes of the Ark, he can grant them the ability to think for themselves. He can even give them independent "souls" through certain methods.

However, this cannot change the "naivety" of the soul at birth.

Except for a few extremely special races, all life inevitably goes through a period of immaturity in its early stages. This is a necessary stage for life, and even legendary mages cannot avoid it.

If I had to put it that way, they're just a bunch of "kids" right now.

She was still desperately craving his gaze, his approval, his attention, wanting to prove herself to him.

He recalled the scene of Robert's child clinging to his clothes and calling him "Uncle," and a chill ran down his spine. He quickly banished this eerie thought and said in a deep voice, "You will do a very good job, you will definitely do a very good job!"

"Now, let's proceed according to my plan."

"After this is over, I will give you a holiday, and you can roam freely in my territory."

"I hope you can make me proud."

His encouragement instantly energized the golems, and after shouting "Yes, sir!" in unison, they began their construction work.

The land, water, and even air of the underworld are excellent materials.

The Sky Ark contains comprehensive data on the exploration of different planes. This data was directly imprinted into the celestial bodies of these humanoid golems by Kroya using "canned knowledge".

So now they do it with incredible ease.

First, rows of coral branches that could absorb the aura of death emanating from the air were laid out. Then, one mole golem after another was placed down to dig the ground. Finally, a magic crystal tower was built to stabilize and connect with the tower spirits on the Upper Reef Island...

They wouldn't let go of anything that could be used.

Kroa nodded in satisfaction and looked at the Skeleton King beside her: "Let's go, I'll take you to meet a friend of a friend..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the ivy bracelet on his wrist suddenly heat up for a moment. In the distance, a shadow that seemed to blot out the sky was rapidly approaching.

At the same time, there was also a passionate voice:

"You've finally arrived!"

"My friend!"

Theodore's voice was so clear even in the underworld, brimming with enthusiasm, a kind of "sunny" warmth.

The shadow also approached rapidly, almost flashing by. One second it was on the horizon, and the next it appeared less than a hundred meters away. Finally, it was clear what it was.

That's... a dragon!

A giant dragon with a dark, mysterious color flowing through its body, bat-like wings, a demon's tail, and horns that grow wildly like thorns!

Kroa blinked, not noticing the two people sitting on the dragon, but instead focusing her gaze on the dragon, her eyes sparkling.

"So handsome."

"The Dark Dragon of the Deep."

This cool and handsome dragon seems to attract him even more than the Holy Dragon.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too intense, but the Dark Dragon's huge eyes flickered with a hint of doubt, and then a little embarrassment, since the whole dragon was black and wouldn't blush.

Dragons, you know.

This species can appreciate the beauty of all races, even orcs, so of course it can see Kroya's handsomeness and sunny disposition, even though he is a male dragon...

Theodore sensed something was wrong.

His friends also sensed that something was wrong with his dragon.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes—Theodore's helplessness stemming from Kroya's undeniable charm, while his friend's helplessness stemmed from the apparent inability to help his dragon retrieve the person.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

In the end, it was Kroa who keenly noticed the "affection" that the dragon was inexplicably radiating. Upon further observation that it was a male dragon, a thousand Kaba beasts immediately flashed through his mind.

A plant!

He rarely cursed in his heart.

Everyone says dragons are inherently lewd, but you don't even spare the same sex!

He quickly suppressed his irresistible charm, winked at Theodore, who immediately understood, pulled his friend down, and waved to the dragon, saying, "You can go back now!"

Although the Dark Dragon was unwilling, it left with many turns back, and as it departed, there was even a hint of resentment in its enormous dragon eyes.

Only after it had completely left did Kroa breathe a sigh of relief, spreading his hands helplessly: "There's nothing I can do, even dragons can't resist my charm."

"..." When Ginessa, who was next to Theodore, saw Kroya like this, she felt a strange sense of familiarity—it seemed like Theodore looked the same way.

A friend of a friend is your friend.

He laughed heartily: "That dragon and I have been in the underworld for hundreds of years. It was probably frightened by Irisviel back then, and it also has a fondness for beautiful things."

He paused for a moment, then extended an invitation to Chloe: "A few of us know that Ilister is going to rob the territory of a demon god in the underworld. Shall we go and join the fun?"

Although Kroya's strength did not seem to have reached the legendary level, he believed in Theodore and in his own eyes—there was still a rainbow-colored river stretching across the sky.

The best way to build a closer relationship is to fight and drink together.

That's how they built an unbreakable friendship that even death couldn't untie.

He trusted Theodore's judgment and, without putting on any airs of a legend, extended the invitation in a friendly manner.

Kroya was taken aback for a moment, then readily nodded: "Okay, let's go take a look!"

Since he was invited, and it's not like he lacked the ability, why shouldn't he go? He just wanted to be carefree and unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)