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37.03% MARVEL: GAMER PATH / Chapter 108: CHAPTER 107

Chapter 108: CHAPTER 107

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Golems were malleable creatures, even though they had no will of their own, they could adapt, learn, and evolve within their own parameters, like the golems I had created, a week ago, they were low level, but after a week of taking them to the dungeons to test a few scenarios with them, they had leveled up quite a lot.

I mean, it was to be expected. I had taken them to dungeons far beyond their level, each dungeon giving them ten or so levels per completion, and in less than a week they had leveled up to level one hundred.

[Clay Golem - S LV 102

HP = 100.000/100.000

MP = 1500/1500

Skills = Retribution, Clay Shot, Will of the Clay.

Retribution = The Golem stores 15% of the damage he receives to punish his opponents.

Clay Shot = Using his mana, the golem creates more clay to shoot at his opponents, it can shoot up to 10 clay shots at the same time.

Will of the Clay = The Golem burns all his mana to create four identical clones of itself that deal 50% of his damage, but have the same resistance and HP the golem had upon activation.]

[Stone Golem - A LV 112

HP = 275.000/275.000

MP = 9500/9500

Skills = Harden, Reflect, Recover, A Game.

Harden = The Golem increases his defense by a 200%.

Reflect = It reflects all physical damage for a five-second duration as long as the golem has the minimal level advantage of 5, otherwise he ignores 75% of all upcoming damage.

Recover = When the Golem's hp drops below the 10% mark, he will dig into the earth to recover, but this will only happen if the golem has backup, if the golem is fighting alone, he will prioritize dying to protect its creator.

A Game = Once dead, the Golem comes back to life, with all of his power, ready to fight. This ability is locked for one hour after use.]

They were already strong enough to kick anyone's ass on earth, I had just started testing things out, like, I had just found out you could equip items on them, as long as you created said items with the same base material they were made out, for example, a clay sword for the clay golem, and a stone hammer for the stone golem.

Another thing I had just discovered was, you could enchant them. They were basically sentient items without a will of their own, so as items, I could enchant them, like with a pair of shoes, or a weapon, increasing their overall strength even more.

And that was not all, I had also discovered you could give them skills.

How?

Well, by adding a scroll of the skill you wanted them to have in the mix, within reason, of course, golems had limited capabilities, but could still learn powerful skills, again, within reason, like my newest stone golem, who even though was level 15, had mana arrows on his arsenal.

Each new discovery added a new whole perspective to the crafting game and my end game in the great scheme of things. The more I experimented, the more I learned, the more I was sure about my original idea, that little by little was growing alongside my discoveries, showing me that I had been right all along, the industrialization of Golems and other magical structures and or items was the way to go.

For example.

Right now, my two high-level golems were doing a low level for me completely alone, they could enter dungeons without me, and 1% of all the EXP they earned inside said dungeons, was mine, regardless of my whereabouts.

Now, 1% EXP was nothing, when it came from two golems alone, but now imagine a few thousand golems leveling up for me, now imagine a million, at a certain point that 1% becomes something, right? 

If I managed to fully industrialize their creation, I would essentially turn my entire leveling experience, into an AFK game.

I would at all times, be gaining EXP, eating? EXP, spending time with the girls? EXP, in the bathroom, EXP, 24/7, I would be getting gains.

Meaning right now my goal was to get my crafting skill to a high enough level to make an automatic magical forge to create thousands of my babies, which was already the original goal, but now that I had confirmed a few theories, and had seen a few things, well, I know knew what was possible, what could be, and what was not.

[Crafting LV 59]

According to the books I had acquired, the first magical forge was to be unlocked on level 135, said forge was made out of clay and was at one time used to create an army of clay soldiers, its sole purpose was that to create life out of clay, with a few minor modifications, I would use this forge an army of clay, clay golems, how I would automatize said process, I had yet to figure that out, perhaps I would put a golem there to manage the production, who knows?

"So… are you playing god know?" I heard someone ask, that someone was Fury, who was looking at my Golems with a bewildered look on his face.

"No," I snorted, "They are my soldiers."

"Huh, that answers nothing, but I won't press on, your magical bullshit confuses me," Fury replied without missing a beat.

"So, do you need a favor or?" I asked with a narrow look.

"Bitch please," Fury rolled his eye at me, with a small smile adorning his face, "It's movie night, or did you forget?"

Oh right, it's Friday, "Oh, yeah,"

"So… will your two creations join us?" Fury asked, eyeing the golems.

"No," I shook my head.

"Good, they freak me out," Fury sighed in relief.

"You are scared of golems of all things?" I laughed, "Well, ain't that a kick in the a," 

"Oh, I'm sorry, is the correct response to suck their magical nuts in awe?" Fury shot back, "Just because you deal with this shit on a daily basis, does not mean it's natural, I'm a spy, I deal with weird shit, and this," he pointed to the golems, "Is weird as fuck, which is a lot coming from me, I mean, I saw a fucking human centipede a week ago, and this two behemoths still get the cake in the end,"

"Ok, that's just too much, your sensibilities are all over the place, you see people forced to eat other people's asses, and two moving statues freak you out? I think the human centipede it's by far the most disturbing thing of the two, and I have seen Odin flirt with his wife," I snorted.


