I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 689 Runewords (Greel's Stone)

"The tactics were well arranged."

"It's just a trick. If it were a speed-type superhuman, it would have run away long ago."

Besides the many extraordinary "big shots" in the conference room, someone and Xinmei were also watching the battle in the principal's office.

The two gave different evaluations of the battle in which the 'grave guardian' used the terrain to restrict the 'corpse fire's' movement, and then used a premeditated 'meteor spell' to kill the opponent.

"To be able to kill the opponent cleanly and efficiently with the same peak Tiger level strength is already a very impressive performance."

In a good mood, Yu praised: "That's right, the 'Gravekeeper' and the 'Corpse Fire' are equally strong, both at the peak of the Tiger level. However, by utilizing the uniqueness of their abilities and creating terrain advantages, they took down their opponent in one move and achieved a fatal blow."

Even as his creations—lower-level creations made by the ancient Egyptian high priest Imhotep—they could achieve such remarkable results.

Yu was naturally generous with her praise.

He no longer needs to create everything himself; the forces he has developed are enough to create even more extraordinary beings.

At the same time, this world is not only used to prepare for the great collision of light and darkness, but also to fill a gap in another mythology.

Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, and Yu's gaze fell on the mirror in front of her.

Construct various pantheon legends and make them work for you.
It's not an easy task either.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Amazing!"

Behind the hillside thousands of meters away, they scrambled to their feet from the still-trembling ground.
Looking into the distance: lava flows, forming a giant crater like a volcano, all of which amazes the black-robed priestess Fatima.

She did not accompany High Priest Imhotep on his campaign, and thus had no chance to witness the extraordinary abilities of the man who could withstand a nuclear bomb without losing his hair, easily bury the Middle Eastern tyrant, and resurrect his lover through a sacrifice.

The gravedigger who defeated his opponent with a single meteor strike was undoubtedly a "strongman" in the eyes of her and her partner, Ali!
"Hmph, I'm too weak right now."

However, the white-haired ancient Egyptian boy who flew in looked quite displeased.

"If it were our peak, fine, but now I only have one 'card' and a small amount of 'bar' left. Here you go—"

With a wave of his hand, the white-haired boy sent two strange 'stones' flying toward Amir.

"These are the 'runes' that the other party is carrying."

Amir took the two stones and looked at them blankly.

"This is?"

These two stones are about the size of a fist, with a smooth trapezoidal shape. If it weren't for the mysterious and ancient symbols on them, they would look like pebbles picked up from a stream.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that this simple yet profound symbol, seemingly unchanging, is also subtly dynamic at all times; there is no trace of artificial carving on its entirety, as if it were formed entirely by nature, clearly not an ordinary object.

“Runic runes,”

After saying that, the white-haired boy, known as the 'Gravekeeper Ability User,' looked up at the 'sky.'

"This plane is most likely under the control of 'Yahweh'."

"The appearance of 'runes' is perfectly normal."

what?
"grown ups,"

Amir looked up in confusion and asked.

"Wait a minute, aren't runes something from Norse mythology?"

What is the connection between Yahweh and Norse mythology?

"Ah,"

The white-haired boy floating in the air chuckled at the question.

"The Aesir, the Vanir, and their 'World Tree' were destroyed around, well, four thousand years ago for you, by Ragnarok."

"Yahweh's faction got a huge windfall, acquiring a considerable amount of the 'legacy' of both gods—"

Pointing to the 'rune' in Amir's hand, the ancient Egyptian tomb keeper explained:

"So it's normal for this kind of thing to appear in the world."

Of course, the so-called 'Runes' are actually the Grell Stone from the Naruto world.

This is a special type of mineral vein, a crystallized product of natural energy, which can be directly absorbed and transformed into life energy or chakra. For example, craftsmen who make ninja tools use it to create weapons that enhance natural energy, and it can even allow people to fuse with the mineral to increase their power.

Ah, this...

Amir froze.
The Church of Yahweh actually went to "loot" Norse mythology?
But considering the timing, it seems about right. I just didn't expect something like this to happen.

"Later, Yahweh's faction even tried to seize our Egyptian power, but they were defeated and fled in a sorry state."

"Do you really think our great Egyptian pantheon is the extinct Aesir?"

And this thing?

This must have happened before the 'Exodus'.

Amir was deeply shocked to learn these secrets about the pantheon from this 'card'.

"My lord, what is the use of these stone runes?"

