It wasn"t that it was benefitting Vulcan, either. There was no way he would agree to a plan that was dangerous and ruthless as this.
"I"ve got to foil his plans somehow."
Vulcan thought hard, wondering if there could be a way for him to change course of Powell"s plans.
A way that would allow him to travel from one demon world to another the way he always had. He thought hard, creasing his forehead. Then, it hit him. He pulled something out of the inventory, looking as if he realized something.
It was an object that seemed to have all the desires of the world, compact and stored in its form. It was the shape of Rock Cigar"s hand, an object that caused fear.
Powell"s expression slowly changed the second he lay eyes on the thing, sensing a magical vibe that was completely different from a body of a demon.
Psssshhhh.
At that moment, Powell transformed into the form of the girl whom he had been on best terms with during his days as a dragon.
He looked on at the hand of Rock Cigar like a lady looking at a beautifully carved jewel. Then, he whisked around to face Vulcan.
"Where on earth did you get this thing?" he demanded.
"I got in in the demon world, of course." Vulcan answered, "but this isn"t something you can find easily even there. This is really precious."
"I"m not actually sure whether that thing has worth since objects like Rock Cigar aren"t common to see…" Vulcan thought to himself and started negotiating for the Rock Cigar. In return of the Rock Cigar which had no value to himself but provided informational resource, he requested that Powell give up on his current plans in mind.
Of course, Powell had no intention of agreeing to Vulcan"s request.
It seemed he had played out how he would take over the demon world with the other G.o.ds multiple times in his head as he was forging the magical weapons.
Eventually, Powell had no choice but to accept the negation. Seeing the hand brewing with strange mage, he could feel his instincts as a mage scholar squirming with curiosity.
Powell couldn"t help grinning once the hand was in his hands and immediately settled in for a kiss on Vulcan"s cheek.
"What in the world are you doing?" Vulcan hissed.
"Just a way of appreciation to my student." Powell answered with a giggle. His cheeks slightly red, Vulcan stared at Powell, whose stature was quite bigger than the average female but still beautiful in figure.
"Oh right. There"s another reason why I came here." Vulcan realized, snapping back to reality.
He pulled out another object from the inventory. It was a helmet with seven horns that looked capable of absorbing light.
It was the Devil King"s Helmet which he had achieved as an award.
"I was wondering if you could ask Pucus to make this stronger as an expression of your grat.i.tude."
"Very well. Since I"m in a good mood, I"ll make sure it"s done quickly."
And that night, Pucus, who had been taking a nap in the forgery of Act 2 had no choice but to upgrade a helmet simmering with devil"s mage thanks to Powell"s threats.
Vulcan ended up getting the helmet, a mage item twice as stronger than the demon tool set and he couldn"t help feeling smug. His only dissatisfaction was on the new skills he achieved.
"I was expecting to be able to disguise myself like a devil… but as for the Black Sword of Darkness… it seems like a powerful weapon but it gets in the way of using my powers as a G.o.d." Vulcan thought.
It was useful only when Vulcan had enough mage in his body, and it wasn"t as great as the Thunderbolt Sword, so it was a skill that was useless for Vulcan.
Despite its shortcomings, it was a fascinating item and Vulcan looked satisfied as he strapped on the weapon.
For the following days, it was a series of constant quests to the demon world and Vulcan continued to improve in his level making his powers more efficient.
Vulcan was able to choose which demon worlds to visit, thanks to the upgraded demonic tool. On top of that, he was capable of getting a sense of what was going on in the demon world thanks to his powers adding on to the magical objects he was using.
No. 33819 - Garion Dimension (Level ) No. 33820 - Dimension Horung (Level C) …
The demonic object changed No. 91175 - Karak.u.ma Dimension (Level B+) changed just like the settings of a video game, allowing him to choose which room to choose.
For Vulcan, this was good news, so it didn"t bother him that much.
And he continued with his training.
At his current state of fear for the Rock Cigar, an object full of demonic mage, he knew he wouldn"t be able to go all out fighting with thunder and fire. Therefore, he currently wasn"t able to realize that opening his eyes, rather than a simple stepping up of his level would help him to improve his stage.
"I"ll focus on the duties I can focus on until I overcome the l demonic level. That is all I will focus on as I overcome my current level." Vulcan thought.
He had been pus.h.i.+ng himself like a madman.
After returning from the demon world, he continued to train and meditate in order to overcome the fear within, even as he was taking a week -long break. He continued to fight himself, and even as he was making slow process, he defeated all the monsters of Act 2, dominating the entire battlefield.
He thought taking in the experience level of the monsters would be help in any way, even if it wasn"t much.
At the end of his hardcore training, Vulcan was able to regain his confidence.
He was finally able to acknowledge his strength, which had been overshadowed by Powell and Rock Cigar.
Compared to his old skills when he first entered Act 3, his powers were now close to that of a G.o.d.
"It"s much easier controlling my powers. On top of that, I"m finally able to use the Fire Thundering Sword, a technique that controls thunder bolts and flames altogether. I really am stronger!" Vulcan thought.
All of this meditation wasn"t enough to completely get rid of the fear within him, but things had definitely improved for him.
However, there was one person who was in the way of his training.
"What are you thinking, messing up Act 2? Are you out of your mind?" Hoculus, the G.o.d of water and master of Act 2 asked. He was wearing a long cloak.
Despite his threatening voice, his expression was calm.