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"My creator… please give me a name."
Alan nodded.
"From now on, your name will be Xander."
At first, he considered combining his own name with Alex—Alanxander—
But in the end, he chose something simpler.
Xander.
[ Name has been set. ]
[ You have named your second Guardian: Xander. ]
"Alan… what is this?" Sage Sticks asked, still staring at Xander.
Alan glanced at him.
"As you can see… it's a new magic created by someone named Mumud. There are many fields involved in this—alchemy, necromancy, golem creation, and such."
Sage Sticks nodded slowly.
"Mumud… who was he?"
"He was someone whose magic simplification theory was stolen by his master, Braham… and then presented to the world as his own creation."
Sage Sticks frowned upon hearing this.
"As expected from a demonkin… what else can you expect from them?" he said, shaking his head. "Still… even if that's the case, you used the bodies of previous legends."
"I know what you're saying," Alan replied calmly. "But it's better than letting them rot away. At least this way, a part of their legacy lives on."
He looked at Xander.
"This being carries a fragment of both Alex and Kruger… but it isn't them. It's their experience—the legacy they left behind."
Xander stood silently.
He looked like a handsome young man, with golden hair and blue eyes, and fair skin. His build was lean yet sturdy, and a fine cloak rested over his shoulders.
No one would think he was undead just by looking at him.
'Though… why did he end up as undead? Lucifer wasn't undead either when I created him…'
Alan thought for a moment.
'Maybe it's because of the many high-level bodies used. His level is much higher because of that…'
'So… if I use too many dead bodies, I'll end up creating an undead-type guardian.'
Alan nodded, understanding another aspect of Guardian Creation.
"Anyway, I'm going to the next island," he said, glancing at Sage Sticks.
"Just follow me… with him."
He then looked at Xander.
"As you wish, my creator," Xander replied with a nod.
"Alan is fine," Alan said.
Xander nodded once again.
"As you wish… Alan."
There was no need to waste time, so Alan immediately entered the 64th island.
Then—
He met Miner Gis.
Clack!
Clack clack clack!
The 64th island was a cave.
A massive, open space where minerals grew from every surface. Blue ores embedded in the ceiling illuminated the area with a faint glow.
At the center—
A Death Knight stood.
Gis.
He was enormous.
A giant skeleton, comparable in size to the orc warriors turned into Death Knights. Because of that, the pickaxe in his hand looked unusually small.
"A tanker… he must be really durable."
Kuwaaaaaang!
Alan didn't hesitate.
Using Quick Step and Holy Swordsmanship, he rushed forward with overwhelming force.
But at that moment—
Ttang!
Death Knight Gis started mining.
Even as Alan charged straight toward him—
Gis ignored everything and continued swinging his pickaxe.
"…Eh?"
Alan frowned.
It was absurd.
Why was he ignoring the enemy?
'Is his artificial intelligence broken?'
For a moment, Alan thought this might be easier than expected.
He even smiled slightly.
Chaaeng!
His sword struck Gis' skull—
But—
[ Gis is mining. ]
[ Gis is invincible while mining. You cannot deal any damage. ]
"Oh… so that's the setting."
Alan nodded as he read the message.
"Invincible while mining… then what if there's nothing left to mine?"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
He raised his hand.
"Black Hole."
A dark sphere formed above the cave—
Then expanded rapidly.
The surrounding space distorted as everything was pulled toward it.
The walls—
The ground—
Even the minerals Gis was mining—
All of it was devoured.
The cave collapsed in seconds.
Gis stopped.
There was nothing left to mine.
The moment his pickaxe halted—
His invincibility disappeared.
"That's it."
Alan didn't hesitate.
"100,000 Army Blockade Sword."
Boom!!
Chains of force bound Gis in place.
"200,000 Army Massacre Sword."
A heavy slash struck his body.
Crack—
"100,000 Army Mortality Sword."
BOOM—
The final strike landed.
Gis's massive body shattered—
And collapsed completely.
[You have defeated Death Knight Gis, guardian of the 64th island!]
[The 64th island has been cleansed!]
[As a reward for cleansing the island, you have gained one level!]
[Gis' Pickaxe has been acquired!]
[ Legendary Miner Gis's Soul Essence acquired ]
[ Gis power have been absorbed by the Rune of Predation ]
Ttiring~
[ Gis' Pickaxe ]
Rating: Legendary
Durability: 300/366
Attack Power: 190
The chances of acquiring advanced minerals increase by 20%.
The chances of acquiring the highest-grade minerals increase by 8%.
Mining skill level +3.
Mining speed increases by 150%.
Defense increases by 40% while mining.
There is a low probability of entering an 'invincible' state while mining.
A pickaxe that the legendary miner Gis cherished during his lifetime.
He valued it so much that he wished to be buried alongside it.
Conditions of Use: Anyone with the mining skill
Weight: 111
"Wow…"
Alan looked at the pickaxe with interest.
"Pagma even took this while digging his grave…"
He muttered as he stored it in his inventory.
"Pagma was a real bastard, huh."
Alan glanced toward the next island.
"So… what do you think, Madra?" he asked. "At this point, it's obvious. One of the remaining islands must have Death Knight Madra as the guardian."
—That bastard Pagma… he's lucky he's already dead. Otherwise, I would've killed him myself—even if I had to crawl out of Hell.
Madra replied angrily.
Alan chuckled.
"As you can see, I can also resurrect you," he said casually.
—Don't joke with me.
Madra's voice turned cold.
—What you created isn't resurrection. It's just a fragment… a legacy of those people. It's closer to necromancy. The only difference is that you didn't bind their souls—you only used the remnants of their experience imprinted in their bodies and lingering soul essence.
Alan listened quietly.
—I already have a successor. I don't need another.
Madra added.
Alan nodded.
"As you wish."
He paused, then spoke again.
"But can I—"
—Use my body to create another one of those things you call Guardians? Go ahead. I don't mind.
Madra finished before Alan could ask.
A faint smile appeared on Alan's face.
"Thank you."
Madra simply gave a low hum in response.