Amir's inquiry

The white-haired boy rolled his eyes at him.

"how could I know?"

“These mere runes are nothing more than external forces.”

"Only by mastering the divine arts of my great Egypt can one stand among the strong—don't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains, that's not right."

After saying that, the white-haired boy shook his head.

What you do is none of my business.

It's clear that this 'gravekeeper with superpowers' is strong, but he still has the typical mindset of a teenager; when he encounters Amir, a good-natured 'peer,' he can't help but say a few more words.

"The battle is over. Let me return to the 'Gladiator's Book'."

"Thank you so much."

He bowed respectfully to the other person.
Amir's respectful attitude made the white-haired boy's lips curl into a slight smile.

"Since this world has 'runes,' there must be a way to use them: go ask the local natives."

After giving Amir a final hint, the 'Gravekeeper' transformed into a beam of light and flew back to the massive stone slab, becoming a mural in the style of ancient Egypt: adorned with gold, agate, and jade, holding a sun staff, exuding both heroic vigor and solemn majesty.

Then, the huge stone slab began to shrink and flew back into the 'Dark Gladiator's Book at Amir's waist.

“Fatima, Ali, let’s go.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The wilderness outside Rogue Encampment,

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~ Blood Crow is too strong!"

"Yes, if it weren't for Yukino's 'Nether Slave', we almost wouldn't have made it back."

Four disheveled teenagers helped each other back to the scene, with several arrows still stuck in the body of Tatsuki Yuuto, who was at the front.

However, they were not the worst off. The worst off were the several 'Nether Slaves' wearing power armor following behind them, their bodies riddled with arrows. At first glance, they looked like porcupines: it was practically a supernatural version of the 'Borrowing Arrows with Scarecrows' technique.

Chen Yuexue is one of these 'underworld slaves', an inheritance she received from her adoptive father.

At first, they could only be used as cannon fodder to explore the way.

Later, when they had money, they were all equipped with power armor: although it was an outdated model, once they were equipped with guns and cannons, they became a group of fearless mobile firing points.

Aside from being slow, it has transformed from a simple cannon fodder into a large cannon fodder with decent firepower!

In any case, it was all thanks to these 'armored Netherworld Slaves' covering the rear;
They weren't shot into a pincushion!

No, with the principal's 'near-death teleportation' mechanism in place, students participating in the exchange meeting won't die so easily.

Although this exchange was hard to describe.
"Ok?"

Teams from other directions are also returning.

"Those are people from Russia and England?"

Saki wiped her face and turned to look at the group of metal cans clattering towards her. The English 'Royal Knights' were a group of plate-armored knights, and the Russian 'Silvermane Iron Guards' were all heavily armored; if you didn't know better, you would think they were knightly orders from this world—for example, on the walls of the Rogue Encampment, the patrolling archers and spearmen already had their arrows nocked and their weapons raised.

"Stop—"

A woman clad in red armor appeared on the city wall, which was dozens of meters high.

It was when Saki and the others entered the city that the 'Kasha' who had warned them said: she seemed to hold a rather high position here.

"Who are you?"

Even from a distance of over a thousand meters, the female archer's voice easily reached the Russian and English ranks.

“Joan,”

Upon hearing the leader's low question, the boy beside him, accompanied by a giant white wolf, slightly raised his head.

"Peak Tiger level".

In his perception, the red-armored woman on the distant city wall had already reached the peak of the Tiger level.

Those soldiers were all superhumans; and within this massive military town, there were also...
'The boy from another world,'

A voice suddenly rang in Joan's mind.

'No need to spy; there are only a group of poor people who have lost their homes here.'

? !
"what happened?"

"Qiao An, is there some other formidable enemy?"

Noticing the change in the boy's expression, Da Mao's group anxiously inquired.

This young man is the 'eyes' of their Silvermane Iron Guards; if anything goes wrong, they will all be held responsible.

"No,"

"The people in power in this town have invited us in."

? ?
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"finally reached!"

"Woooooo~~~"

"It's safe now, it's safe now—"

On the other side, a group of hundreds of refugees arrived with the elderly and children; upon seeing the towering walls of the Rogue Encampment, they burst into cheers: laughing and then crying.

"This is called crying tears of joy," as Poison Island 10087 explained.

"No explanation is needed,"

Hearing Busujima 10087's self-talk, Tokugawa Shizuka raised her hand to cover her forehead, but the fact that she took the initiative to speak was already a big step forward.

