38 Garrik (1/2)

Garrik kneeled before his new master. ”How is this possible? I've been scammed numerous times and expected to be scammed again, but it worked.”

Mutyx laughed. ”Since yer going ta serve me until tha end o' time, I guess I can let ye in on a secret. I'm a god, tha God o' Crafting.”

Discovering Mutyx's identity, Garrik now knew how making an item like this was so easy for him. He didn't even question if Mutyx was telling the truth as he was his savior. ”It's an honor. I will do whatever you need me of.”

”Dinna be so formal.” Mutyx motioned for Garrik to stand up. ”I need ye ta help me around tha shop. Dinna worry, ye can do whatever ye want on tha weekends, any questions?”

Garrik stood up. ”I understand. Master Mutyx, I do have one question. I've been around for a long time and heard of the different gods here and there. You of course, Aphy, the God of Magic, and Hoemis, the God of Destruction. Are they also real?”

Mutyx nodded. ”Aye, they be. I know Hoemis be in tha floating city, but I have nae idea where Aphy be.”

Mutyx cleaned up the shop, turning off the lights, closing the doors and modifying the enchantment so Garrik could lock the doors and open it freely. He walked up to Garrik, who was admiring the green ring on his finger.

”Do whatever ye want for now. I've made it so ye can lock tha door. There's an empty room upstairs, ye can sleep there if ye want.”

Garrik nodded and Mutyx disappeared, leaving him alone. Being alone, he wanted to test out something. He grabbed one of the swords that were hanging on the wall and held it above his arm.

Garrik wanted to test if he was really unkillable. He switched arms, realizing that the arm he was about to cut was the one that had the ring. With a swift motion, he brought the sword down on his arm, cutting it clean off.

Garrik screamed at the top of his lungs as his severed arm dropped to the floor, spraying blood everywhere. It hurt, he didn't expect to hurt that much, but the pain soon disappeared.

Suddenly, the bleeding stopped and Garrik's arm started to regenerate. Bones appeared, then muscles, and then his skin. His arm was back and there was no trace of it being cut, except for the blood on the floor and the severed arm.

”It worked!” Garrik was thankful. Having his arm cut off was painful. If it wasn't for the ring, he would've probably passed out. He touched the new arm all around, seeing if there was anything wrong.

Everything was alright, but Garrik made a big mess. On the floor was a pool of blood, and a severed arm, he had to clean it up or his master would be mad.

When Garrik was young, he was a pretty successful mage, so now that he was back in his prime, all he had to do was cast a water spell that would clean the whole shop.

The empty room was just that, empty. There wasn't even anything in it. Since the room was empty, Garrik decided that he would just sleep at an inn. He left the shop and made sure to lock the door behind him.

Meanwhile, in the console, Karl, Hoemis, and Mutyx were all watching the anime. Mutyx had come not too long ago and joined Karl and Hoemis.

Hoemis and Karl have been watching the anime for a couple of hours before Mutyx joined in.

”That's right, beat them up,” Hoemis called out as he watched the fight scene.