Mize’s power, and her strange, inexplicable ability, defied conventional logic.

None of it made sense in a typical framework, but if there was one thread that ran through her profession, it was the concept of breaking realities.

That alone formed the core of her existence.

Liam slowly turned his head, eyes narrowing with a trace of curiosity as he observed the newly formed being standing before them.

There was a flicker in his gaze, faint but evident in his eyes.

Perhaps interest?

'Tier 8 peak?'

'Fully functioning body, no flaws in the structure. And his physical strength...'

'Judging from the way his body moves alone already tells a lot'

'but still... '

He paused mid-thought.

Something shifted in his expression, his pupils darkened, almost as though strange, writhing tendrils danced within them for the briefest second.

Then, he discerned the figure's body as if he was analyzing.

'So he's a master of physical and warp energy at the same time'

'she crafted him to walk the dual path'

Liam’s thoughts flowed steadily as he took in the scene before him.

His gaze shifted to the other ten blades nearby, then toward the broken blade legion sprawled across the ground, green-armored figures.

The way they had carved through monster ranks earlier… their coordination at both long and close range… armed to the teeth without a single wasted motion.

It seems every one of her creations is a dual-path master, he mused.

His expression held a quiet, thoughtful depth.

Then Mize’s voice came from beside him, airy and a little too casual, “Should I create two more? I think one isn’t enough.”

Her words snapped him out of his thoughts.

He turned to her, finding her doll-like figure gently tapping a finger against her chin, eyes narrowed as if genuinely torn on her next move.

Liam chuckled under his breath and gave a soft smile. “How many can you make right now?”

She blinked. “Right now?” Her finger tapped twice more before she nodded slowly. “Probably two more?”

Her head tilted ever so slightly as she added, “For anything beyond that, I’ll need to wait until my mental energy reserves recover.”

"Or else I am probably going to faint on the spot"

“Ah, right,” Liam nodded, the reminder settling in. “I tend to forget sometimes that your profession doesn’t run on the usual fuel.”

Her power system was different, fundamentally so.

Unlike most professions, especially like his own, Mize’s path followed a completely separate logic.

Belief.

Mental energy.

While the vast majority of professions functioned using the warp energy.

Mize’s world was different.

Her strength came from the weight of thought, from sheer force of how much her mental strength can handle.

But one thing was certain: her mental strength was unmatched.

Like a mountain, immovable and unshaken by most forms of mental assault.

Eventually, Mize gave a light nod to herself and proceeded.

She began creating two more of her strange warriors.

But by the time the third one formed, counting the first, her body swayed slightly.

A sudden pallor drained from her face.

Without hesitation, Liam moved.

One hand lifted, barely a flick, and Mize’s body was drawn toward him, featherlight, until she settled onto his lap.

She let out a small breath, shallow and uneven.

Her shoulders sagged.

Her body felt fragile, barely able to support itself.

“It really is a universal law,” Liam muttered quietly, “that when your mental reserves hit bottom, your body shuts down. And the myriad races used this a breakthrough to create artifacts that exploit this one fatal weakness. Draining u and causing you to be weak instantly.”

Mize shook her head, though her movements were slow. “It wasn’t like this before,” she murmured. “At most I’d just get a dull headache… but overtime things feels different.”

Liam’s expression turned slightly.

His voice dropped an octave, low. “Which means something’s wrong, Mimi.”

His eyes narrowed, the weight of his words settling like a shadow in the space between them.

Liam didn’t ask her anything at first.

Instead, he extended a hand, summoning a gentle healing spell with a calm flick of his fingers.

A soft glow pulsed from his palm, warm, steady, but the moment he hovered it over Mize’s chest, something odd happened.

The light began to dim, sputtering faintly like a candle touched by wind.

His brows drawn subtly, a flicker of displeasure passing through his eyes, though his face remained blank.

Without a word, he reached into his storage bag and pulled out several high-grade elixirs.

Tier 7s, tier 6s, the ones you wouldn't be able to see on the weekdays.

The flasks glinted with essence, their golden liquid swirling within.

One by one, he uncorked them, gently guiding the contents down her throat.

Still… nothing.

Not a single reaction.

I see… His mind stirred behind still eyes, thoughts unraveling.

He didn’t press further. Instead, he waited.

And eventually, Mize stirred on her own. Her breathing steadied, her limbs found their strength, and at last, her voice returned to normal.

The first thing she noticed, however, was Liam’s eyes, filled with quiet scrutiny.

She blinked, then gave a sheepish smile, scratching the side of her cheek with one finger. “Umm… What?”

“Tell me,” Liam said slowly, “did you do some modifications on yourself?”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Y-you mean… my body?”

“No.” His fingers moved deliberately, dragging lightly across the front of her chest before stopping right at the center. “Your mental strength energy.”

“Did you do something to it?”

“Ah.” The sound slipped from her lips as realization flickered in her gaze.

