Biyuk eagerly asked his master, “What type of armor would you like me to create, master? The ones worn by the royal guards of the capital or something more heavily reinforced?”
“I require 500 full-body armors that cover every inch of the body, leaving no exposed areas,” anon replied.
Biyuk’s face showed a mix of excitement and apprehension. “That will be a challenging task, but I am up for it. How long do I have to complete this order?”
“I need them as soon as possible, but I don’t want the quality to be compromised,” anon replied.
Biyuk nodded in understanding. “I will do my best to complete the order as quickly as possible without compromising the quality.”
Anon then continued, “I also require halberds, very sharp ones.”
“Halberds?” Biyuk was surprised. “But those were used like 100 years ago. Even a person with no fighting skills can dodge them since the blade is too big and the balance shifts too quickly if swung in the wrong direction.”
Anon smirked and replied, “Don’t worry, I need them for the brain dead guys.”
Biyuk’s face lit up with excitement as he delivered the news to his master. “Well if you say so, I will get them done as well and master, there is one more piece of good news,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation.
Anon’s interest piqued. “What good news?” he asked with curiosity, his eyes flickering with interest.
“The ogre boys, who research on the underground materials, have found signs of mithril mines near the west of the forest of the nightmares,” Biyuk explained, his grin growing wider by the second. “They say that there are tons of chunks of mithril under that area.”
A smile crept up on Anon’s lips. “Well, good for us. Get that mithril out of there,” he said, nodding in approval as he turned to leave the room.
Biyuk nodded, his mind already racing with the possibilities. “Yeah, we just have to remove those white oaks from above, and we are all set,” he murmured as he picked up his hammer.
But Anon’s heightened senses had caught every word of Biyuk’s plans, and he immediately turned back, grabbing Biyuk’s shoulders in a vice-like grip.
“Don’t do that. Don’t send anyone there…not even for just looking,” he said, his voice laced with warning as he flung Biyuk’s shoulders several times.
Biyuk looked surprised, taken aback by his master’s sudden change of mood. “But why, master?” he asked, a hint of confusion creasing his brow.
“Because it’s a motherfucking trap to lure more living beings in there.” Anon shouted his face going crazy from anger.
Anon got reborn into this world, he went through many things some were sex but some were hardships too.
He mind controlled over five thousand goblins resulting in mana fatigue many times and he even got lost in the forest while doing it.
But his gains overcame his hardships, He conquered the Forest of nightmares, evolved his goblins to ogres but today someone is challenging his authority over the forest.
Anon wasn’t the ‘kind giver type guy’ instead he was ‘Take the taker’s head type guy’.
Anon walked out of the basement in anger.
“This fucker has fucked enough, He thinks he can do whatever he wants.” Anon said as he pulled out a cigar and matchbox out of his inventory and exits the house to get some fresh air.
*Click*
Matching the cigar Anon takes a long puff.
*Shhhhhhh*
*Puffff*
As anon looked at the moon he noticed that the moon is all red and shining brightly.
“I will fuck this motherfucker bad.” He said as he looked at the moon and took another puff.
*Pufff*
[Calm Down, Master. Your patience is the key to your winning.]
Anon heard a voice in his head but it was different, it didn’t came from any of the ogres or any of his slave.
Anon suddenly felt heat coming off from his right arm.
“Huh…is that you Link ?”
Anon asked as he folded his sleeve upwards and noticed that the snake tattoo’s eye is shining red.
[Master, Don’t get angry. You will get anger issues.]
“I think i have anger fucking issues already.”
[Keep calm master. I know you will figure something out and if anything goes wrong i am here to always support you.]
“Why don’t you take your snake form ?” Anon asked.
[I can’t, i can only come out in an emergency or if the master is in grave danger but if master’s mana increases to the triple of the amount it is now than i can keep my materialistic form maintained.]
“I will try to increase it.” Anon said with a straight face.
*Pufff*
“I don’t know why but i feel angry over some motherfucking bastard I don’t even know. He is trying to take my authority over the damn forest, he wants to make the whole forest his territory.” Anon said as he took several puffs.
*Pufff*
*Puffffffff*
*Puuufffffffffff*
[Master do you know before becoming your pet i was captured by these people called the “Jinku Tribe.”]
“Hmm…what about it ?”
[The jinku tribe lives in the depth of the largest forest in this world. “The forest Of Trials.” Forest of nightmare is like a newborn kid in front of that forest.
They rule the south part of that forest. Do you know how hard it is to take rule over the whole west part of that forest ? But they did it, do you know how ?]
“I don’t.” Anon asked.
[Patience. They accepted that they are weak and they didn’t get angry about it instead they trained like hell and when i say hell i mean real hell.
Walking over burning trees, Poking one guy with thousands of spears over and over until he starts bleeding out from every hole.
It is said that they even train 1 year olds like hell so that he can become stronger than the previous generation but even after doing this they didn’t lose their patience. They could’ve just attacked the boss of the west and could’ve died like uneducated people but they choose to wait before striking again.
The next time they tried all of them won and defeated the boss of the west.
But not because they trained enough but because they had patience and clamness in their eyes.]
*Puffffffff*
“Who was the boss of the west ?” Anon asked.
After a minute of silence link spoke.
[It was me.]