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Chapter 2361 Moon Fright

Chapter 2361  Moon Fright

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.

After introducing Biore to Wyatt, Dulas glanced around cautiously before floating up to Wyatt's ear and whispering, "Also, he's willing to share his SSS-rank Nigorite ore three ways with us after the duel is over."

Biore's lips curled into a subtle grin as he caught sight of Dulas whispering their deal to the unknown demon merchant. His posture remained steady, but a faint flicker of satisfaction passed over his face, betraying the pride he took in his calculated offer.

"Interesting," Wyatt muttered, his gaze narrowing as he regarded Biore with newfound intrigue. Unlike Dulas, who believed Biore was sharing the SSS-rank Nigorite ore to gain access to the Frosling corpse puppet for study, Wyatt saw through the Chaos Dwarf's real intentions. Biore wasn't merely humble—he was shrewd. The ore wasn't just bait for learning from his Frosling Corpe by using them in the fight; it was leverage for securing a private meeting with Wyatt.

With a faint smirk, Wyatt leaned toward Dulas and whispered back, "You can keep my share, as a tip for such excellent service."

Dulas's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded quickly, accepting Wyatt's casual generosity with a genuine gratitude. Meanwhile, Biore's grin faded back into a calm, collected expression, as though he hadn't overheard their exchange.

For the average crafter, SSS-rank Nigorite was an rare valuable resource, worth scheming or even fighting for. But for Wyatt, it was little more than a footnote. His warehouses already held several tonnes of the ore, buried among countless other resources. He wasn't interested in acquiring more—his true focus was on finding the right use for the materials he already had.

Yes, he had tasked Clown Mask and others with selling off resources, but the scale of the operation barely made a dent. Dalie, now a true celestial with a evolved natural celestial array formation, could draw in asteroids and meteoroids faster than his team could liquidate the inventory. With her now being able to sense rules source, these resources were useless to her, yet her rate of gathering was overwhelming. At this pace, his warehouse sections would soon be overflowing with resources.

This was where his Chaos Dwarven Assembly Line project came into play. Once he managed to establish it, Wyatt would have the raw materials, the Chaos Dwarven craftsmanship, and the workshop in premium location he'd secure by defeating Bigold in the duel. Together, these elements would allow him to mass-produce high-quality items at minimal cost, then sell them at a premium. Even after generously compensating his Chaos Dwarven labor force, the profits would be staggering.

Wyatt's eyes glimmered as the image of his plan unfolded in his mind. With the Assembly Line in full operation, he would be able to mark the beginning of crafting upstart in the Myraid Realm. He aimed to create a brand like the Infinity Library. However, only time would tell if his name would be etched into the Devil Merchant Code as the Myriad Crafter, an unparalleled figure whose ingenuity had reshaped the crafting world or loser whose name was buried under the pages of the history along with the other losers.

Just then, a robed figure gracefully made her way toward Wyatt's corner of the colosseum. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, drawing attention despite the chaos surrounding the area. Arriving next to them, she bowed slightly and introduced herself, her tone polite yet steady.

"Master Crafter, I am Moon Fright. Thank you for deeming me worthy to represent your craft in the upcoming match."

Beneath her hood was a symmetrical, ethereal blue face framed by cascading silver hair, her beauty almost otherworldly in its perfection.

"You are overqualified to be my champion, so you don't need to thank me," Wyatt responded, his curiosity piqued. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he asked, "But if you truly feel grateful, would you mind telling me why you chose your race as the species to be crafted into a corpse puppet for this duel?"

As someone who had been betrayed by his own kind after freeing them from their alien and superhuman oppressors, Wyatt had yet to harbor enough hatred to justify such an act against his own people. He couldn't help but wonder what could prompt someone else to take that step, especially how emotionless and indifferent she was when she named her choice.

The Frosling's luminous eyes sparkled beneath her hood as she considered his question. She happy to learn the unknown master crafter's interest in her. Her voice carried a subtle undertone of measured thoughts as she replied, "I don't mind sharing, but I would prefer if we could discuss it privately later."

Hearing this, Biore, who had been meticulously examining the Frosling corpse puppets up close, froze mid-motion. His gaze shifted sharply toward the unknown demon merchant, his expression tight with anticipation. He had been vying for a private meeting with the unknown demon merchant himself, and now it seemed this Frosling was leveraging her opportunity to do the same.

Wyatt noticed Biore's reaction but chose to remain focused on Moon Fright. Her words, paired with the gleam in her eyes, made it clear she had a hidden agenda behind crafting her kin into corpse puppets. Whether it stemmed from ambition, vengeance, or something deeper, Wyatt couldn't yet tell.

"Sure," Wyatt replied evenly, his tone measured. "After the match, you can find me in the Chaos Dwarven District, in his uncle's old workshop," he said, gesturing toward Dulas.

He wanted to understand her motives—whether she was a power-hungry psycho driven by personal gain or if there was a deeper, more calculated reason for her actions. The truth behind her choices intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

Biore's jaw tightened as he glanced between Wyatt and the Frosling, clearly measuring his next move. Meanwhile, Wyatt's mind momentarily drifted back to memories of his past life. These days, outside of research and crafting, he rarely thought of his past life, but that didn't mean its ghosts didn't linger, haunting him in moments like this.