She nodded, almost reluctantly.

That was all Liam needed.

He let out a quiet breath, fingers brushing the bridge of his nose for a moment.

His eyes shut, just briefly, then opened again, sharper now.

“Do you remember when the Goblin Lord used a certain item to drain your energy?”

“Y-yes?” Mize replied, a little thrown off.

Her head tilted, expression puzzled, clearly not following where he was going with this.

“Your reaction to that item even surprised him,” Liam said, and without warning, flicked her forehead.

She yelped softly and covered her head with both hands, pouting as her eyes searched his. “You mean…?”

“I meant exactly what I said.” His tone didn’t shift. “I caught the look on his face when your body went limp. It was brief, but there was surprise. As if even he didn’t expect the item to work that well.”

“Which, frankly, it shouldn’t have.”

Mize stared, blinking slowly, still trying to connect the dots. “Soooo…” she dragged the word out, clearly not quite there yet.

Instead of answering her directly, Liam shifted the question without warning.

“How much did you increase it?”

“I-increase what?” Mize blinked, already guilty in her tone.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mimi.” Liam reached out, lifting her chin with a slow touch.

His fingers brushed over her lips, light, teasing, as if coaxing the truth from her mouth itself.

“Your mental strength. How much did you increase it?”

“Ah…” she hesitated.

“Umm…” Her eyes flicked to the side, then back again.

Her fingers fidgeted slightly at her lap. “A hundred times?”

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“…A hundred?” His voice turned flat.

The next second, he reached out and pinched her cheek without mercy, tugging it with increasing pressure.

“Do you even understand how dangerous that is?!”

“Aw aw aw aw!” Mize’s voice pitched into a squeak, her face twisting as her eyes welled with helpless tears. “I-it’s fine! I’m doing fine!”

“For now, you are…” Liam muttered, clearly unconvinced.

He grabbed her other cheek, tugging both sides at once, stretching her porcelain-like face as her mouth twitched and puffed like dough.

“Why didn’t you modify your body to handle the side effects?” he demanded. “You didn’t even think of that, did you my idiotic little princess?"

Mize blinked, then gasped. “Ohooo!” Her eyes suddenly lit up with innocent brilliance, as if struck by inspiration.

Liam’s eye twitched.

Without hesitation, his palm came down on her head with a sharp chop, making her flinch with a soft squeak.

“You’re absolutely helpless,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

“Ark!”

Then, inwardly, Mize began retracing her steps, trying to figure out exactly where she’d gone wrong.

It didn’t take long.

Her eyes suddenly lit up with realization, hands clasping together as her voice pitched, “Ohooo"

“Ohoo this.”

Pak!

“Ark!”

Another firm chop landed right on her head.

She recoiled with a pout, glaring daggers at Liam over her shoulder, her lips curling in protest.

“What was that for?” she snapped, gnashing her teeth with a fury that resembled more of an angry kitten than anything truly threatening.

“For being an idiot,” Liam replied without missing a beat, his voice as dry as sand.

He gave her cheek a light slap, not enough to hurt, but plenty to annoy.

Mize’s pout deepened, cheeks puffed.

She turned away in a huff.

"Sulking is the best thing you know, huh'

"how about fixing that body of yours before it exploded? You are of the divine path, not an omnipotent being that can't be killed."

"I know... I know... I will do it later" Mize grumbled silently, arm crossed, and she began to envision a type of skill in order to counter the issue.

But then, a subtle warning from her instinct gave her a headache.

Warning that her current mental reserves wouldn't be enough to do it.

'guess, I will do it later then'

She murmured, and then...

She turned her head to the side, scrutinizing the newly created figures just now.

One was an elderly man dressed in immaculate white robes, hair tied back with the calm elegance of someone who'd seen centuries pass.

The other was a stunning woman, curves wrapped in a lavender dress that shimmered faintly.

Names?

None.

Mize hadn’t bothered naming them, didn’t plan to either. She’d rather let them choose for themselves.

Except for Harapan that is.

Her own naming skills weren’t exactly something she had much confidence in.

Her eyes then flicked to her assembled force, her top combat units now lined up in besides her.

At the edge of her vision, Saka lingered, receiving a dangerous sidelong glance.

With this lineup under her command, the current wave wouldn’t last long.

It was time to stop playing around.

“No point wasting time on this wave anymore,” she said cheerily, a spark of mischief dancing in her voice.

Liam’s head turned toward her, sensing the shift.

Mize tilted her chin upward, voice bright with intent. “I’ve decided to wipe them all out. Full force.”

She raised her hand with a casual, commanding gesture.

The ten blades, and the three newly-forged Tier 8 beings, nodded in unison.

And in a blink, they were gone.

A blur, a gust of wind, then nothing.

They had descended into the battlefield below like reapers on silent wings.

“End this as soon as possible,” she ordered, her voice clear.