Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1494: Snack Runs are a type of FOMO

’What in the nine layers of hell?’ Lythero asked himself as he returned to the street where Axer’s forge was located and saw the sheer amount of weirdness that had occurred while he was gone. ’Seriously, I leave for snacks for a couple of minutes, and I return to this?! What the fuck?!’

Lythero originally wanted to stick around to see if it was possible to get some form of insight on how to better control his own innate aether flames or see if he could get some form of inspiration in regard to fixing up his broken swords. Unfortunately, that latter bit didn’t happen.

Despite his cultivation level and his deep understanding of how to use a blade, that didn’t automatically translate into Lythero being able to understand the subtle nuances of crafting swords and the like.

As such, after Axer, Alicia, and the former slave girls got into the swing of things, he excused himself from the shop to acquire snacks for everybody.

It took him longer than expected because there was a small scuffle at the store he decided to purchase food from, so by the time he got back, all hell had already been let loose.

From one of the streets leading all the way up to Axer’s workshop, Lythero could make out that the people attacking the aforementioned shop had the power of lightning, fire, and wind at their disposal. Not only that, but these wielders were quite used to working with one another to the point of being able to flawlessly combine their attacks and create power that exceeded the sum of their contributions. However, they were also stopped in their tracks because they had never dealt with [Chaos] before.

The feeling was faint, but Lythero could make out several key spots in the environment where [Chaos] was used by his allies to counterattack and knock the attackers down several dozen pegs. This feeling was then reinforced when Lythero finally noticed his allies and the presumed enemies being in the middle of the street.

Although, the sight wasn’t exactly one of clear-cut victory.

"What the fuck?"

In the middle of the street, Lythero found himself staring at a rather surreal scene. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Lythero saw his allies were in various states of extreme drowsiness while they were surrounding a group of tied-up triplets that he could clearly sense were around the Aether Grandmaster stage.

Judging from the way the latter were wounded while the former were looking healthy, Lythero guessed that the triplets had failed their attack and the current state of his friends was probably due to some outside source.

Realizing that Lyona and Taurna were the most lucid of the bunch, Lythero quickly made his way over to check their conditions and see if he could get answers.

Well, coherent answers at least.

^Taurna, Lyona, what the fuck happened?!^

The former slave girls were looking as if they had just finished a two-day no-sleep marathon of studying after coming down from an energy drink cocktail.

In other words, they were technically coherent, but it took Lythero awhile to decipher their words.

^Triple...dip...assholes tried to...kiss us...with...natural...dictators...we took them out... though through...gang bang.^ Lyona managed to squeak out despite sounding like she should be sleeping three feet under several layers of blanket and pillows.

^These guys are called the Calamity Triplets and they tried to destroy the workshop, but you and others worked together to defeat them?^

^Yee.^

^How...the...fuck...did you understand her?^ Taurna asked in disbelief before passing out.

Shortly after giving this answer, Lyona followed suit.

^Ah, shit.^

Realizing that it was probably an absolutely horrific idea to have all of his friends sleeping out and exposed to the elements like this, Lythero began the process of moving them all back into the workshop.

’Alright, here we go!’

Thankfully, since he was an Aether Lord, he was able to move all of his allies with relative ease. Well, he still had to move them two at a time, but it was still better than nothing.

’Oh crap, okay, I guess I can what happened to lead to this situation...’

During the process of moving his friends to a safe zone, Lythero stumbled upon the aftermath of a conflict that had occurred in the workshop.

Someone must’ve snuck into the workshop while the others were fighting the Calamity Triplets, leading to Rianna having to deal with the intruder in a way that led to a giant hole being blown through the side of the workshop.

"Oh...shit."

Looking out of the hole, Lythero could see a poor unconscious bastard being pinned to a neighboring building, the arrow holding him in place also being about the size of a spear. Even from this distance, Lythero could sense the sheer amount of [Chaos] and aether that was concentrated into the arrow.

"Where the fuck does Zhen Liu find these girls?" Lythero mumbled before bringing his attention to his immediate surroundings.