Chapter 109: CHAPTER 108

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[Eitri's POV]

Alex Walker was a very gifted individual, his unique magic, made it so learning was a smooth experience for him, no matter what challenge I put in front of him, he would eventually find a way to complete it, for all he needed was time, it was impressive really, at each turn he would surpass my expectations.

But even so.

He didn't see beyond the veil, for him crafting was the means to an end, not an art that needed to be treated with respect and care, and until he understood that, he would never reach the highs he wanted to with this.

But I had high hopes for him.

In all of my years, I had never seen someone with such talent, whatever his powers were, they adapted to anything, like the molten core of a dying star, his possibilities were endless, and if forged right, he could very well be the night Grand Crafter.

A title I myself had failed to reach.

A title only the first king of Nidavellir, the father of dwarves had achieved, Fafnir.

"I finished my assignment," Alex said as he entered my office, a small smile adorning his face with excitement in each of his features.

"Let's see it then," I smiled at him, putting on my glasses to examine his work.

"Here it is," Alex smiled, taking a deep breath of trepidation, always so nervous when it comes to showing his final work.

"Hmm," I hummed, as I took the piece out of his hands, a small knife carved from the asteroids of a fallen planet, enchanted to never lose its edge, the knife had a good weight, and the handle was perfect, once again he had surpassed my expectations, and still, the knife had no heart in it.

"So…?" Alex asked.

"It's good, but it lacks heart kid," I replied with a sigh.

"Well, duh, someone has yet to use it," Alex shot back with a small smirk on his face, cheeky little bastard he was at times.

"You know what I mean, each piece coming out of your smithy has to be perfect, full of heart and soul, like the drawing of a kid for his parents," Each piece had to have a meaning, beyond its purpose.

"I try, but… I don't know how to do that," Alex muttered his head down.

"You are a parent, right?" I asked, and he nodded, "Then watch your kids and learn, everything they do, they do it with passion, with heart, for the innocent flame that burns within them fuel every single motion they take, that flame dies eventually, we never know when, but at one point, you start to do things because you have to, not because they bring you joy, games that used to bring you joy, now are part of the monotony, the work that once used to bring you happiness is now just the means to an end, so learn from them."

"I see," Alex sighed, "I suppose kids do put their all to all,"

"They do, so learn while you can, that flame of passion will eventually die, but for now, it burns bright," I smiled at him.

"But beyond that, was the knife good?" Alex asked.

"It was perfect," I answered.

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[Loki POV]

Alex Walker, a man that in a month had earned Asgard's adoration, Thor's love, and Odin's favor. I hated that man, I hate how seemingly easy he made everything I ever wanted look.

Even Sif loved him, the Warrior Th– four, loved him, why him? 

A weak pathetic mortal whose life would burn in the blink of an eye, why him?! A bug that would die in the time that takes an Asgardian take a breath, WHY HIM!? I just… I just didn't understand.

How could he a stranger get everything I had ever wanted, so easily.

It was a notion that I just couldn't comprehend. 

A notion that infuriated me, beyond belief, so perhaps it was time to make this mortal remember his place, to make him remember the frail pathetic, and short meaning of his mortality.

"Loki," I heard Mother say, in a tone that said, I know you are planning something bad, so stop it.

"Mother," I replied as I turned around with a fake smile, "What brings to you my chambers this fine day?"

"Loki, I know you are planning something, so, please… don't," Mother pressed, it was infuriating how easy she was able to see through me, then again, she was the only one that has ever bothered to get to know me, it was to be expected.

"Worry not, it's nothing bad," For Asgard that is.

"You know, you say that, but I can't believe a word you say," Mother sighed, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

"What can I say, I am a mischievous child," I smiled at her.

"That you are," Mother smiled ever so fondly.

"Well, I have to go, mother, I have things to do," Mortals to eliminate, "And you know, time is of the essence," I finished with a broad smile. 

"Take care, my little prince," Mother chuckled, blowing me a kiss.

"I shall," The one that needed to take care was Alex, for he soon would taste the painful wrath of a God.

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[Alex Walker POV]

Eitri's words echoed in my head. Putting my heart into my creations, sounded simple, but it was harder than it looked, I had no idea where to begin with, so I took his advice, after all, he was right, as kids we put our all into anything we do, a quality we later forget as the burdens of adulthood reach us.

So with that in mind, I enlisted no other than Emily for the job.

"Daddy, today you will learn how to do things with your heart, the old Emily way!" Emily started, she was so into this role I had jokingly given her, she had transmuted her clothes into pink military clothes, heck she even had a ruler on her hands, one that she would smack on her tiny hello kitty desk every now and then.

"Aye aye, captain!" I smiled.

"You will speak when spoken to, am I clear," Emily narrowed her eyes at me, and I couldn't help but laugh, she was so adorable. "Daddy! I am trying my best! Meanie!" 


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