Spending My Retirement In A Game

The old man raised his brows as he looked at the notifications, and immediately let out a deep sigh, "I guess I should try again right away, huh?" Eisen muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and started to focus his attention on the pendant once more. Soon, the scenery around Eisen started to change once more, away from this large open area back to the samll workshop that Eisen had in his soul ream.

He looked down at his hand and saw that he was already holding the pendant in his hand, and in front of him he could see Buldor’s cleaned body, basically in the exact state as Eisen left it before.

As he concentrated on the pendant again, his hands once more started to move on their own. Eisen concentrated a little bit of heat on the metal parts of the pendant before starting to take it off, and he immediately understood what this was about now. Instead of making the item he wanted to see the memories of, he was supposed to take it apart somehow.

And sure, that was something pretty important you should do if you wanted to figure out the exact structure of some more complex items, but this... Really wasn’t complicated in the slightest. It was a bit of steel wrapped around the base of a broken horn. The old man looked at the item as he was now only holding the horn that had some of its broken parts filled in with mana-crystal.

But somehow, it seemed like Eisen didn’t try to take that mana-crystal filling out of the broken parts. Instead, he just squatted down in front of Buldor’s lifeless body, and then held the base against the part of the horn where this piece broke off in the first place.

Eisen fused the two pieces back together properly, filling in any sort of empty space inbetween with mana-crystals, as if just trying to substitute the actual horn somehow.

And then, the old man took a step back as the somewhat caved-in form of Buldor gained a little bit of healthy mass. Eisen watched as the scratches on the scales disappeared together with the scars, one after another. A young Buldor slowly rose from the dead as Eisen’s eyes were completely focused on it.

Immediately, Buldor started to dig at the ground a bit, but just to be able to get some proper hold on it, before starting to run forward right into the wall on the other side of the room.

But instead of Buldor just injuring himself, the wall just shattered into pieces as if it had just been a painted glass-pane. The moment that the shards of glass, that left behind a round hole in the wall, hit the ground, they shattered more and more until they were nothing bust dust. Or so it seemed at first... It actually looked to be something like a mixture of sand and pretty fine dirt.

Eisen stepped through the hole in the wall and was soon blinded by bright sunlight, forcing him to hold a hand to his eyes. The moment that he managed to regain his ability to see properly, one of the first things he actually noticed was that the wall that he just stepped through was nonexistent. There was nothing behind him but the same field of grass with a small river flowing through it in the middle like Eisen was able to see all around him right now anyway.

The second thing he noticed was Buldor, running around said field of grass with vigor and glee. And immediately, Eisen understood that this was Buldor in his peak, instead of just at the end of his life like Eisen had seen so far.

This was exactly what Eisen was hoping to be able to see. With a smile on his face, Eisen understood what this side of this skill was about. First, Eisen could understand the item itself and what it went through after becoming said item, and then Eisen could see what the materials for that item actually were before. And in the case of them being a living creature, Eisen would be able to see the rough way it lived and looked in its peak.

And that was an amazing ability as far as Eisen was concerned, mixed with a surreal amount of luck that this was actually a thing. Immediately, Eisen made sure to properly use his mana-copy skill to copy the exact details of Buldor’s form, while he used his ’Crafter’s Being’ skill to remember all the other details, like shade or shine, properly. Things that weren’t copied with the mana-copy skill.

Just as Eisen finished all that he needed to finish, he once more found himself back in the center of Gran’s living area, just where he had started to work on this in the first place.

With a light smile on his face, Eisen pushed himself off the ground and stretched a bit. Somehow, using this skill was a bit tiring to Eisen. But that didn’t matter for now. First things first, Eisen had to think about what exactly he was supposed to do for Buldor’s armor right now where he would be able to integrate proper scales into it.

Just for the heck of it, since he wasn’t fully sure for an idea, and Gran was the one that knew Buldor the best, the old man figured that he should just ask the Warrior about what he was thinking, "Gran." The old man started, and he looked at Eisen excitedly, quickly nodding his head as his stares practically drilled holes in Eiro’s body.

"Yes!" Gran exclaimed, and Eisen just looked at him with a smile, "Do you have a good idea for what kind of armor I could make for Buldor?"

The warrior slowly crossed his arms and closed his eyes, deep in thought as if he was just asked to solve world-hunger immediately. Although, the answer wasn’t really that great in the end even then, "Make new Buldor scales!" He exclaimed, and Eisen sighed. He got that far already. Obviously it would need to be an armor that replicated scales, but Eisen wasn’t sure how he was supposed to make it look realistic, as if it wasn’t an armor but actually the ground-dragon’s scales. That seemed to be the kind of thing that Buldor wanted to have.

"Hm... What should I-" The old man muttered, before he abruptly stopped and turned his head toward Gran, thinking about what he said once more, "Make new scales for him, huh..?" Eisen said as he looked back at Buldor and walked over toward the ground-dragon.

"Sorry, if this is uncomfortable, just let me know somehow. And please, not by biting me." The old man said with a lightly wry smile as he started to run his hands over the scales on Buldor’s body.

He slightly pushed them up to see what they were like underneath, and as he did... The scale that he pushed up in particular simply fell off, as if it was barely held in place before at all. There were even some scales directly around it that loosened up, and a few moments later, one of them dropped down.

"Well then... This does not seem good." The old man muttered, "How have you even been fighting with Buldor? After a single hit, so many of his scales would drop down." Eisen asked, and Gran crossed his arms in thought, "Gran no remember Buldor be hit much. More often, Gran be hit." He said, and the old man simply sighed out deeply.

"Fair enough, I guess." The old man said. If the attacks were more often than not just focused on Gran, then that made a little more sense. But even then... Scales being loose to this extent was really weird, and definitely unhealthy. It seemed like Buldor simply didn’t have an amazingly healthy body, or the fact that he was a soul kept the scales in place until Eisen interacted with them somehow. He didn’t know, it was possible.

But through this, one more thing was possible as well. Eisen stood up with the few scales that dropped down to the ground in his hands and walked up to Buldor’s snout. He looked deep into the ground-dragon’s eyes.

"Alright, this is a proposition to you, now." Eisen said, as he slowly created a visualization in front of him and Buldor so that he could go through it properly, "I will remove your scales from your body one by one, and fix them up with a special metallic mixture, before I try to help you put them back on. Alright?" Eisen asked.

After all, this was how divine realms, at the very least this one, seemed to work. While Eisen was watching the fights in some of the arenas, he watched someone’s hand be cut off just to have him simply reattach it again later by holding it up to his wound and by using some health potions.

If that was the case, then surely the same could happen with scales. Slowly, seeing that Buldor wasn’t completely opposed to it, Eisen first just tried to reattach one of the scales to Buldor’s body. He pressed it into the spot where it was before, fixed up the wound a little bit with some health jelly that was applied strategically, and then used the same health jelly to properly reattach the scale to Buldor’s body, as if it was never gone in the first place.

Seeing that this worked, Eisen didn’t have any worries about continuing with this ideas, and using his visualization ability, he tried to show both Gran and Buldor what the individual scales would look like in the end, and how he would use Buldor’s current scales in order to make them.

At first, both of them seemed hesitant, considering that Eisen was asking them if Eisen could remove the thing that Buldor thought was most beautiful about his body for a while, before crushing it up and mixing it with molten hot metal, to then form new scales with a metallic base.

Not that many people would be as excited about that idea as Eisen was, but once the old man explained the benefits of this, like the fact that this wouldn’t hinder Buldor’s mobility at all while also making others unsure if he was wearing an armor in the first place, the old man just saw two excited expressions that told him that he should do this.