Star Forge Titan

His, oh no, her voice was extremely excited and trembling slightly.

"Atlas, the Titan of the Sky!"

Chapter 188: Mutilated Limbs

"Huh?" Alvin was stunned.

The language used by the little man in front of me is very similar to Old Norse, but there are some differences. It seems that it has been simplified like Modern Norse, or it has been distorted during the transmission process.

Regardless, it was still within the realm of understandable language. However, the content of the words surprised him greatly.

Atlas, the giant god that holds the sky, seems to be the powerful god that the other party believes in.

But what does it have to do with me?

"Please, please raise the Gate of God - Babelon again and let the Amori people return to paradise!"

“…” Alvin realized that these short words contained a lot of information.

"Don't be impatient." He raised his hand and pressed it slightly, waiting for the little man in front of him to calm down before continuing:

"I am not Atlas, nor am I the Titan of Titanic." The young Titan shook his head. He was not familiar with the name, and he would not claim the glory and achievements of others.

The extremely desolate environment around him reminded him of the silent desert, and he couldn't help but use the identity he often used at that time when introducing himself.

"I'm just a fist fighter who happened to be passing by."

When the little guy heard the other party deny that he was the Titan, he was stunned on the spot.

Beneath the goggles that covered most of her face, her tanned face was squeezed into a ball, and her slightly cracked lips were pursed into a stubborn shape. But recalling the mythological story the elder had once told her, she quickly adjusted her attitude.

"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person." Taking a deep breath, the little man turned to look at the huge body of the mountain spider, which had become completely silent.

"My name is Marian, Marian of Sumu Abu." After a brief self-introduction, the girl who called herself Marian tried hard to recall how the adults in the tribe handled things.

Although she didn't know what a fist fighter was, the person in front of her was definitely a powerful warrior, more powerful than she had ever seen.

"Sir Warrior, may I ask what you plan to do with this prey? Disintegrating a mountain spider is not easy. Even if the entire tribe works together, it will take several months or even a whole year. If you don't mind selling some bare shells, the Sumuabum tribe is happy to serve you." The petite Marian acted like an adult. Although she was young, she spoke clearly and coherently.

"Light shell?" Afrediya asked curiously.

"Madam, perhaps it's different from what your tribe calls it. Here we usually call the shiny outer shell of the iron beast a light shell."

"I see." Afrediya nodded, looking very happy, obviously because of the name the other party had just used.

"Haven't you considered ways to use it other than disassembling it?" Alvin asked curiously.

"My lord, what do you mean?" Marianne looked puzzled.

"Well, for example, let the iron beast pull goods or something." Alvin tried to describe it in a way that the other party could understand, but Marian's expression became more and more strange.

"How is that possible? The mad virus spread during the Sunshattering War caused all the iron beasts to completely lose control. No matter what kind of iron beast they are, they will attack humans. We can only obtain iron and phlogiston blood from them. Even the youngest children in the tribe know this."

"Ahahaha, I'm just kidding." Alvin smiled, trying to ignore the stinging look from Afrediya.

Diana on the side covered her face and turned slightly to the side. Although she said nothing, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

I'm really sorry for not being good at hiding my identity...

Relax, relax, Alvin warned himself in his heart.

"Don't bother with that guy." Afrediya pushed Ivan and signaled him to move aside.

"Is your tribe nearby? This, um, iron beast is of little use to us, so it's not impossible to sell it to you."

Hearing this, Marianne's hair almost stood up in excitement.

"A-a whole head of mountain spiders!?! A whole head with phlogiston blood and a heart of lead and iron!?!"

"That depends on what price your tribe can offer." Afrediya looked at the little guy with a smile, while Diana and Ivan beside her showed speechless expressions at the same time.

As expected of His Majesty the Demon King, even though she acted like a silly older sister when playing around, once she got serious, she could easily make such ambiguous promises. However, using such tactics on a child was somewhat unkind.

"By the way, thank you for warning everyone before. I can give you a discount when the time comes." Afrediya secretly glanced at the two of them and continued to tease Marian.

In less than two sentences, the child was already overwhelmed by the great joy and felt dizzy and lost.

"Since this is our first time here, we would like to find a guide who can familiarize us with the surrounding terrain."

"I can do it!" Marian didn't even ask the price, and immediately patted her chest to indicate that it was no problem.

Very good, the silly boy has sold himself.

Diana and Ivan shook their heads simultaneously. Seeing the other's movements, the silver-haired girl blushed and subconsciously turned her head to look to the side. Ivan was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had seen something good.

Then, he was brutally attacked by the dragon's claws. Regardless of whether it hurt or not, his expression immediately showed a mixture of seven parts regret, three parts shame, and ten parts pain.

Gah! This woman didn't hold back at all!

