Reborn with Steve Stand

Fang Mo had never thought about it before.

What else in this world could give him such a headache?

Until just now, he impulsively materialized a few Tinker' Construct weapons and witnessed a terrifying scene resembling a dance of demons...

Actually, when these weapons were first materialized, the situation was barely under control.

Fang Mo only took out five weapons: the Flame Demon Sword Laevatein, the Sword of Light Clausolas, the Degenerate Black Hole Sword, the Excrement Sword, and the Shoggoth Dark Sword.

Similar to the Manyullyn Cleaver.

When these weapons first gained sentience, they were relatively quiet, probably feeling bewildered and curious about everything around them.

However, the Manyullyn Cleaver turned out to be a troublemaker. Seeing that his companions had also gained sentience, he became overly excited, flying around the room in glee, nearly losing control: "Haha! I have brothers now!"

He flew around in the air for a while.

Then quickly landed, picked a weapon at random, and said mischievously, "Hey, buddy, say something, will you?"

"..."

Laevatein's blade turned toward him, clearly having heard, but for some reason, did not respond.

"Come on, brother, say something?"

Yet the Manyullyn Cleaver didn't care, and continued to make small talk, tapping Laevatein's guard with his blade back: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Manyullyn. Our master is a pony enthusiast, so he usually prefers to use me… What kind of blade are you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Laevatein's entire blade couldn't help but start shaking.

"You wouldn't be a round blade, would you?"

The Manyullyn Cleaver suddenly asked with a mischievous smile.

"Are you insulting me!?"

Laevatein finally couldn't hold back, suddenly erupting with a blazing flame as bright as the sun, burning everything around to ashes.

"Whoa! Little Fire Blade!"

The Manyullyn Cleaver retreated repeatedly: "Oh my god, it's too hot!"

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!" Laevatein seemed particularly irritable, his voice practically roaring with anger: "You're the only stupid blade here! We are swords! The noblest of weapons!"

"Ah, yes, yes, you swords are superior, alright?"

The Manyullyn Cleaver said.

"If you keep talking like that, you're going to be buried in excrement…"

At this moment, a bizarre brown giant sword nearby also spoke in a humorous tone: "How about we make peace?"

As he spoke, the brown giant sword extended its sticky blade tip towards the Manyullyn Cleaver.

"What kind of ghost are you!?"

Seeing this, the Manyullyn Cleaver couldn't help but exclaim, then turned to Fang Mo: "Boss, could this be... the Indian treasure, Masala Blade!?"

"Hehe, I'm the good friend of the Cleansing Sword, the Joyful Bowel Sword." The other sword explained as he approached the Manyullyn Cleaver with a smile: "You can also call me Shit We. Come on, come on, don't be afraid, I love sparring with good brothers."

"You're speaking with something that's like excrement in your mouth!!!"

The Manyullyn Cleaver frantically floated backward, shouting almost desperately: "Stay away from me!"

"Alright, alright, Brother Shit, stop teasing him."

Fortunately, at this moment, the Sword of Light Clausolas finally spoke. His voice sounded raspy, with a hint of magnetism amidst his light-hearted tone, quite pleasant to hear: "After all, he has been with our master the longest; we should give our elder brother some respect."

"Mm, correct."

The sticky brown giant sword paused upon hearing this: "Then I'll stop teasing him."

"Whew, that's more like it."

Manyullyn Cleaver seemed to let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then couldn't help but continue nagging: "After all, Guang Ge is right. In terms of seniority, I'm the oldest here and the only remaining Cleaver. Besides, the master doesn't like my previous name... so why don't you all call me Dao Ge from now on."

Clausolas, the Sword of Light, couldn't help but laugh: "Dao Ge, really? Do you bite lighters?"

"Uh, how about I show you biting Laevatein..."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Hey, Dao Ge, what's the point of biting Fire Ge? Why don't you bite me if you have the guts!"

"Are you looking down on me? Bite it is!"

