Darius Supreme-Novel

"Okay!" Miranda chirped happily as she performed a database analysis. Within seconds, a list was beamed to Darius' mind as to the best possible candidates for this new element. 

He closed his eyes and perused through them, opening them once more with a hint of surprise and a bit of amusement. 

"Oh? Those two are here? I didn't think there were any survivors from that event back then." Darius murmured with astonishment. 

He then walked through the outer section calmly as he angled towards a certain blacksmith shop located in a surprisingly obscure corner. When he eventually arrived he stood outside for a bit with a strange expression before walking in directly. 

There, he saw a dwarf that was busy arguing with a woman with a sleek and appreciable figure but average looks while a handsome elf who wore a black assassin's robe stood by the side, irritated. 

All eyes turned to Darius when he entered, the atmosphere seemed to freeze. Just like all the passersby in the outer section Darius had passed, their HoloBraces sent them a warning to not dare to offend the person before them for he was a very dangerous person. 

That was why Darius could walk through Safemoon unimpeded, as more than a few encounters would have occurred by now for various reasons. He himself did not mind Martin's actions, as he was protecting people from him, not the other way round. 

For Maximo Riverstrike, this was his first time seeing Darius but he understood the warning given and was not going to go against it. For Darla and Kiran, their faces changed multiple times in a second. 

Then, Kiran said: "Oh shit!" 

He tried to grab Darla and blink out of the blacksmith shop, but Darius chuckled and snapped a finger, casting a Spatial Block in the shop. Kiran's skill failed and he fell to the floor with a still shocked Darla. 

Maximo Riverstrike simply remained silent and watched the events ongoing as he was, an uninvolved party. 

"Now, that is quite an extreme reaction to seeing an old acquaintance, don't you think?" Darius said with amusement. 

Kiran and Darla shuddered for a bit, before the latter rose up and dusted herself off before analyzing Darius. 

"How… are you still alive?" 

Darius smiled softly. "Because It was never my time to die. Not now, not ever. I'm assuming your lucky disposition clued you into the right decision to make back then, and you seemed to have brought a lover as well." 

He then gazed at Kiran, who shuddered. He still remembered that 13-year-old boy who had sat with powerful Adepts (back then) and talked them down with ease, becoming the leader of their group. 

The reason why they reacted so strongly was their firm belief that everyone in that tent died that day, not to mention that Darius was the instigator. His survival meant a lot of things to those who were actually there compared to those who only heard stories. 

Darla looked Darius up and down then spoke hesitantly. "Are you here for us?" 

Darius folded his arms behind his back as he faced Maximo. "No, let's call our meeting a pleasant surprise. I am here for the blacksmith himself." 

Maximo reacted to being mentioned and came up to the counter, bowing to Darius respectfully. "Greetings, My Lord. How can I be of assistance?" 

"I am recruiting able-bodied workers to learn how to utilize a certain ability to enhance their craft. Martin will fill you in on the confidential details, as well as what your tasks will be." Darius stated calmly, observing the blacksmith shop as a whole. 

He then landed his gaze on the silent and contemplating Darla once more, deciding to check her details out of curiosity. 

[Name: Darla Brown  || Race: Human || Stage: Adept || Jobs: Rogue, Lucky Star. 

HP: 2,640/2,640 (2,295) || MP: 4,130/4,130 (3,867) || STA: 2,832/2,832 (2,565) 

Level: 59 (57) || P-Status: Healthy || M-Status: Stunned 

Power: 55 (51) || Speed: 99 (98) || Constitution: 48 (45) 

Magic: 70 (68) || Will: 12 || Luck: 100 (50) 

Skills: Dexterous Throw, Swift Steps, Steal, Rob, Sneak, etc. 

Spells: None.] 

Darius' eyes narrowed. It seemed like in terms of her other stats, she had made little progress, which was normal for average Faustians, especially those on Fallon. 

However, Luck, which was the one stat that couldn't be artificially or manually increased, had almost doubled for her! 

What happened to this lass that doubled her luck? Could it be an effect of her special blessing which came in the form of her job: Lucky Star? 

Or was it due to her meeting Darius at this time that her Luck spiked? Darius knew that a simple word from him could change the entire trajectory of someone's life from mediocrity to invincibility, so winning his attention meant one had great Luck. 

Whatever the case, Darius put it aside as he checked on the silent Assassins who was trying to minimize his presence as he sweated heavily. 

[Name: Kilanthar'rekuthumar Gehriginson || Race: Elf || Stage: Adept || Jobs: Assassin, Dark Shadow. 

HP: 4,958/4,958 || MP: 5,394/5,394 || STA: 3,886/3,886 

Level: 58 || P-Status: Healthy || M-Status: Terrified 

Power: 74 || Speed: 95 || Constitution: 67 

Magic: 93 || Will: 259 || Luck: 12 

Skills: Killing Steps, Shuriken Throw, Assassinate, Shadow Clone, Stealth, etc. 

Spells: Blink.] 

Hmm, the Kiran fellow was not bad, though Darius could not fully understand why he was so terrified of him. They had little to no interaction back then and even less now. 

Of course, the reason for this had to do with the difference between Kiran and Darla. One was a happy-go-lucky lass who relied on her Luck to lead her to easy benefits in life, while the other was a trained assassin who had relied on himself and his wits to avoid death and succeed in all his endeavors. 

One believed her Luck would keep her safe while the other knew he had no bullshit like that, so he was rapidly thinking of countermeasures.