"Hehe." Marian covered her mouth and laughed. The other party seemed different from the powerful warriors she had seen, but he made people feel very friendly at first sight, and subconsciously felt that he could be trusted.

But after all, she was an Amoli who had lived in the Stone Net Wasteland for the first ten years. It was impossible for her to easily bring a strange and powerful outsider back to the tribal settlement based on her feelings.

"It's a little late today." Marianne looked at the sky.

"The four-winged black bees will be out soon, so we should find a place to stay for the night."

They looked at each other, and although they were not sure what the so-called "four-winged black bee" was, the three of them nodded and agreed to Marian's suggestion.

So, the young kid took the initiative to show the way, and they took a flying carpet to the ruins where the mountain spider had appeared just now.

"The most powerful iron beast around is this mountain spider. Even if it dies, no other large iron beasts will approach in a short time." Marian jumped off the flying carpet, skillfully found a sheltered place and began to set up the camp.

She pulled out a folding shovel from her waist and soon dug a smokeless stove that could block the firelight. On the contrary, the three adults who had rarely lived in the wild had nothing to do.

"I don't know if you have four-winged black bees over there. These small, gregarious iron beasts usually travel at night and will actively move towards bright places. So you can't just light a bonfire when you spend the night around here." Marian explained clearly, then took out a piece of green solid fuel from her backpack, stuffed it into the smokeless stove, and planned to light it with a flint.

"Let me do it." Afrediya took two steps forward. She couldn't let the child do everything.

His Majesty the Demon King confidently pulled out a can, turned it upside down and slapped it twice. The fire element 'Fried Bacon' that had been sleeping soundly inside was forced to fall out and landed on the green solid fuel with a 'plop'.

Before he could react, it transformed into a blue bonfire. This transformation instantly distorted the flaming features of "Frying Bacon" into the appearance of the famous painting "The Scream".

"Wow, what is this? It looks like it could be used!" Marian poked the 'Fried Bacon' with her spatula out of curiosity, and the latter immediately widened his eyes and looked like he was going to get angry.

Just kidding, even though it can only be a submissive little pet in front of its mistress, its essence is a large fire element with a very bad temper!

Then, the angry fried bacon lay obediently in the smokeless stove and did nothing, the reason being, of course, that he was glared at fiercely by a female dragon.

"It's the fire element." Retracting her ferocious expression, Frey began to patiently introduce the knowledge related to the fire element.

Upon hearing the new knowledge, Marianne put on a very serious expression, while Xiao Xiao looked particularly solemn.

The people here value knowledge very much, perhaps it has something to do with their original civilization...

Ivan made a silent judgment.

"Thank you for sharing your valuable wisdom." Marianne placed her hands on her forehead and performed a complicated and formal gesture.

"Just some very ordinary words." Afrediya scratched her face embarrassedly.

Diana, who was sitting next to them, had already started making dinner. Although she wasn't a talkative girl, she always got things done before anyone noticed. This made Ivan and Fulei feel a little awkward and a little worried.

So, today, Alvin was attacked by Gu Long's vicious eyes for the umpteenth time.

With an innocent look on his face, he expressed his helplessness.

"You two have such a good relationship." Marian grinned, then removed her left arm to maintain it.

This action made the three of them stop what they were doing at the same time and look over at the same time.

"Um, is there a problem?" Marianne asked, looking up cautiously.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Looking at the child in front of him who was no more than ten years old, Ivan's eyes were particularly deep at the stump of his limb with terrible scars.

They had noticed earlier that the child's arms were of different sizes, but had not mentioned it out of consideration for his pride.

It now appeared that the cause was far worse than a congenital deformity.

"Oh, this." Marian breathed a sigh of relief and shook the remaining half of her limb.

The tragic arc-shaped scars were twisting wildly at this moment like the most hideous mockery.

"It's nothing, a dog bit it off."

The camp fell into deathly silence.

Chapter 189: Brilliant Silver Arm

Despite the unpleasant past, after experiencing a lot of strange encounters (correctly) after traveling through time.

Alvin could very frankly admit that his entire life before he traveled through time was well protected and he was a person who truly lived in peace.

He hadn't encountered any vicious crimes or psychopaths, and he'd generally avenge any grievances or vengeance immediately. Even though he'd been shutting himself in for over six months afterward, the opponent who'd resorted to trickery and ended up getting fatally beaten was clearly even more upset.

After arriving in the real Palladia, Alvin had indeed seen many real villains with his own eyes, but after humanely destroying them, he felt that he had regained some inner peace, and even felt that he would no longer be easily moved by the blood in front of him.

However, the child, who was only about ten years old, waved the remaining limb with a calm face and said that the arm was bitten off by a vicious dog.

