am-books Chapter 58: “Back to business
Chapter 58: “Back to business
Five days. That's all it took.
Not because it was easy—far from it. Luthar didn't stop. He barely slept and barely spoke. The lower levels of the Crimson Church echoed constantly with the hum of machinery, the hiss of plasma welders, and the rhythmic clatter of servo arms. He had torn the place apart once already; now it was time to rebuild it with purpose.
Most of the heavy lifting was done by servo-skulls and servitors. Luthar only had to direct them, coordinate efforts, and implement new designs. A few essential materials—particularly the specialized components for the stasis vaults—had to be purchased directly from the system. Expensive? Undeniably. Reckless? Perhaps. But with no other path forward, it was necessary.
Still, the investment paid off. With the lab restored, Luthar could now fabricate advanced items, regain system points, and unlock new blueprints. His long-term ambition was clear: acquire the design for a mechanical ark. Not to build one from scratch—that was impossible in this world—but to transform his battleship into a vessel worthy of a Tech-Priest.
This reconstruction was more than a repair—it was the birth of something greater. Three stasis vaults now stood locked in place, each with an independent security system. Reinforced walls concealed emergency caches. A long-overdue filtration network cycled air through dense micro-fiber purifiers.
By the end of day five, it was done.
The next two days were devoted to Freya's divine blood. The vial had been secured earlier, protected with redundant containment measures. It now lays beneath an array of scanners—chemical, etheric, and dimensional. Even the system's raw data scanner was deployed, though it only returned fragmented readings.
The results were inconclusive but revealing. There was something beneath it—an ethereal code embedded in blood. It ignited questions Luthar wasn't ready to answer.
On the seventh evening, Luthar emerged from the lower lab and called everyone together for a meeting.
Upstairs, everything had changed. Freya had quietly refurbished one of the gathering rooms during the week. Gone were the rusted chairs and bleak iron decor. Now, a polished oak table stood at the center, surrounded by high-backed seats. Warm lanterns glowed in each corner, and a thick carpet softened the floor.
They were all there—Freya, Liliruca, Tsubaki, and Hephaestus, who had returned after helping Hestia
"Wouldn't it be more meaningful to let others forge their own paths using the tools I create?"
Freya frowned. "That's her path, not yours. And you don't even sell your best work. In the future, people may admire you, but they'll never see your full potential."
Before the tension could grow, Hephaestus raised a hand. "Enough, Freya."
Freya blinked, surprised by the interruption.
Hephaestus's voice remained calm. "Some weapons aren't for sale."
Freya leaned back with a sigh. "You're too careful."
"And you're too hopeful," Hephaestus replied, almost gently.
A moment passed in quiet.
Then Liliruca spoke. "So… what now?"
Luthar looked at the others. "Now, we decide. Do we work together, knowing this may last a lifetime—or part ways here?"
He left the consequences unsaid.
Hephaestus was the first to speak. "I'm staying. There's too much I can learn from you—and too much worth helping you build."
Tsubaki grinned. "Same here. I'd kill to learn some of your tricks."
Liliruca gave a half-shrug, half-smile. "As long as you don't stop me from hunting down Soma Familia, I'm not going anywhere."
Freya met Luthar's eyes. "I will join you—on two conditions. First, when you go to other worlds, take me with you. Second, I want to know I'm not burning all my bridges behind me."
"You'll have the means to return," Luthar promised. "That, I'll ensure."
Freya gave a small nod. "Then I stand with you."
Luthar lifted the key.
"Then it is decided. First I would build, and when I'm ready, we can go to other worlds to play around."
At this point, none of them understood that so-called playing around was just taking away resources from other worlds or fighting wars just to prove a point.