Chapter 1165: Warmoth's Treasury (1)

Chapter 1165: Warmoth's Treasury (1)



"Did I... did I just get kicked out?" Replicus said to himself, a dumbfounded look on his face. It appeared so.

He had been evicted from the Third Layer on account of being... underwhelming. Apparently, he did not meet the bare minimum requirements for a successor of the Warmoth, even in terms of his presence for instance, which was handled by one of his racial skills that empowered the air he radiated. The state it was in, was abysmal according to the creature he had just faced.

Of course, Replicus wasn't at all fazed. He had already begun to doubt his current prowess as the Warmoth's Progeny since fighting Caxellac, noting that there was a great sense of disconnect between his new arm configurations, his transition from Penetrator to Warmoth and his new weaponry - the Warmoth's Spine in particular. He had hardly used it.

He needed a lot more practise to synchronise and even understand how Ju`wtte fully worked. Replicus recalled that the evolutionary description for the Colossus Warmoth's Progeny explained many uses of Ju`wtte, most of which he had yet to even apply with his basic ejection of Ju`wtte with the Ju`wtta.

So, indeed, the fact that he was lacking was no surprise, but the means to overcome this dire sense of lacking was what he needed to find.

It was yet unclear how he was supposed to improve.

Short of meeting the Warmoth itself, he wasn't sure if he could learn enough in time to face Skullius confidently.

Replicus sighed and looked up as though hoping to catch a glimpse of the being who had so rudely rejected him.

'I'm unworthy of taking even a whiff of the air the Warmoth left behind, huh?' Replicus thought.

He wondered, what was that thing?

It appeared to be some kind of super Strawler, capable of speech and not so willing to submit to him like the others. It also addressed the Warmoth as Jan`ind, which Replicus assumed meant something akin to 'Master'.

'Well, I guess my hopes got the better of me. Should have known there are going to be a few hicks,' he thought and looked behind at his Strawlers who remained stationary, keen to hear his commands.

Replicus, seeing no reason to stay in the Empyrean Hatcher any longer, went down to the First Layer and exited through the great, black double doors.

He looked closely at the exterior of the building. The great, rectangular protrusions coming out of it, hoisting great mansions on their tops seemed completely disconnected from the three Layers inside.

Replicus wondered - with mild interest - what purpose they served, but then, with his mood having been soured by the rejection from the Third Layer, he quickly lost the drive to explore these things and the rest of the Empyrean Bosom right now.

Nearly a thousand of these platforms with their heated material stretched forth on either side of the space. What came next was blocked by a partition that blocked Replicus' view. Somehow, unlike the indifferent feeling he got from seeing these platforms, obviously meant for forging a slew of different artefacts, he felt a pulse of excitement for what he was about to see beyond the partition.

He quickly flew over, eager to see what came next.

It didn't disappoint.

A great hall, longer and smarter than where he was coming from stretched out before his eyes, spotting a plethora of shining and lustreless weapons, armours and artefacts of different

kinds.

They were too many to count and each pulled on the eyes of the Progeny.

Where to start?

What to scrutinise first?

...

--

Replicus almost felt himself gulp audibly.

His eyes were quickly stolen by something shimmering at the very end of the hall, its size greater and its appearance way too complex and beautiful for common and even advanced

minds.

Even a Deity would have been swallowed by the desire to claim this prize.

It appeared the legends echoing in the Null Verse were true.

There was indeed a treasure that the Warmoth possessed which was worth scouring for his belongings, his legacy, for millions of years!