Odyssey of the Blind God

"Since when are you so fast at engraving runic constellations?!?" Meryl exclaimed in shock as she stared at the completed runic prostheses.

She did not even dare blink for the fear of missing out on anything. That was shocking even for Master Crevian who perceived everything with his range of perception, just like Nial.

"You manifested the whole prostheses in your mind, and you finished engraving the runic constellations in your mind in a matter of seconds before you started, didn't you?" Master Crevian asked, unable to hide the dumbfounding tone in his voice.

He was truly shocked because he knew how difficult it was to visualize something perfectly in one's mind, let alone engraving runic constellations in your mind as well. The combination of runic constellations Nial had used was also far from easy and it required a tremendous amount of focus and practice to be able to create something like Nial had just finished in less than an hour.

"I can even engrave Superior runic constellations now. These combinations of Beginner and Intermediate runic constellations are not a problem for me anymore. Maybe the only issue I have is to create overlapping runic constellations without connecting them. Once I add miniature runic constellations to the overlapping runic constellations I will have to slow down and give my best to finish creating the runic armament to near perfection.

However, for a normal Tier-2 runic prosthesis, I don't really need much time," Nial said as a matter of fact before he realized that his comment might come off as a bit standoffish.

But even if that were to be the case, it was obvious that his arrogance was not baseless!

"Looks like the humans will get their hands on another Saint Runicier in the future," Master Crevian said. He sounded a bit sour but that was understandable. Becoming a Saint Runicier was far from easy. There was only a handful of them in some races, and some races didn't have even a single Saint Runicier.

That is why having one more Saint Runicier was highly beneficial, especially since they had the capability to give pointers in the creation of Divinities!

WIth their knowledge about runic armaments, it was possible to help other individuals to ascend to godhood. That was more than enough to denote the true value of a Saint Runicier, and Nial was likely to become one of them once he could engrave Ancient runic constellations in every possible way, combine them with all kinds of runic constellations and thus create runic armaments that even Gods would want to lay their hands on!

"We will see how far I can go, but let's first finish another runic prosthesis before we call it a day," Nial declared and the others agreed readily.

He retrieved the information about one of the Onyx Association's Adventurers, visualized his body according to the given information in his mind, and then added his own visualization of the prosthesis he had in mind.

After a few minutes, he approached the blacksmith and imprinted his visualization of the prosthesis in his mind as well.

This was quite easy with the use of his ability, Dominion. The ability had once been Mental Control, which was how Nial could easily activate the ability to alter the picture that formed in the heads of others. At least that would be possible as long as their willpower was weaker than that of Nial's!
The blacksmith accepted the infiltration of his mind and he started to create the prosthesis Nial wanted.

Less than two hours later, the runic prosthesis was done…a wonderful leg that could be used until the Adventurer would reach the Mid Deux rank.

"He should be able to use his blazing kick ability as well. I focused on engraving the runic constellations around the prosthesis' feet to enhance the effect of fire-based attacks. That way, he shouldn't really face problems when conquering dungeons!" Nial explained to the young woman, who was supposed to deliver and install the prosthesis.

"I hope he can get back on his feet and give his best after his unfortunate accident. He really shouldn't give up on himself!" Nial added words of consolation even if he was not talking personally to the young man, who had lost his leg in a dungeon conquest.

"I will forward your message. Thank you very much for taking care of all of us!" The young woman's eyes shone brightly as she looked at the milky white, lifeless eyes of Nial before she took his leave.

She was not intimidated by Nial's eyes in the slightest. In fact, her eyes shone even brighter when looking at them.



"Looks like our little hero is quite popular!" Meryl exclaimed, just for someone to pull her pointy ear.

"Argh…master! Why??" She squealed as she was dragged behind Master Crevian, who bowed to Nial, Miles, and the Little Oracle to formally bid them a nice rest day.

"We will see each other soon, and I hope that it will be with less shocking news then," Master Crevian said politely, and took their leave afterward. Meryl was not even able to say something as her master kept dragging her behind.

"You guys can come by whenever you want to study the prostheses I made. It would be great to have a helping hand or two," Nial joked as he wished them a good day as well.

Afterward, the Little Oracle waved her free hand as well and began playing around.

As for Ryu, the tiny Gryphon was chirping out, complaining that he was as hungry as a fully matured Gluttony Pig.

"Let's eat something before we talk, how about it?" Nial asked, smiling faintly in his father's direction.

However, Miles was not able to listen to his son anymore. His heart was beating loud enough to drown out all other sounds around him.

Miles seemed to be panicking, which was more than enough for Nial to call someone to prepare enough food for 10 people and to bring his father back to the wooden hut.

The food was prepared and brought to the wooden hut, where they ate in silence. Ryu was gobbling up more food than anyone else, while the Little Oracle ate nothing.

She didn't have any mortal needs and just looked at Nial, who was waiting for his father to say what he had to say, and Miles, whose expression was far from good.

"Dad, no matter what you have to say, I will always love you and mom!" Nial declared after half an hour had passed. He was done eating and visualized his father not eating anything and just toying with his food.

"What about Sabrina?" Miles asked all of a sudden, confusing Nial.

"That little demon will have to come home first and get a good beating for not calling you at all!!" Nial said grumpily while shaking his fist.

His reaction was more than enough for Miles to breathe out in relief and look at his son.

"You don't remember the day when you lost your eyesight, when the Dungeon Portal manifested in the middle of nowhere, and swallowed you, right?" Miles began the first question that led to a much bigger truth.

"I mean…I was three years old. How am I supposed to remember anything from that day?" Nial retorted and his heart started to hammer against his ribcage. He felt that something big was about to happen.

"Well, that is obvious…but you do remember that you took a look at my wallet when you were only six years old, when you saw the picture of someone else standing with us, right?" Miles asked question after question, not realizing that he was going down a rabbit hole.

Miles was not actually sure what he was supposed to say, or how he should address the issue he had been ignoring for so long.

It was a delicate matter and hoped that his lovely wife could have unveiled the bitter truth to Nial.

"I remember that picture. Do you still have it with you?" Nial nodded his head and Miles retrieved his wallet from the spatial ring before he pulled a small photo from his wallet.

There, one could see a small young child at the age of 1 or two hanging in the arms of Miles and Maline, smiling from ear to ear.

"That's not you before the accident," Miles said in a low voice, pointing at the picture and Nial nodded his head. "I can tell,"

"But it's our son…Maline and my dead son…the only son we ever had…" Miles revealed as his expression soured.

His eyes were filled with sadness, and guilt and a single tear trickled down his cheeks.

Nial took a moment to realize what his father had spoken and the only word that escaped Nial's mouth was stupefied;

"HUH?!?"