Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1193: It’s a boardgame somewhere

Meanwhile...

<Huh...it’s like watching someone play a game of reverse "Pin the Tail on the donkey"...or something like that.>

=Kerplunk?=

<Maybe? I swear there was a better name for this though...>

=Regardless, I’ll send this broadcast to the kaijin so that they can get an update on the Lord’s current status.=

<How are they doing, by the way? I haven’t checked their monitors yet. Are they getting along with the Zhen Clan members?>

=Well...=

...Now back to that game of Pluck the Chicken...

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"Let’s for for Master Tortoise’s [Black Iron Slab]," Lythero determined. "It may be the biggest of the lot, but it’s also appears to be the least attached to the Forged Feather Dragon Vulture’s body."

"Makes sense to me," Zhen Liu agreed.

With the decision made, Lythero and Zhen Liu proceeded to make use of their respective energies to begin floating in the air and position themselves so that they could pluck the [Black Iron Slab] from the dragon vulture’s back.

The duo had to work fast though, as making use of a Grandmaster’s ability to float had a tendency to disturb the surrounding aether in a manner that produced tiny little air waves. While it was unnoticeable most of the time, doing it in close proximity to a sleeping giant dragon vulture probably wasn’t the best idea in the world.

Regardless,once they reached the [Black Iron Slab], they realized it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought plucking it would be. Well, it wasn’t going to be comfortable at least.

"It appears the handle is stuck in the internal folds of this thing. Great..."

This sounded like a weird complaint, but some of the other broken weapons being used as feathers were angled in ways that made it so that one could technically grab the handle and just pull with the greatest of ease.

That was not the case with the [Black Iron Slab].

The big ass "sword" was laying flat on its side against the Forged Feather Dragon Vulture’s back, with it’s hilt partially soldered into several other chunks of metal.

Meaning while they could technically pull it out and break it free, there was a non-zero chance of it accidentally tugging on a chunk of metal close enough to the dragon vulture’s skin with enough force to wake the whole bastard bird up.

On the plus side, they didn’t have to worry about cutting their hands on it or stabbing themselves in the process.

"Alright, I’ll bite. How the fuck did Master Tortoise even use this thing?," Zhen Liu asked as he looked over the giant weapon. "Was he incredibly tall or incredibly strong? Also, the handle seems a little short..."

"Stupid strong, he was pretty stout and the handle could extend," Lythero quickly explained. "Now help me figure out how to get it off of this giant bird."

"Hmmm."

If Logos and Pathos were present, they probably could’ve calculated the exact angle and force needed to pull the damn thing without so much as disturbing a skin molecule.

’I could do that too, but it’s gonna take me longer and time isn’t exactly infinite right now.’

Despite all the mayhem and destruction his zakos may have caused with their "pranks", Zhen Liu wasn’t under the illusion that the Erupting Dawn hunters would think this was just a random act of mischief. If anything, they would probably send someone down here as soon as they resolved everything going on up top.

In other words, Zhen Liu needed a solution that was quick and easy.

’Wait...could I just have Blazejudicator melt the-no, that’s stupid.’

While it might seem obvious to use a fire kaijin to melt down and remove chunks of metal off a vulture dragon, that same vulture dragon was probably going to notice if it’s metallic shell suddenly got hot enough for items to get removed from its body.

However, Zhen Liu didn’t exactly have any other kaijin to work with at the moment except for...wait a minute...

"I think I have an idea...," Zhen Liu mumbled to himself before knocking on the wooden backpack on his back.

"Huh?"

...

’Corpse Doll, are you busy? I’m getting the feeling that you’re eating something.’

[Hmm? Wassup, Caretaker? Did you want a banana too?]

’When did you-wait, no, not the time...Corpse Doll, you’re made of a lot of curses. Got any that might be able to corrode metal?’

[Corrosion...I think I do.]

’Great!’

[I’m going to need you to hold onto me though.]

’Pardon?’