*Chomp, chomp, gulp... ugh!!!*

...

If Fang Mo's Manyullyn Cleaver could be compared to Wolverine's signature cigar in X-Men, then the living weapons in this room... Fang Mo felt as if he had turned into Jotaro Kujo, preparing to perform the feat of smoking five cigarettes at once.

He couldn't take it.

Really couldn't take it.

Fang Mo was shocked to discover for the first time that when these weapons went crazy, he couldn't even get a word in.

It was also hard to speak up. After all, the smell in this room was quite overpowering. Originally, the Sword of Shit was already disgusting enough, and Laevatein's fiery temper made the whole room uninhabitable. Fang Mo even worried that Seria might knock on the door and ask if he was cooking something foul in the room.

Fang Mo had only materialized a few weapons, and the scene was as chaotic as a Darkin meeting. There were so many complaints he couldn't keep up with them all.

In hindsight, he was glad he only materialized a few weapons. If he had materialized them all at once, the whole treehouse, or even all of Hendon Myre, might have blown up.

After all, these weapons Fang Mo had materialized had world-ending power. The Fire Demon Sword Laevatein and the Sword of Light Clausolas were just the beginning. Just the Sword of Shit alone was terrifying enough. Though it didn't look impressive, when it went berserk, it was extremely horrifying.

This weapon was Fang Mo's idea, created by his partner who gathered materials to forge it. Initially, the Sword of Shit was merely a gimmick weapon, but after being reforged and enchanted with meteorites and hot springs by a goblin, it could now summon meteor Shit and create chocolate hot springs.

Question: What disaster is more despairing than an apocalyptic flood?

Answer: Adding some E. coli to the flood.

...

In short, after summoning this group of monstrosities, Fang Mo was tormented by them all night and barely slept.

The stench in the treehouse was so overwhelming that even though Fang Mo used his Arcane Ring to manipulate plants for ventilation, he still felt uneasy and eventually had to find somewhere else to stay.

Of course, to compensate Seria, Fang Mo gave her a gold ingot without explanation.

"Adventurer, what is this for...?" Seria was visibly taken aback upon seeing the gold ingot.

"Oh, my dear Seria." Fang Mo sighed suddenly and then, in a deep voice, said while gently stroking her hair: "Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Now that I have money, I can continue to protect the Arad Continent."

"...What?" Seria, clearly confused, replied: "Adventurer, did we know each other before?"

"Perhaps in another world," Fang Mo couldn't hold back his laughter: "Anyway, just take it. A gold ingot is nothing. I can easily get more from Hell Camp..."

"But this is too valuable," Seria said hastily: "Although it may not be much to an adventurer, I can't accept this money."

"Then use it to open more inns and serve other adventurers," Fang Mo said as he walked out the door, waving his hand.

This gold ingot was more a gift to his past self. After all, life is strange... things that moved you deeply as a child are often impossible to find again when you grow up.

When Fang Mo played Tinker' Construct in the past, he envied those who wielded +12 Twin Dragon Shadow Swords. Later, when he had money, all his characters were decked out in red-letter equipment, with +13 weapons at minimum, dominating raid bosses with screens full of 99999 damagician numbers.

But for some reason, he could no longer feel the same happiness as before.

"To buy osmanthus and wine together, in the end, it will never be like youthful travels."

Shaking his head, Fang Mo walked out of Seria's treehouse and strolled along the streets of Hendon Myre late at night.

In any case, the night passed quickly.

Fang Mo only found a place to stay near dawn, but he had just lain down for a short while when he was awakened by a knock on the door.

He opened the door to see who it was.

Fang Mo found it was the young magician.

"What did you do last night?"

The magician looked up at Fang Mo with a somewhat suspicious gaze. "Why were there strange noises coming from your room and a weird smell?"

"Have you had breakfast?" Fang Mo did not answer but suddenly asked.

"Not yet," the young magician blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"Then don't ask."

Fang Mo rubbed his forehead. "Otherwise, you won't be able to eat."

