Mark shook his head. He had a serious expression on his face as he silently observed everything that was going on. "A player or NPC?"
Damon shook his head. "Nope. He is an item spirit."
More accurately, he is the item spirit of this metallic fortress. This guy is the metallic fortress, and the metallic fortress is him. Just like a sword spirit or something like that."
"I was able to share some of Azuna’s memories when I bound with her, and I learned quite a few things. This guy is actually pretty powerful."
Mark listened carefully as Damon explained everything he knew. "Azuna had been with him right from when she was just a seedling. I am not sure why or how, but this guy became extremely injured and came to this game world all on his own. He has been here for centuries, apparently, slowly trying to recover."
"Not just that. This guy’s knowledge is extremely valuable. He knows a lot of things that we cannot even think about. His knowledge alone is an unparalleled treasure trove. The only problem is that he doesn’t want to cooperate."
Damon then awkwardly cleared his throat. "About before. I had to do all that to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to attack us. There is a binding system contract, and there is no way he should be able to break that. I still had to test it out. Even I am out of my depths when it comes to beings like him. He is not someone I can even dream of controlling."
Mark laughed. "I am not going to tattle on you to Kate. Is that what you are asking me?"
Damon awkwardly laughed again. "There is nothing to tattle to begin with. Just a strategy I had to adopt to make sure this guy listens to me. Come on."
Mark still only laughed, not giving him any sort of assurance.
Damon could only give up. His attention shifted back to La Rocha, who was still seething in anger. While it was true that he had absolutely no way of controlling him, he still had a vague idea about how he could threaten him into submission.
If he was not wrong, then the relationship between him and Azuna should be...
Soon, almost an hour passed by when La Rocha’s punishment was finally beginning to wind down. The bolts of system-inflicted energy were fewer now, the frequency slowing. The once-proud item spirit now lay sprawled on the cold metal floor, his form flickering faintly, like a dying dog.
His defiance hadn’t broken entirely, but it had cracked enough that his next move would be a calculated one, not a reckless outburst. He was learning, painfully, that Damon’s authority was real.
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