...

Clatter

"Ah."

Shortly after knocking on the wooden backpack box, the Corpse Doll proto-kaijin popped out like a contortionist and began to stretch herself...which seemed a little redundant to Lythero’s sensibilities.

He had seen her shrink down, so there should’ve been plenty of room inside of her coffin...box...thing that she shouldn’t need to stretch.

Then again, he didn’t even know about kaijin until a few days ago so...fuck it, maybe it was needed.

"Alright, here we go."

[Hup.]

"Oh."

After her stretches, the Corpse Doll proceeded to climb out of her box and step on to Zhen Liu’s shoulders before dropping down like an acrobat. The next thing Lythero knew, Zhen Liu was holding the Corpse Doll by her ankles as she dangled over the slumbering Forged Feather Dragon Vulture. Needless to say, he was confused at this turn of events.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it possible for you to extract that sword with minimal resistance," Zhen Liu explained while readjusting his grip on the Corpse Doll’s ankles. "You know how Corpse Doll here is made entirely of cursed body parts?"

"I remember her attempting to blast your head open like a watermelon through the power of curses, yes," Lythero answered.

"Then you’re probably aware that she also has curses that I’ll allow her to corrode things. Like so."

"Ulp!"

Prompt by Zhen Liu’s words, the Corpse Doll began to puff her cheeks and circulate aether into them. However, instead of empowering her muscles or manifesting an aether art, a pair of cursed seals appeared on both of her puffed up cheeks.

Lythero thought she was going to blow a puff of cursed smoke or something towards the armored shell. Turned out to be a bit grosser than that.

"Bububububuuuu!"

"Oh, ick!"

The Corpse Doll began to literally drool a dark purple liquid down on to the armored shell, like an icicle dripping water on to the surface of a small pool.

However, this liquid wasn’t as benign as droplet of water.

One of the many organs installed into the Corpse Doll’s body was a set of salivary glands from someone born with the [Corroding Mouth Curse].

This curse made whatever a person ate taste like the most toxic, disgusting sludge in the universe, but in exchange, they were able to eat practically anything for substance.

Making this curse even more dangerous, was that its lethality scaled with ones cultivation.

Legends state that those of a particularly high Cultivation level were able to devour even Divine grade aether treasures.

But in the case of the Corpse Doll, in her current state, she could barely take a bite out of Silver grade aether treasures.

Meaning...

"Okay, the chunks of metal around the [Black Iron Slab] should be sufficiently weakened," Zhen Liu informed Lythero while still holding onto the Corpse Doll’s ankles. "Go on and grab it."

"I...fuck it, fine."

Lythero was mildly against the idea of grabbing hold of a drool covered version of one of his masters’ blades, but he learned a long time ago that beggars couldn’t be choosers and that this was probably the best bet of him getting his hands on their legacies.

That or he had to fight this thing to the death and that didn’t seem like a good idea.

"Okay. One, two and-"

Pop!

"Huh."

Lythero had grabbed the [Black Iron Slab] by its sides and pulled back, expecting massive resistance and the Forged Feather Dragon Vulture to start blasting him with fire.

Instead, the giant Gold tiered aether treasure bastard sword popped right out of the Forged Feather Dragon Vulture’s mess of molten feathers like it wasn’t even there.

A wave of disbelief washed over Lythero’s being as he literally felt just how easy it was for him to retrieve Master Tortoise’s sword. In all honesty, he is as expecting things to go horribly sideways by now and that he would be forced to fight this literal dragon to death.

Well, the dragon or those Erupting Dawn nobles.

"I have...oddly complicated feelings about how easy you made this endeavor."

"I have that effect on a lot of people," Zhen Liu retorted in a flat, whispered voice. "Now, direct us to the next weapon so that we can corrode those parts too."

[I would like to mention, I can only produce so much saliva at once.]

"Please note that she can only produce so much saliva at once, so please be quick about it."

"Right..."