Odyssey of the Blind God

While it was certainly important to take revenge on the bastard who had dared to take his eyes, it was even more important to return home and make sure that the other two points had been taken care of.

That was also why he summoned Shadow from his Heart of Darkness. The Devil manifested in his small three-meter-long form and coiled around Nial tiredly.

"Here is some energy," Nial said while transferring some of his dark energy to Shadow while adding, "How long do you think you need before you can jump through space again?"

He was talking about a big jump through space, just like the one they made earlier to cross the Meteorfield.

Nial ignored the Gods who stared at him and Shadow. He paid more attention to the answer Shadow gave him.

'A few months? That's pretty long…but it can also be shortened as long as I supply enough energy…' He summarized in his mind, nodding his head over and over again.

​ "By the way, where are we exactly?" Nial asked the Gods, his head flicking to them. His question caused a few confused Gods to stare at him, squinting their eyes, or raising their eyebrows.

"You don't know where we are?" The Ancient asked, somehow doubting what Nial said. Nial's calmness, energy, and a few additional factors were already a little suspicious but his questions were the most confusing.

How could he not know where he was right now?

"I come from behind the Meteorfield because a Spectran accidentally teleported me into an isolated stellar system when he was trying to rescue someone whom he…or she… teamed up with. Do Spectrans have a gender, to begin with?" Nial explained and asked just to shake his head, "Scratch the question…either way, the Spectra accidentally teleported me behind the Meteorfield using his Divinity which was interfered by the Origin. Their energies clashed, something weird happened and I used my energy as well when jumping behind into a space portal…"

Nial found it quite difficult to explain what happened to him without telling too much, and without lying. It was never good if a Spectran didn't like someone. Most people would stay away from you in that case.

However, Nial's case was a little special. After all, he said that he came from behind the Meteorfield.

"You…were behind the Meteorfield? You actually did it?" The Ancient asked, still doubting him.

"Yeah, I did it. You don't have to believe me though. But what might be interesting for you to know is that they don't have worldbridges and dungeons there. They travel via spaceships, which is quite annoying," Nial explained before he retrieved one of his scrap experimental runic armaments.

"Can you see the hieroglyph engraved on the spear blade? They use these types of hieroglyphs," Nial clarified further. Even if he didn't want to speak too much about the happenings behind the Meteorfield, it was better to have a few helping hands by his side. He had to know where he was, where the closest Worldbridge leading to the Origin, or close to it, was located, and he had to get his hands on a few Origin crystals to fill Shadow's energy in a day or two rather than a few months.

Nial handed the spear he had retrieved from his spatial ring to the Ancient, who was quite shocked.

"Did you engrave this spear?" He asked which Nial answered with a nod.

"You…are a Saint Runicier?" The Ancient asked, his voice cracking at the end.

Nial was not sure if the spear, this piece of scrap, could be considered worthy of being considered the work of a Saint Runicier, but he just nodded his head.

If the Ancient regarded him as Saint Runicier after seeing one of his worst attempts to combine hieroglyphs with Ancient Forgotten Runic Constellations, Nial might as well be a Saint Runicier by now.

"Sir, why didn't you say so earlier!?" The Ancient asked, his voice reaching a higher pitch as he bowed toward Nial.

Nial just smiled as the other Gods gave paid him their respect as well.

"If you want it, I can give you this Spear," Nial said, while carefully adding, "Of course, I need some information, and possibly a bunch of Origin crystals. They don't use Origin crystals on the other side."

The Ancient nodded his head vigorously, tightly grasping the spear that Nial had presumed to be a Peak Tier-4 Runic Armament. However, it looked like he jumped the fourth Tier, creating a Saint Runic Armament by throwing a bunch of runic constellations together with the hieroglyphs of the other side.

"Can I really take this in exchange for Origin crystals and information?" The Ancient asked just to make sure that he understood correctly.

Nial nodded his head and he turned to the other Gods.

"I need a huge amount of Origin crystals. So if you guys have some to spare as well, I can give you similar runic armaments as those!" Nial offered, while secretly thinking that he was making a steal.

The 'Saintly' Runic Armaments would have collected dust in his spatial ring. It was perfect that he could make a fortune and get rid of them.

'I shouldn't tell them that these things are just my scrap armaments, right?' Nial asked himself, perceiving how happy the Gods were as they heard the offer he gave them.

"Is that really okay?" One of the Gods asked, excited while another stared at him with gleaming eyes.

"Do you have a Halbert? That would be perfect~!"

"I want a longsword if you have one!"

"A bow and arrows pleaseee!!"

…

Did Nial end up in a kindergarten, in a marketplace where excited kids were roaming around like entitled brats, or was he in the open space, surrounded by Gods who acted like entitled kids?

Nial actually hoped that it was anything but the latter, but the reality was different.

Faced with five Gods, Nial retrieved more than ten 'scrap' runic armaments before he said.

"Chose one of them, and give me something in return. No running away allowed!" Nial announced as if he was actually talking to kids.

"Yes~!"

"Okay!"