Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 150: Mining Deities (2)

A steady stream of information was sent to the sprite. Suddenly, it understood that Dyon hadn’t entered its home knowing it was there, but rather had done so for the resources it had accumulated. It also understood that Dyon had been planning on leaving but was stopped by it. And finally, it understood that Dyon’s punishment was because he was dissatisfied with its actions.

The small seed of a conscience was birthed within the mineral sprite, causing it to feel very sorry.

‘I – i-i-it i-is v-v-ver-very s-so-sorry.’

When Dyon heard these words project into his mind, he almost couldn’t hold back his laughter. Since he had been referring to the sprite as an ‘It’ this whole time, it believed that its name was exactly that.

Dyon shook his head. ‘Let’s call you Rainbow instead, how is it, Little Rain?’

‘R-r-rainb-bow?’ The sprite’s demeanor brightened, maybe because it was happy to have a name now.

Suddenly, its form began to change. What once was a blob of light grew to be slightly more than a meter tall. Its features became more pronounced, changing from a sphere to an oval, and then to an oval with protruding limbs, but finally the semblance of a head formed.

‘What’s happening?’ Dyon asked the hamster twins.

‘It seems to have decided on a form for itself… This usually doesn’t happen until the sprite has matured for several million years, but this sprite is clearly too young for that. So… This probably means that instead of choosing a form based on its sense of self, it’s modeling itself after someone else and imprinting itself as your kin.’ Little Yin explained.

‘This is actually very rare because sprites are very good at hiding. They’re known for being easily influenced at a young age, but they’re also just as dangerous. So, even in the rare cases where their hiding spots are found before they mature, even top tier experts usually die before even reaching the step of being able to influence them.’

Dyon nodded. He had to admit that it was unlikely that any other person would have been able to reach the point of influencing this sprite. In fact, he would have died outright if Little Rain hadn’t decided that his body was a good vessel.

For one, others wouldn’t have even been capable of penetrating into the outer layer of the silver mountain to even realize that there was something interesting on the inside. Secondly, because of this, they would have tried to chip away from the outside, something that would have enraged the sprite into retaliating in full force.

Imagine being attacked by a mountain several miles high. Who could possibly escape such a thing?

As the sprite’s chosen features came into full view, Dyon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The little guy hadn’t just chosen to model itself after him, it had become him! Little Rain looked exactly like Dyon had when he was just four or five years old. In fact, this was exactly how Dyon’s soul looked right now.

“Puu..” Madeleine’s lovely laughter filled the inner space. She would have taken this little boy into her arms if she could have. This scene really was too adorable.

Dyon sighed, accepting the situation for what it was. “Little Rain, what do you know about that rock?”

Out of curiosity, Lilianna too looked at the oddly shaped floating rock Dyon was pointing to, but she was surprised to find that she didn’t recognize it either.

‘Ah, my rock.’ Little Rain responded possessively, his speech already becoming more refined.

“Okay, okay, it’s your rock.” Dyon took a step back.

After giving Dyon a wary glance, Little Rain looked toward the floating rainbow rock fondly. ‘My rock is very hard, the hardest rock there is!’

Dyon coughed awkwardly, doing his best to ignore the innuendo. “Is it only hard? Nothing else?”

‘What else should there be?’ Little Rain asked in confusion.

Little Yin giggled. ‘Mineral spirits are some of the more wildly varying types of sprites there are. Some like pretty minerals, others like valuable minerals, others like minerals with various special properties like being exceptionally light, or being capable of ignoring certain laws like space or time. It seemed that Little Rain has a fondness for very hard minerals, ones that grade very high in durability.

‘I was wondering why he built a mountain of coarse silver instead of literally anything else. As a mineral spirit, it could have built a mountain of grandmaster grade or even higher minerals, yet it chose a master grade one. It makes sense now, coarse silver isn’t known for anything but its toughness. In fact, it was capable of piercing through you, remember?’  

‘So when he says his rock is very hard… He literally means its just very hard.’ Dyon sighed. He had been holding out hope that maybe Little Rain was still trying to find the words to properly describe things. But, it seemed that he had described it perfectly.

‘It’s not all bad,’ Little Yin consoled. ‘Usually, with a disposition like this, Little Rain should also be fond of battle. He could be very useful to you if you pair him with the right minerals.

‘Also, there’s a reason you couldn’t recognize this mineral. Mineral sprites, and just sprites in general, have the ability to birth new substances into the world the supersede what already exists. You may not know this, but the mortal plane can only naturally give rise to substances up to the grandmaster grade. Every existing plant or mineral of the comet grade or above was at some point created by a higher existence, a cataclysmic or heavenly event, or a sprite.

‘This new mineral is likely Little Rain’s contribution to the martial world.’