naruto-story Chapter 2389 Pixieian Mythos
Chapter 2389 Pixieian Mythos
Chapter 2389 Pixieian Mythos
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm, Seed World, Living Section "I get my own island with my own house and workshop? Oh my gosh!" Dulas exclaimed in pure joy at finally getting her own workshop. She was tired of boring her parents' and uncle's workshops, where she would be scolded every time she left tools out of place or adjusted the settings of the equipment. "I can't believe this. Venera, tell me this is real."
"Yes, it is," Wyatt answered. Seeing Biore head toward his floating forest island to check it out, Wyatt shouted, "If you need anything, you can call Ceed's name aloud three times, and she will come to assist you."
"Got it," Biore answered aloud without turning back. He was eager to check out his own workshop, like a child on Christmas morning rushing to open presents. Dulas was the same. They left Wyatt, Dalie, and Ceed alone.
"Can I count on you to make sure these kids don't starve themselves to death while engrossed in crafting?" Wyatt asked Dalie, who nodded. But he warned, "Don't spoil them. If you don't understand anything, seek help from Hive Spirit or Susan. Got it?"
Thanks to his promise to Corey, Wyatt kept away from Susan. But it was another thing if Dalie kept calling and seeking her advice on taking care of the young dwarves. She would have no choice but to return to the Seed world from the card world to help make arrangements for the dwarves.
"Got it, my gosh," Dalie nodded vigorously before asking, "You seem to care about these kids a lot. Why is that?" Dalie, being a blood-kin daughter gem, was fully aware of Wyatt's prowess as the soul gem, so she did not understand why Wyatt was going through so much trouble for them.
"They are the cornerstone of my chaos dwarven crafting assembly project," Wyatt revealed, to which Dalie squinted her eyes at him and asked, "Can't you just use array formation to mass-produce the items you want to mass-produce? You don't need an assembly line of chaos dwarves for that."
"I found a workaround for that," Wyatt bragged, feeling a little proud that he had outsmarted the snobbish Chaos Dwarves. Then he asked her, "How are you feeling? You seemed exhausted trying to revive that guy."
"I feel great, even better than before, which is surprising because I've seen my friends experience exhaustion before, trying to create a forest spirit for a forest larger than their capacity. However, it took them nearly months to recover, but I recovered within a day. Did you feed me some expensive miracle drug?" Dredre asked Wyatt fearing that he might have unnecessarily spent a fortune to buy her a miracle drug when she would be fine with some rest. "All that doesn't matter. What matters now is that you're fine. You are feeling fine, right?" Wyatt dismissed Dredre's concerns and focused on ensuring she was alright. The Dredre he knew was cheerful and always the first to greet him. It was unlike her to laze around and fail to notice his arrival in the Seed World. He wanted to make sure his guild's mascot was doing well.
"I am fine, but for some reason, I'm able to hear things I wasn't able to before. It's so noisy and distracting—I can't even hear my own thoughts—" Dredre started but stopped when she noticed Wyatt's worry and concern deepen with her every word. She quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, the fragrance of the incense stick clears my mind, and it smells so soothing."
Wyatt frowned as he listened to Dredre's explanation. He had no idea what the noises she was hearing could be, but he knew that the incense stick, made from the sap of the World Calamity Tree, wasn't a solution. It merely eased her discomfort. Worse, prolonged use could lead to addiction, causing her to grow dependent on it. While it was one thing if she used it sparingly, the way she was relying on it now bordered on misuse.
Wyatt looked into Dredre's eyes and said, "Dredre, I need you to focus on those voices you're hearing and describe them to me. I'll look into their origin in the books of the Infinity Library.
"Don't bother. I've read about this in a book. The noises I'm hearing were described as the sounds of the River of Souls, carrying the souls of the dead to reincarnation. But I doubt that because it's supposed to be impossible for the living to sense the River of Souls. Especially for beings like us, because we're immortal. Even if we're killed, according to my elders, our souls won't go to the River of Souls but instead return to this huge tree whose branches hold the entire Myriad Realms together, like the leaves of a regular tree. That makes us different from other beings—even from the other beings in the Myriad Realms," Dredre explained, sharing her own attempt to find a solution through the books of the Infinity Library but admitting it led nowhere.
"A huge tree whose branches hold the entire Myriad Realms together like the leaves of a regular tree," Wyatt muttered to himself, recalling something similar from mythologies he had read about on Earth. He asked, "What is that tree called?"
"The elders called it the Origin Tree. They said its roots are in the Rule Source, from which it draws the energy needed to create new realms in the Myriad Realms—" Dredre revealed but stopped, noticing Wyatt staring at her in disbelief wondering if by the origin tree she meant the origin source. It was interesting take on the origin of myriad realms considering the pixie's love for trees.