"But what exactly did you do last night..."

"I pooped in your flower pot."

"Then never mind."

Upon hearing this, the young magician clutched his chest with a bitter expression, feeling a bit nauseous. "You're right, now I suddenly don't feel like eating breakfast."

"So why did you come looking for me so early in the morning?" Fang Mo changed the topic directly, asking, "Could it be... you're afraid I might abandon you?"

"Give me a break."

The young magician rolled his eyes in disgust and then said, "Today, I'm planning to go on another adventure in Grand Flores and try out the new staff you gave me. After yesterday's battle, I feel like I've gotten stronger and have some new ideas I want to try out."

"So why are you looking for me?"

Fang Mo asked.

"I..." The magician's gaze seemed to wander. "I wanted to ask if you would like to come along?"

"Practice more if you're weak; don't always think about relying on others."

Fang Mo immediately retorted.

"Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't mock me for a day?" The little magician was obviously irritated, his face turning green and white. He snorted and turned to leave. "Humph, who needs you? I can blow up those goblins with just one Jack Bomb!"

But after taking a few steps, Fang Mo's voice came from behind again.

"Wait."

"What now?"

The magician turned back to look at him, clearly annoyed.

"Try wearing this." As Fang Mo spoke, he handed over a strangely shaped ring.

"And this is..."

Seeing the ring, the young magician seemed a bit surprised.

"According to Arad's settings, this should count as a rare item," Fang Mo looked at the Tinker' Construct Ring in the magician's hand, which he had casually crafted earlier. Now, he wanted to test its effects. "Hmm... it might even be an ancient rare item."

"This thing is quite valuable, isn't it?"

The young magician looked at the ring in his hand, seeming a bit bashful. "Why do you always give me such valuable things..."

"Give? What are you thinking, lady?"

Fang Mo widened his eyes in surprise. "You have to return it to me later."

"Alright..."

Hearing this, the magician seemed relieved but also somewhat disappointed. "Then I'll go first. See you later."

"Are you sure you won't get captured by goblins this time?"

Fang Mo couldn't help but ask, seeing the magician's comical snowman outfit.

"Aren't the goblins all killed by you?" The magician replied without much thought. "And I think I can handle those goblins now..."

"There aren't just goblins in Grand Flores."

Fang Mo instinctively replied, "If you can handle goblins... What about minotaurs?"

"You..."

"Sigh, let me get you a bodyguard."

Fang Mo sighed and then pulled out a heavy, ancient-looking lead-gray greatsword from behind him, which was the Degenerate State Neutron Sword. "Just focus on fighting, and if you can't handle it, call for backup and let it help you."

"And this is?"

The magician from the opposite side was seeing this weapon for the first time and was curious: "It... it won't be as talkative as that purple broadsword, will it?"

"Oh, don't worry," Fang Mo said, waving his hand. "This guy almost never talks."

He wasn't lying. When the group of weapons were causing chaos last night, only two of them didn't join in.

One of them was the Shoggoth Greatsword, which couldn't be replicated or reforged because its main material was flesh. Even the demons didn't have it, and for some reason, life enchantments couldn't be inscribed on it, as if the Shoggoth itself was the consciousness of the sword.

The Shoggoth was originally designed to be a well-behaved and polite creature. Naturally, it wouldn't join in the chaos with the other weapons.

Besides the Shoggoth Greatsword, the other weapon that didn't join the mayhem was the Neutron Heavy Sword in Fang Mo's hand.

Based on Fang Mo's personal guess, it might have been influenced by the intelligence of the Bedrock Golem.

"I have a task for you," Fang Mo said, turning to the Neutron Heavy Sword. "You'll go out with this dwarf later."

"..."

The Neutron Heavy Sword slowly nodded its blade and then floated towards the demon.

Everything seemed normal up to this point.

But in the next second, the Neutron Heavy Sword glanced at the magician and then spoke in a low voice: "Tell me..."

"Who do you want me to kill?"