Death… And Me-Chapter 2558 Anthing that works

As Spiegel looked at Trusifel, he noticed that the looks on his eyes suddenly changed. He seemed to be in a trance, looking into nowhere. Yet, it didn't seem like Trusifel was feeling bad. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying a vision that only him could see.

"This is unbelieavle..." Trusifel's words echoed in the surrounds. "To think that the Light Laws could be this beautiful..." he extended his hand and Light Elements gathered around it. That wasn't a deliberated act. Instead, Trusifel tried to communicate with the Laws of Light there, but Light Element gathered on its own when he touched those laws.

Spiegel, as an Archangel, could feel the presence of the Light Laws. At that moment, he truly felt the laws of Light were moving on their own around Trusifel's hand. "Isn't this a little too overpowered...?" Spiegel couldn't help but murmur.

Roan, obviously not in the mood to wait Trusifel, finally spoke. "So, just say it already. The pill should be working just fine. I have other things to do."

Trusifel woke up from his stupor and quickly got up while nodding vigorously. "Yes! Yes! It is amazing! And you are saying this is a permanent effect, not temporary like the other Law Pills? If that is really the case, then this far surpasses anything you can find in the hands of the Angel Alchemists."

Spiegel finally couldn't wait anymore and sat down as well, swallowing a pill. Not long after, the same effect happened to him, and he understood why Trusifel felt like that. "Rean, Roan... We are friends, right? In the future, if you need anything in the Heavens, let me know. All I ask is for you to concoct these pills. Don't worry about materials, I will provide absolutely everything you need."

Rean then warned their group. "That's fine. Just make sure to try to keep these pills' existence secret. Otherwise, it might speel calamity for our people."

"That goes without saying," Spiegel got up as he controlled the Light Element around. "Truly impressive. With this, I think I'll be able to merge the Light Sub-Laws into the Major Law of Light at least twice as fast..."

Spiegel then turned to Trusifel. "Alright, they have their own things to do, so we won't bother them anymore. Trusifel, we are going back to the clan. Clan Head Waremis will definitely want to have one of these pills. Perhaps Fuhiro too."

"Indeed," Trusifel also wanted to return and go straight into secluded cultivation.

Yet, before Spiegel left, he added. "Oh, right. Rean, Roan, if you want to go back to the Realm of Gods, I have already arranged an angel of our Clan to let you go through the Temporal Path. He is waiting outside, so you can just leave this place and talk to him. Or you can stay in our Holamenor Clan as well. That's up to you."

Rean nodded. "Thank you, senior Spiegel. We will think about it."

Spiegel glanced at them one last time and could see they didn't have any intention of staying. Yet, the idea of locking them down didn't even pass through his mind. He knew these twins way too well to understand they definitely had their means to escape in case anyone tried anything... and he was right. Finally, Spiegel and Trusifel left, using the altar to teleport outside.

"Hey, Lostrai, you can come out already," Rean suddenly spoke.

Lostrai then appeared in the distance, approaching their group in a flash. Sure enough, he had connected to another Energy Source, so he was back at his peak condition. "It was about time. So, can you make my new vessel now?"

Rean nodded in response. "I can. It would be good for you to be here with me so that you can check everything."

*Zush!*

*Bang!*

Immediately, an enormous workshop appeared in the middle of an empty field. It was Rean's Blacksmith Workshop. Following that, several of Earth and Sunkan Planet's Blacksmiths appeared as well. With Rean and Roan near each other, they once again had access to the Soul Gem Dimensional Realm.

"Come inside," said Rean as he walked into the Workshop.

Lostrai dispersed the energy around him and entered the Workshop. As soon as he got inside, he understood that Rean wasn't lying all this time. Everything there was related to the Circuitry Formations, the same ones he had studied for countless years. "Just where did you get all these things? They seem even more advanced than the equipment in this Azum Dimensional Realm."

"That's my secret," Rean said with a smile.

"You truly aren't afraid about me doing something against your group at all, are you?" Lostrai had to voice out his frustration.

Rean shrugged his shoulders. "Let's keep it a relation of mutual trust, shall we? The reason I'm letting you even see me building your new vessel is exactly so that you can confirm I'm not doing anything wrong to it."

Lostrai went silent again. Trust wasn't exactly something he was used to. Nonetheless, he wouldn't fall for that easily. He would indeed watch every single step of the new puppet's construction to the minimal details. "Fine... It's not like I want to increase the number of enemies I have anyway. I just want to get out of this piece of shit of a Dimensional Realm."

"Now we are talking! Hahaha!" Rean laughed happily. Then, he turned to the other blacksmiths. "Alright, guys. I know we haven't seen each other for over a year, but I'll need your help with it. We are about to create a puppet from zero that can hold the soul of a Universe Foundation Fragment."

Everyone who decided to live in the Dimensional Realm was put up to speed with the twins' objective, so they knew what Rean was talking about. If anything, especially for the people from Earth, the challenge was more than welcome.

"Finally, some action!"

"I was already getting bored of just studying and not putting in practical effort."

"That's more like it."

Seeing that, Lostrai had to ask something. "So... you know just any vessel won't work for me. Just what kind of material are you going to use?"

Rean waved his hand, and a mountain of precious metals fell on the ground; everything accumulated through his deals in the online market and Kentucky's natural ability to find rare metals. "Anything that works."