This scene is like a sharp knife inserted into the lungs, making people subconsciously forget to breathe.

Noticing that the three of them suddenly stopped talking, Marianne was surprised by their reaction.

Automatic iron beasts, magic-created wild beasts, out-of-control tower spirits, there are too many dangerous and deadly monsters roaming this land.

In addition to these roaming man-eating beasts, there are also horrific natural disasters such as the Fire God's Burning Wind, the Thunder God's Roaring, and the Rain God's Blood and Tears, which are enough to wipe out an entire tribe silently.

As a result of these experiences, only about one in ten children of the Amoli people survive to adulthood, yet nine out of ten of those who survive remain physically intact. Some might wonder why, given such a dangerous environment, the number of disabled people is lower than that of the normal population. Of course, this is because most disabled children are either directly or indirectly abandoned by the tribe.

The Amori tribe was unable to support useless people, so Marian felt that she was very lucky. After her arm was broken, she immediately received an iron hand from the elder, so she was still regarded as a useful person to the tribe.

Furthermore, due to her tribal tradition of maintaining clean oral hygiene, she retains a relatively intact set of teeth, a quality many Amoli people envy. Most people experience the Tooth Fairy's curse to some degree, and the probability of adults suffering from black tooth disease exceeds three-quarters. However, the incidence among members of the Sumu Abum tribe is much lower.

"I encountered a whole pack of Soul-Destroying Mastiffs, those horrible monsters that are half iron and half flesh. I finally hid in a cave, but their mouths could still poke their way in."

As she spoke, the eleven-year-old Marianne exaggeratedly raised her two arms, long and short, and repeatedly opened and closed her tiger's mouth with her right hand, using this childish action to imitate the bite of a vicious dog. Finally, she pressed her right hand against her left hand.

"I had no choice but to use my left hand to block the hole. After all, I had to keep my right hand for eating."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, not caring at all about her left hand being bitten.

Now, that part of her body looked like a candle that had burned all night. Although it could still emit some light, only a small piece covered with scars remained.

"Once the only hound that can taste blood loses its patience, it will...it will be over." Marian shrugged.

"Afterwards, everyone in the tribe found out that I only lost an arm, not my life, and they started calling me Lucky Marian."

Behind her windproof goggles, which had fallen down at some point, the girl's round eyes narrowed into two thin slits, and her wide grin revealed two rows of pale yellow teeth. Between her eyebrows was a patch of light-colored skin shaped like swimming goggles. This tan mark made Marianne look like a raccoon, revealing a bit of naiveté and childlike innocence.

Ivan exhaled, relying on his strong willpower that was enough to subdue the devil to keep his facial expression casual and relaxed.

Even without supernatural powers, he could sense that this child was far from as carefree as he appeared. Marianne cared deeply about the fact that he was disabled, but showing pity to him because of this would only cause her emotional harm.

Afrediya next to her wanted to say something, but was immediately grabbed by Diana's sleeve. The silver-haired girl shook her head slightly to signal the former to remain silent.

Diana, who came from an orphanage, understood what the child wanted and hated better than anyone else.

Because Diana herself was such a child.

"Let me take a look for you." Alvin pointed to the prosthetic limb that was obviously ill-fitting.

"Huh?" Marian felt uneasy and instinctively wanted to refuse, because it was rare to find an iron hand that was still usable like this. If it was broken, she would become useless.

But considering that the warrior in front of her could even knock down a mountain spider, he thought he would never lie to a child like her, so Marian finally stood up hesitantly.

She moved very slowly, even trying to drag her steps on the ground, but in the end she handed the heavy and thick prosthesis to Alvin.

"Please, please be careful."

"Ok."

Ivan nodded seriously, which made Marian subconsciously relieved.

Then she saw the powerful warrior in front of her tapping the outer shell of the prosthesis with great caution.

The perfect amount of force made the iron shell emit a series of ringing sounds. Through the force feedback of the material's vibration and rebound, Alvin carefully sensed the internal structure of the prosthesis.

Then he realized it was a patchwork, a design that made one exclaim "astonishing wisdom." It used a mix of ancient, antique-quality unearthed parts, as well as fresh raw iron that the tribal blacksmith had handcrafted just the week before.

Comparing the two, the part that allowed the prosthetic limb to communicate with the machine was so advanced that even an illiterate Titan like him exclaimed in wonder. The micro-magic furnace that powered the artificial muscles and provided energy surpassed even the most advanced magical engineering in Linde, the Central Empire.

In addition, from the shell to the supporting frame, it exudes a wild and simple primitive beauty.

To give the most intuitive example, the gripping part, which should be composed of the palm and fingers, is a large clothespin made of 99% pure natural solid wood, and its fixing function is completely achieved by springs and wooden boards.