Izumaru's travel notes

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock on the door woke Magna, who was sleeping on the workbench.

"Who is it? I don't take orders today."

Magna yawned, shouted toward the door, and continued to lie down.

"Boom boom boom!"

"I said I won't be open for work today!"

Magna roared.

"Pay back the money."

A voice suddenly came from behind Magna. The other party was startled and turned around quickly. He looked at the huge white dragon in front of him with wide eyes, and then leaned on the workbench again.

"I must be dreaming. How could a monster come to me and ask for money?"

"Oh? You don't even recognize my voice? Plasma Hunter Master Magna?"

With one word, the spiked spear was instantly thrown out and pressed against the opponent's throat.

"Who told you?!" Magna stared at him with cold eyes. Apart from him, the only person who knew about this matter was that guy who didn't know whether to live or die. There was no way a third person in this world could know his identity. Unless that guy...

"Am I as bad as you think?"

After seeing through Magna's psychological activities, Takamiya also put away his playful nature and used his natural voice again.

"You really are..."

But Magna seemed to have misunderstood even more, and the spear in his hand began to catch fire.

“…You’re not done yet, little redhead!”

Seeing that Magna was still not stopping, Chonggong became anxious and grabbed the opponent's fire spear. A ball of cold air spread from his palm, directly extinguishing the opponent's flames and turning the workshop into a world of ice and snow.

"you!"

Magna suddenly became furious and picked up an ancient sword on the workbench. Suddenly, a hot breath emanated from the sword.

"Is that the greatsword forged from the lava core of that Super Grungon? It's really something special."

Looking at the huge sword that was chopping down at him, Yizumairu snorted coldly and held up an invisible barrier to block the sword, but he could still feel the scorching heat.

"What a powerful sword!" Izumaru praised generously, but Magna was shocked. How did this guy know...

"You bastard..."

Fire burned in Magna's eyes, and he and the greatsword unleashed a powerful force.

"Go berserk? But the power may not be enough."

Izumaru looked at Magna, whose whole body was burning with blazing flames, and exuded an even more fierce frost, which easily suppressed Magna's burning soul. But what surprised Izumaru was that the flames of the greatsword were not afraid of wind, frost, rain or snow, and still burned fiercely.

"This great sword is really interesting."

"What!" Magna was really shocked, not because the other party easily defeated the flames on his body, but because of the "violent" that the other party mentioned. Even Chonggong hadn't described this power. How could it be...

"…You still don't believe me, Magna?"

Yizumaru looked at Magna helplessly. This guy...it must be said that he was really loyal to his friends, but sometimes...he just couldn't think straight.

But I can't blame him. I've encountered so many troubles on the road. Not to mention him, even my own mother might not recognize me if she came.

"Okay, okay, I can't prove myself, but this can't prove it?" Yizumairu summoned out the dark armor. This set of armor has been on standby in his body since he entered another universe, witnessing his changes along the way. It can also be said to be the only witness of his changes over such a long period of time.

The Dark Armor knew why his master had released him, so he began to explain. He also projected a rough outline of Izumaru's journey through his eyes, and skilfully glossed over some inappropriate scenes. Izumaru was very grateful. If Magna saw the past between him and her and the hugs, he would probably pester him and ask him questions.

Even with the confirmation of the Dark Armor, Magna still looked at it doubtfully.

"Are you really Chonggong?"

"If I were fake, do you think I would still knock on the door?" Yizumai Ru laughed angrily, looking at the other person with his hands on his hips.

"But...how did you..."

Magna rubbed his eyes, still unable to believe that this was the little guy who used to hunt monsters with him. But the video recording of the Dark Armor could not be faked. So he had to believe that this was the guy.

"As you saw just now, a lot of things happened to me along the way. Before that, I had some problems with my body. I tried many methods but couldn't cure it. Finally, I was cured in that universe, but I became like this. However, it seems to be much better than before. At least, it's not that scary now."

After Izumaru finished speaking, his whole body glowed with emerald green light and he turned into a fifty-meter-tall human male.

"This is who I am."

"Wow! You're actually from Earth!"

Magna was even more shocked, Earthlings.

"Are you surprised? I'm not the only Earthling. You know that Earth has also entered the space trade. Is it rare to have a few Earthlings in the universe?"

Takamiya shrugged, walked skillfully to Magna's refrigerator, picked out a bottle of peach-flavored non-alcoholic sparkling wine, took a sip, and it still had no taste.

"Hey, don't treat this place as your home, okay?"

Magna felt a little unhappy when he saw the other person being so familiar with him, but he was still very happy that his friend was still the same as before.

...

"So with such a large Molten Core, you only made this one sword?"

In the workshop, looking at the big sword in Magna's hand, Chonggong touched it curiously. The burning breath on it made his hand slightly red.

"I can't help it. Although the lava core is ridiculously large, the usable part is unexpectedly small. It is not easy to make this sword. In addition, because the power of the core is too strong, many materials cannot withstand such high temperatures. It took me a long time to find metal that can withstand such high temperatures and forge this sword."

Magna looked at the big sword beside him with a mixture of love and hate. However, Takamiya saw the charred palm of Magna's left hand and grabbed his wrist.

"what happened?"

"…It's still this sword." Magna was also a little troubled. Although he had found a material that could withstand such high temperatures and tried his best to forge it into this powerful sword, the high temperature was both his success and his failure. This sword…

"How should I put it? This sword is a master-devouring blade."

"Its power is too strong. If you are not careful, you may hurt yourself. That's what happened to me. I was too hasty and got burned because of my anger."

"Does it have a name?" Chonggong looked at the standing flaming sword.

"Why don't you come up with one?" Magna took a sip of wine.

"The flames will hurt people, or..." Chonggong thought of an old friend.

"Heavenly Fire Holy Judge?"