This exchange was a breakthrough in her abilities; for Poison Island 10087, it was a breakthrough in her mind.

In fact, they don't need to look for any 'extraordinary opportunities'.

"Everyone, the camp is just ahead!"

The middle-aged militiaman gave a shout, urging everyone to put in even more effort.

Then he turned to face the two alien girls, put down the spear in his hand, and knelt on one knee.

"The righteous deeds of these two heroes will surely be sung far and wide—if you do not mind, please let me become your servant; I will fight for you until death takes me away!"

If Tokugawa Shizuka hadn't lured away the 'Tree Head Fist' and if Busujima 10087 hadn't killed the remaining monsters, these hundreds of people wouldn't have made it this far: in this chaotic kingdom, corpses everywhere are their future.

"unnecessary."

Tokugawa Shizuka stepped forward and extended her hand amidst the middle-aged man's dim gaze.

"We come from a faraway land, and we will surely return home; so, during our time here, could we ask you to be our guide?"

"It's my pleasure, madam!"

A heavy punch landed on his chest, and the middle-aged man agreed.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Brother Amir,"

"The other teams have arrived one after another."

In one area of ​​the vast camp, a clanging and jingling sound echoed continuously from the various workshops.

The smoke and fire billowing from the chimneys made the air temperature much higher than elsewhere, and with half-finished sword blanks and hides hanging everywhere, it was clear that this was the blacksmith's area!

The girl in black robes whispered to Amir that they communicated in 'Ancient Egyptian' in private, a language that would baffle not only people in this world, but also most language experts in the 'main world'.

The girl used yellow sand to form an eyeball.
It can move and fly autonomously to scout situations, like now.

Sand Spell: Three Eyes
"Um,"

Amir nodded.
It's normal for other teams to arrive at this camp.
Even if they were just as 'unlucky' as them and were directly teleported to an area with powerful monsters, no one knew what trump cards each country had this time, as all countries had sent their elite forces.

His most important task right now is to figure out what he has in his hands—

"Hey, adventurers, are you looking for me?"

A tall, fit woman pushed open the door and strode out, enveloped in a wave of heat.

“I am Charsi, the manager of the blacksmith district at Camp Rogue: though I prefer dealing with felt and metal.”

As a massive 'camp' housing hundreds of thousands of people, there is naturally more than one blacksmith here: hundreds of blacksmiths work day and night to forge and repair guns, swords, armor, and arrows. It is thanks to their support behind the scenes that the warriors on the front lines have the weapons to fight against monsters.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

This blacksmith was a boisterous man, not only tall but also quite skilled: at least the black-robed girl Fatima instinctively hid behind Amir.

That guy's fist, as big as a millstone, could easily turn her into two little pancakes on the spot.
"Well, blacksmith Chashi, I'd like to ask you about this—"

As he spoke, Amir pulled two 'stones' from under his robe.

"Rune?"

Seeing these two stones,
The tall female blacksmith, Chasi, became serious.

"It's runes number three 'Tel' and number six 'Is'. Not bad luck, you guys took down that monster leader?"

"The corpse is on fire,"

Amir replied that he had already been to Akara and received a reward from him.

To enhance an ability: Amir refused this 'enhancement' and instead gave the opportunity to his two friends.

As a disciple of High Priest Imhotep, he only needed to follow in his teacher's footsteps to reach the Demon level. He didn't need any external help. On the contrary, Fatima and Ali both used this method to master 'sand' magic.

"Great, that underground cave has already swallowed up quite a few adventurers."

A female blacksmith named Chasi slapped a nearby iron ingot with delight, causing the three Egyptian priests to stumble.

"So you want me to help you socket 'runewords'?"

As he spoke, the blacksmith stretched out his large, fan-like hand.

"Give it to me,"

"Equipment and runes that need to be socketed!"

"Master Chashi,"

The opponent was of Tiger-level strength, so Amir, adapting to local customs, spoke up again.

"What is the term 'inlaid runeword'?"

???

Now it was the tall female blacksmith's turn to be puzzled.

After scanning Amir and his two companions several times to make sure they weren't there to 'play a trick on' them, the burly female blacksmith seemed to be deep in thought.

"Are you adventurers who have just left your hometown?"

Otherwise, it's impossible that they wouldn't even know about 'runewords,' the most fundamental way for adventurers to become stronger.

(End of this chapter)