No shoes were provided though by the system , which was fine by him since he couldn’t wear them at the moment in any case . All in all , it seemed the System tailored the rewards to his needs , which he guessed was due to getting such high marks on his completion .
A stream of information entered his mind as he touched a fractal , and he was delighted to know that the gear had quite a few features . It was self-cleaning and self-mending which translated into Zac not looking like a murder-hobo again in a few weeks . It even had two forms of protection .
One was that it displaced force over his whole body instead of only at the point of impact . Quite some force was needed to break through that passive defense and Zac wouldn’t keep getting the small flesh wounds from bites and arrows . That should come in quite handy when fighting the horde of beasts in the future .
It also carried a similar protection such as the one on the demon’s armors , except that it didn’t provide any recoil force . Instead it could be used twice in a day and could stop a much stronger attack , which was far more valuable as Zac saw it . His strongest Dao-empowered strike had been able to break through the golden shield in his fight with Rydel , so he knew roughly where its limit lay .
Looking fresh and presentable , except for his bare feet , Zac once again headed back to the shipyard . It still seemed deserted as there were no sounds of activity breaking the silence . Still , Zac entered a building next to the huge warehouse that seemed to be either an office or rec house .
The inside was made of stone , cut and polished to perfection . All the furniture and details were created in heavy stone as well , and Zac couldn’t see one curved line . Everything was squared , and the whole lobby gave Zac a truly brutalist impression .
The room clearly was a lobby . Apart from some stone furniture a huge counter was placed in the middle , and behind it stood a statue of a humanoid . It had no facial features and its face was instead covered in a large fractal in the computer font . It was dressed in a simple silver-colored robe , and looked somewhat human apart from the fact it had a few extra fingers on each of its hands . All in all , it looked like a robot statue carved out of soapstone or onyx .
It was completely still , and Zac wasn’t sure whether this was one of the so-called Creators or just an elaborate decoration . Ogras had called them living golems and this kind of fit the bill .
Hello? I’m Zac Atwood . Am I disturbing? - He tentatively tried to call on the statue .
Greetings , Mr . Atwood . I am Rahm , liaison of Iliex Pre-cosmic Shipyard Nr . 65 238 , now located at your planet . Future inquiries are preferably directed at me , and I will endeavor to resolve any issues and complaints in an expedient and equitable manner
The statue came to life and answered in a perfunctory voice . It then even followed up with an aristocratic bow in Zac’s direction . It seemed that the Iliex conversed in the same manner as Abby had , using some magic instead of a mouth . Zac quickly bowed back with far less grace , flustered at the cordiality .
Haha don’t mind Rahm , that rigid old goat . We’re not some dour robots like he would have you believe Boomed a similar , but far rowdier voice from the interiors of the building as deep thuds approached the lobby . Soon the speaker entered through a passage , and Zac had to stop himself from taking a step back .
It was a three meter tall amalgamation between spider and robot . It had five huge legs that bent at the middle , each over three meters long . If they stretched upward the weird-looking Creator would stand at over four meters . The torso itself was largely humanoid , with the face sharing the characteristic fractal . It did however have four arms instead of two , and it actually looked like the body was full of either tools or weapons .
Zac could only stare at the monstrosity with mouth slightly ajar , which seemed to please the spider robot immensely .
Pretty impressive , isn’t it brat? Took me the better part of three hundred years to fuse form and function into the great body before you . Even had to steal some C-graded nebulous copper to finish it . Well , I guess that’s why I was demoted to the foreman of this shithole . No offense He shouted as he slapped one of the metallic legs , creating an echoing clangor throughout the building .
The more normal-looking Creator didn’t react at all to the entrance and tirade of this fantastical being , seeming used to its antics .
So , kid , what do you wanna build? Terrornaughts? Modified destroyers? If you can get some D-graded crystals we can make some nasty cosmic bombs , blow one of the neighboring islands off the face of the earth! Attack is the best defense , who knows what kind of assholes lives there!]
