Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1186: A Journey of Revenge...

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We interrupt this chapter to inform the readers that the usual language indicators will be returning as of now.

In other words, quotation marks are back.

That is all.

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Was this really necessary?

|It helps to warn people so they don’t try and call us out on inconsistent writing tricks.|

Eh.

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"Alright, let’s get out of here before they wake up to the possibility that we stuck around to laugh at them further," Zhen Liu said as he got up from his seat.

"Agreed," Lythero nodded before getting up to follow.

Zhen Liu and Lythero had made sure to clear out of the Cortez estate after they had finished their breakfast and made a mess of everything, a solid hour before the Cortez Grandmasters returned.

It was also in this timeframe that Zhen Liu showed to Lythero that he could store the kaijin and zako on his body with relative ease.

Although, the way the Corpse Doll got stored away was...unusual by Kaijin standards.

Instead of shrinking down or turning into a piece of jewelry, the Corpse Doll’s coffin transformed into a wooden backpack that she crawled into like it was bigger on the inside. Making the sight even weirder, the box was as light as a literal feather.

Intead of making themselves scarce in an expedient manner though after noticing this weird change, they decided to kick the bear by leaving a note and watching the reactions of the humiliated Grandmasters from a nearby cliff that was overlooking Papaya Town.

But now that they had their fill of laughter, the duo proceeded to get as far away as possible as quickly as they could while hoping nobody recognized them.

Then again, not a lot of people would believe that a pair of twenty-something looking young men would have the power to cause the local army to shit themselves in terror and humiliation.

It took the duo about thirty or so minutes of running away before they came to a stop in order to review their route.

Thankfully, they had stolen a rather detailed map when they left and a compass.

A couple moments later, and one convenient tree stump later, the duo unfurled the map and planned their route. More specifically, Lythero explained what his ultimate goal was and what was going to lead to that point.

"So I’m not entirely sure how much of my heart and mind you managed to parse through, so I’m going to explain to you my route anyways so that it can sink in."

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"Okay."

Using one of his fingers, Lythero pointed to a drawing on the map that was about several miles south of their current location. The drawing depicted what appeared to be a lake labelled, "Lake of the Six Iguanas".

"Shortly after Duke Diamoro killed my masters and sealed my cultivation,I had to bury their treasured blades and their remains here. They often said that after they had reached a certain peak in their cultivation, that they would establish a proper dojo here. The place where they first met…on the battlefield."

"Ah, sentimental I…wait a minute, what?"

"Yeah…my masters were actually soldiers on opposite sides of a big war before they became a travelling band of wandering heroes," Lythero awkwardly explained. "Masters Crow, Coyote and Cobra were on one side, Rabbit, Tortoise and Razorback were on the other, but both sides stopped and buried the hatchet when Master Panther intervened. After that, they came to an agreement of not stabbing each other while they ate or slept, that turned into an alliance after they all ended up in a situation where they had to band together to protect a village from a hoard of reptilian Bloodliner bandits, you get how that goes."

"Huh…Magnificent Seven thy name is thee," Zhen Liu mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing," Zhen Liu quickly answered. "So is it safe to assume that you’re going back to retrieve their blades?"

"Yes," Lythero answered resolutely. "I made a promise to myself and them that I would use their blades to get revenge on that bastard of a Duke and wash away the shame with his blood and whomever else stood in my way…although, I might dial back on that latter part of my promise."

"Makes sense."

After making this part known, Lythero proceeded to drag his finger across the map until he reached the drawing of a city that was even further south of the Lake of Six Iguanas.

That city was labelled as being known as, Doradocheeta.

"This place is the territory for the House of the Golden Sabertooth. The base of power for Duke Diamoro," Lythero explained with growing severity in his voice. "Regardless of whether or not that man is travelling for cultivation purposes, diplomatic reasons or simple commerce, he will return to this place and I will be able to finally put my blade against his neck and take his head!"

At that last word, the aether around Lythero became incredibly agitated to the point that the air around him became partially ignited.

"After that...I don’t know. Maybe I can find some modicum of peace."

"Hmmm."

That last statement of Lythero’s made Zhen Liu a touch worried, because he knew damn well how those who lived with a singular goal in life end up becoming rather empty after achieving such things. However, now was not the time to needle Lythero’s desire for revenge.

Now was the time to bring out the flaws of his plan, and see how he would respond. That way, Zhen Liu would know whether or not he would have to rely on Kaijin power.

"You mentioned earlier that when you were sealed, Duke Diamoro did it back when he was an Aether King, which was about a decade ago, right?"

"About ten plus years is an accurate observation, " Lythero agreed, unaware of the barrage of questions he was about to be subjected to.

"Are you sure Duke Diamoro didn’t have his own breakthroughs during the last couple of years?," Zhen Liu asked.

When Zhen Liu dipped into Lythero’s inner consciousness, he saw firsthand Duke Diamoro and felt just how powerful the man was...at the time.

If there’s one thing Zhen Liu understood about cultivation, was that it didn’t discriminate based on external factors, and that even old dogs could suddenly learn new tricks.

However, Lythero actually had a plan for this...sort of.

He was banking on one tiny, little detail that he should’ve mentioned significantly earlier than this current rant.

"Oh, I’m not worried about him suddenly getting stronger in the past few years. The swords that belonged to my masters were all Gold-ranked aether treasures."

"Holy shit."

Using tools and medicines to close the gap between warriors of differing cultivation stages wasn’t anything new to Zhen Liu, but this was the first time he ever heard of anyone mentioning Gold tiered treasures in such a casual manner.

Even those Cortez Grandmasters made it a big deal when they were making use of that [Serpent Box of Itzumel]. Then again, most of his Kaijin were made of rare materials that were normally used to make Gold tiered treasures anyways.

’Wait a minute...’

Staring at the map and processing Lythero’s words, Zhen Liu realized something important.

"Lythero."

"Yes?"

"Are you sure that your masters’ weapons will still be there by the time we get there? Because you did just say that where we headed used to be a battlefield. If there’s anything I know about such places, is that people can and will attempt to scavenge them in order to find something that can be sold for profit...or attempt to use themselves."

Zhen Liu would’ve added, "present company excluded", but he had scavenged a similar area before back on Stampeding Bison. Granted, they were the remains of people eaten by a mutated asshole, but the sentiment was more or less the same.

"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that," Lythero answered. "I made sure to bury them in a place only we knew about, so the chances of other people stumbling upon them and looting their bodies is actually quite low."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. And if anybody has actually desecrated their graves, I will make sure that they’ll be the latest additions to the place."

"Ah. I see you’re learning about how I handle problems," Zhen Liu joked.

"More or less."

"Well then, since you have a plan, let’s follow through."

"Yes!"

With their route now more or less planned out, the duo proceeded to roll up the map and make their way southwards to the Lake of Six Iguanas.

Little did either of them know though, that things had changed on that abandoned battlefield.

But those changes weren’t caused by any member of the mortal races. Rather, the force of change in the area was something more...primal.

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"The funny thing about nature is that it doesn’t care about the places humans consider sacred or special. To nature, they’re just places."

-A conservationist after seeing a burial ground destroyed by an earthquake.