The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Komer never took Puber’s threats seriously. To a person who craved power as if it were life itself, if you told him to take a rest, he would likely fall ill from idleness. To Komer, his old friend was a typical paranoid, perhaps because he had been bullied so much that once he got his hands on great power, he wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. However, Puber’s performance was nothing short of exemplary. Though he was a bit stingy, that was just him being economical on behalf of his lordship; and although he was somewhat lecherous, that was his private life. Komer believed that one day, when he could no longer withstand the draining lovemaking skills of those Half-elf Prostitutes, he would naturally stay at home, drooping both his big and small heads. As for work, there was no need for Komer to worry at all. Even Fran and Reese, who were known for their professionalism, had to admire the Administrative Officer’s diligence and felt ashamed of their own shortcomings. Maybe he subconsciously regarded his job as his everything.

"What’s the matter? Look at you, Puber, I’ve warned you not to get too close to this forest. Do you know what kind of forest this is? Green Maple Forest, Wind-element Forest—be careful, or a gust from the gathering Wind Elements might blow you away. Then Ilot and I really would have a hard time finding you. I suggest you better carry a couple of Iron Ingots in your arms. Bahomon’s Iron ore has already been transported to Ugru, right? I bet their Ironworks should have refined the first batch of iron by now. With your status as an Administrative Officer, I reckon they would definitely give you the face of two Iron Ingots." Komer, lying on the Vine Hammock, didn’t even bother to glance at his unsteady approaching friend, but indulged in teasing him with face turned up to the sky.

"That’s rich coming from you, Komer! I’ve been working my heart out for you, and this is the thanks I get. If that’s the case, then let’s fight it out to the death!" Puber, who hadn’t yet entered the forest, was immediately choked with anger. Although he knew his old friend had returned to his former glory, he couldn’t help but feel agitated by such sharp ridicule.

"What’s the matter? Totally drained or burned out?" Komer turned his head lazily, stretched, and teased with a smirk, "Poor Puber, I believe the last night of your glorious and great life will surely be spent on a woman’s belly."

Seeing Puber, pretending to be uncontrollably angry, rush towards him with bared teeth and claws, Komer burst out laughing. With a thought, he casually pointed, and three Skeleton Warriors, much taller but with similar body shapes to Puber, suddenly appeared in front of him, standing in a row. With empty eye sockets dark and menacing, they stared at their prey with a hungry look.

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Rusted shields, spotted bone spears, two ragged pieces of leather armor, one over the chest and one over the non-existent lower body, their mouths emitting threatening hisses, turned the previously serene Green Maple Forest suddenly eerie and ghostly.

Taken aback, although already familiar with his old friend’s magic capabilities and knowing that Komer had long surpassed the average Mage in divine magic, seeing three Skeleton Warriors appear before him still sent a shiver down Puber’s spine. "Boss, you bastard, take these things away! Ah, these guys can even spray zombie poison, ah, I’ve been poisoned!"

While yelling loudly, Puber also feigned a dizzy, fainting act, yet he was helpless; he didn’t dare to provoke these creatures that he couldn’t even bear to look at—Skeletons, Zombies—just thinking about these things disgusted him, but his old friend seemed to enjoy it.