Spending My Retirement In A Game

Chapter 906: Rejection

Eisen stared at his younger brother, rage flowing through his veins. But Silber's words still stunned him. It was like the words of him refusing were about to come out his mouth, but were holding onto his teeth because they didn't want to leave just yet.

The old man looked at his dying brother. Blood covered Silber from head to toe, and Eisen could tell that his brother's mana was fading away. This was a sign of impeding death; Silber was barely holding onto his very existence anymore. If Eisen didn't do what he suggested and tamed him, he would disappear right now.

If he died as Eisen's tamed monster, he could at least be resurrected, even if it would probably cost quite a lot of things. From what Eisen knew, specific materials needed to be offered up to pay for the resurrection. Especially with stronger or more unique monsters, this was even more so the case. That meant that, until Eisen got all the materials together, Silber would be stuck again. He would be unconscious, just waiting to be saved as he had been before. And that completely infuriated Eisen more than anything else he could imagine.

Taming Silber just felt... wrong. The only reason why he didn't 'set free' Caria, Melissa, and Sal yet was because they were just kids. They sat down together and decided that once they had the maturity where Eisen could feel safe enough that they would be able to last on their own, he would release them as his tamed monsters to let them live their own lives. There was no reason or proper justification for Eisen to keep humanoid, intelligent tamed like this outside of protection. With the kids, they at least started out different, but Silber? There was no way Eisen could feel good about this.

Eisen looked into his brother's eyes, "Are you sure you want me to do that? I don't.. I don't know if that's..."

"Oh, just do it, you big baby," Silber laughed, though his laugh quickly turned into coughs. His lips were quivering and his hands were completely shaking.

Eisen held onto his brother's hand, feeling his heartbeat grow weaker and weaker, "I'll wake you up soon again, alright? Just hold on tight."

"Just... make sure to prepare some booze for when I'm back, alright?" Silber asked quietly, and Eisen nodded, laughing slightly.

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And so, Eisen tamed his brother. A notification had popped up, but something was wrong with it. The 'system resistance' skill was starting to affect the existing windows like this. The screen was jagged and slightly corrupted, and right now it was to the point of making the text on it hardly legible. But even so, Eisen was able to tell what it said. It told him that he tamed Silber, that his taming skill levelled up, and then... on the third notification... that his tamed monster died.

He could feel Silber's hand go limp as his body fell apart into magic. That magic was absorbed by Eisen, who could practically feel his heart break in his chest. The people around Eisen were confused by what was going on, but he wasn't able to just fill them in.

"What happened?" Eisen asked, his trying to hold back his demonic voice from leaking out. One of the nearby guards explained.

"Something fell from the sky... a shooting star of pure metal, and seeing it approach, lord Silber caught it in his hands. A shell formed around his body, and he... contained some explosion within himself," the guard explained, and Eisen's eyes closed, as his fingernails dug into his palm.

"They fucking

bombed

us? Are you serioues?!" Eisen ground his teeth together, looking around more closely. He viewed the ambient mana in the surrounding, finding traces of compressed mana strewn around the area. The old man pressed down his foot, spreading out his demonic domain. Mana flowed out of his body faster than ever before. His body definitely wasn't capable of this before. Maybe ripping himself apart with that mana potion caused this side-effect, but right now, Eisen really didn't care all too much about why he could do this. All that mattered was that the ability activated, covering the entire city in a matter of a few moments.

The rocky ground cracked open, revealing glowing, golden crystals filling those cracks immediately. The air started waving due to the heat emanating from the ground. Just then, small, imp-like creatures rose up from the ground, picking up each small piece that was left from the bomb that Silber had caught.

The demonic servants brought those parts to the old man, who grabbed the small pieces and put it together. It was practically by instinct. Like he knew what this was beforehand. And that made sense; Samuel had never ever made anything himself in this world.

Even if he didn't build this particular one by hand, Eisen developed this bomb a long time ago. And now, it was used against his very brother. Eisen looked at the metal of the bomb.

"I really don't feel good about developing something like this. This is literally a weapon of mass destruction... it holds the power of numerous large-scale spells, it..." Eisen said, within his workshop. Xenia placed her hand onto his back in support.

"I know, I'm really not happy about it either... with this, even that weakling Samuel can take out any enemy he comes across. Plus, they're actually fairly cheap to make, so he can mass-produce them," Xenia pointed out, looking at Eisen.

But the old man just stared back at her.

"No. I'm not doing this right now," Eisen said, standing up from his seat. Xenia just stood there, frozen in time, as Eisen pushed his hand into the space in front of him. Like tearing down a curtain, the old man removed the veil, "I refuse to get lost in these useless memories right now."

He broke through, continuing to reconstruct the bomb piece by piece. Parts of it were bent or molten, shot into shrapnell. But they were all infused with a particular type of magic that Eisen did not remember seeing before. He didn't have to, though. He

knew

what this was. It was Samuel's magic, flowing through every part of this bomb.

Once he had gathered enough of the bomb, placing the torn-apart shards of mana-infused metal into place, Eisen pulled out the mana contained within. This bomb was special in that it could tear through magic as though it were glass, leaving it fragmented. That was why he had to reconstruct the bomb to some degree to get enough of the mana together to actually make use of it.

The remaining mana seemed to want to fade away, but Eisen contained, or rather entrapped, it in a special mana container. Holding that containr in his hand, the old man looked up at the sky.

"I'm never going to forget this, Samuel. I swear to my name, and to the hundred thousand years that you have trapped me in this world as your slave, that I will kill you with my very hands. And not just here. For all that you have done to me, I will find you, here and on earth, and I will deliver you to the afterlife myself. I will bury you in the underworld, if it's the last thing I do in this long overdue life of mine," Eisen said, his voice carrying through the otherwise completely silent city. He knew that Samuel could hear him. He knew that Samuel was watching. Not doing so would probably be the dumbest thing that toddler of a man could ever think of.

Eisen snapped his finger, and his mana immediately dissipated from the city as his domain was released and his demonic servants disappeared. The old man walked through the plaza and pushed open the doors of the summit building. He tore them straight off their hinges. His elemental spirit stepped out of his body and went to fix it in Eisen's stead, as the old man wasn't able to do it himself right now.

As he walked through the hallways, his friends caught up to him, but none of them could even think of opening their mouths as they saw Eisen's expression. After the shock dissipated, Brody was the first to speak.

"What's going on, man? What happened? Is Silber alright?"

Eisen glared at Brody, shaking his head.

"He's dead. But... he asked me to tame him before he did. Now I need to find stupidly rare materials to resurrect him," Eisen said, his voice surprisingly calm. Rather, his whole body, outwardly, was weirdly calm. That in itself was instinctively scary to the other originals.

"... What do we need to do?"

The old man looked at his friends, "It's time to kill some Transcendents."