Looking around, he found the unconscious forms of Axer and Rianna, who was still clutching her giant chitin bow, a weird aether treasure that was shaped like a bell, and three snoozing kaijin.

"Huh."

Despite knowing that Nepherage, Frosttusk, and Hurricroak were essentially walking apocalypses, they were oddly adorable sleeping on the floor in their big cuddle pile.

"Okay...I guess that at the same time that Rianna managed to deal with the intruder, the intruder dropped this here bell and released an effect that could cause everyone in the room to fall asleep," Lythero theorized. "And I guess it had an exaggerated effect on their kaijin because it was technically a musical aether treasure...damn, their weaknesses are weird."

Regardless of his personal observations, though, Lythero had a job to do.

In the time it took him to go back and forth between the workshop and the site of the conflict, he had managed to bring back Zhen Xing, Zhen Tai, Lyona, Taurna, and the Calamity Triplets with relative ease. When it came time to bring Alicia and Bellona inside, though, that’s where complications arose.

’Alright, I just need to bring those two in and—’ "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?!"

"Huh?"

When Lythero returned to pick up Alicia and Bellona for one last trip, he found that the two young noble ladies were in the process of being kidnapped by a bunch of assholes wearing fine suits. To be more precise, there were about six of these well-dressed assholes, and they were in the process of loading the unconcious girls into the back of a carriage. And, unsurprisingly, Lythero actually recognized one of the bastards.

"Wait...I know you! You’re the one who blew up Axer’s workshop the first time around!"

"Huh?"

Lythero didn’t catch the guy’s name, but he recognized the smug demeanor and stupid look. The same could not be said for this guy, though. Which is why the aforementioned smug thug had no problem running his mouth, completely unaware of the hole he was digging for himself and his compatriots.

"Wait, do you know this guy, Mizander?"

"No, I don’t," Mizander, the guy who blew up Axer’s forge earlier, shook his head in response. "But it appears that he’s trying to get involved in our business."

After making this observation, Mizander proceeded to swagger up to Lythero, circulating his aether all the while and showcasing his power as a first-ring Aether Grandmaster by summoning his [Regalia].

At the same time as Mizander was trying to showcase his swagger, though, Lythero was already preparing to summon his [Astra], cloaking the action with [Chaos] no less.

In other words...

"Alright, you little nosey bitch, I suggest you step off before I—"

CRACK!

"Holy-!"

"Mizander!"

"Oh shit, he’s an Aether Lord!"

...before Mizander could even pretend to be a threat, Lythero was already ready to knock his ass cold by using a copy of the [Black Iron Slab.]

Faster than a fly about to be swatted, Lythero had performed a flawless iajustu technique with his greatsword-like [Astra] and sent Mizander flying backwards with a cracked jaw and [Regalia] for his trouble.

The sight of Mizander’s [Regalia] being cracked with a single strike, followed by the sight of it disappearing as he lost consciousness, left a rather remarkable impression upon their hearts and morale, to the point where they wanted to run.

Lythero’s follow-up remarks, though, damaged their pride to the point of retaliation.

"Okay, I definitely needed that," Lythero exclaimed with a weirdly relaxed voice after knocking Mizander down for the count. "But now, I feel the need to offer you guys a choice."

"A...choice?"

"A choice," Lythero repeated. "You guys let me bring the girls back into the workshop, and I can pretend you all never existed in my field of vision, meaning I won’t send you all packing to your respective families for the sake of a closed-casket funeral."

"What?!"

"You really think that we can’t—"

"Or!" Lythero yelled, completely interrupting the angered warriors. "You guys try to resist, and I use all of you as practice dummies for the next thirty minutes. Sound good?"

Then again, it might’ve been the fact that Lythero smiled while making this threat that the warriors of the Redoxa family got angered.

"Oh, you’re fucking dead!"

As soon as that threat was made, four Aether Grandmasters and one Aether Lord attempted to jump Lythero.

"Option 2 it is! Let’s party!"

And Lythero was more than happy that this was the case.