“Grimwar,” Rick mumbled, staring at the Word-Transmission Scroll in his hand.

The small size of the scroll limited the information that could be quickly communicated. So Rick and Samira came up to set of shorthand characters to communicate easily.

And GD and a tick mark next to it meant “Grimwar Dungeon - Cleared.”

He read the Scroll again but still could not believe what he saw.

‘Wow! To defeat the Necromancer who stole from Sol!’ A smile appeared on his lips. He scribbled a thumb on the Scroll.

‘To think she will need my help,’ he chuckled.

The next moment the smile in his face disappeared. Something just did not add up.

‘”How is it possible for a Level 3 dungeon Necromancer stole a Volume of the Lemegeton from Sol?” he thought aloud.

“Show me the information on the Grimwar Dungeon” Rick instructed.

Flip Flip Flip

Rick looked at the page before him and gasped in shock.

It read Grimwar the Necromancer’s Dungeon, Level 12

“How is it possible?” he exclaimed.

The answer was right before him. Just as humans were getting stronger, the dungeon’s defenders could also become stronger.

The consequences of this happening were glaringly obvious to him.

“But right now I have bigger fish to fry,” he spoke aloud, convincing himself. “So who has the third volume?”

The Lemegeton flipped back to the previous page.

The two parts of the Lemegeton were finally with him. But the last volume was still missing. “Who has the final Volume now?” Rick wondered, opening the last lines of the script.

Rick felt a throbbing headache developing beneath his temples, making him want to pace about.

“How come everyone seems to be after my life?” he cursed, rubbing his temples. “As if I did not have enough problems!”

It felt like ever since the dawn of the Heaven’s Dictate, the queue of people wishing to see him dead was only growing longer.

“Started with the King, then the Eira-Alex duo and now this guy,” Rick recalled, grinding his teeth.

“What more, the Lemegeton is incomplete and I can’t count even expect the Hellic Legions to be a trump card”, he shook his head with a hollow laugh.

He slumped back on his chair, desolate.

“Peep!” (I am there), Pip called out from the top of his head, breaking him from his thoughts.

“You are right Who needs anything else when I have you,”, Rick chucked. With resolve in his eyes, he pursed his lips,“ “Let’s make some golems now.”

---

“That poor fool,” the ground rumbled as the voice echoed through the cavern.

“Is something wrong Totem Lord?” a slender face spoke up concerned.

“Nothing to worry about Veni,” the Forest Salvus replied. “We have to strengthen the clan quicker. There are hidden forces who will wish it harm.”

“Yes Totem Lord,” Veni replied, drawing her bow.

‘That poor fool,’ the Forest Salvus shook his head. ‘Grimwar’s dead. If he is back he will definitely come searching.’

The Green-Wood Clan had grown from the initial sixteen members to more than a fifty now.

Salvus looked over at the slender figure of Veni, his clan’s Leader, with a look of pride. Without a moment of rest, she won the respect of the entire clan and strengthen it single-handedly.

“This time will be different,” Salvus steeled his resolve.

---

Ding

“Yes,” Rick mumbled. Finally, his two and a half days of work paid off. He held the rough brown rock in the palm of his hands.

He succeeded on just his second attempt!

It was in no small part thanks to the Lemegeton. With the second volume back, the Lemegeton was gushing with all the knowledge he needed to construct the Lemegeton.

[Congratulations!]

[You have successfully crafted a “Low Ranked Worker Earth Golem “]

Ding

[Skill- Golemancy has been learnt].

[Golemancy - Novice]

[Proficiency- 1%

The host can craft low ranked golems.]

“Golemancy,” he repeated the notification.

Ding

[Please name the newly crafted “Low Ranked Worker Earth Golem”]

“Okay, What do I name it now?” Rick said. After a moment’s pause, he had her answer. He named the golem after the core.

Ding

[You have named the golem “Chameleonite”]

[Chameleonite]

Element-Earth

Golem Type: Low Ranked Worker

Golem Core: Level I

Rick perused through the Lemegeton to get the in-depth information.

“I can use this golem so easily,” Rick exclaimed.

He tossed the golem core.

Before the core even hit the ground, it swirled around midair. Earth Mana gathered and the golem took shape.

But this golem was different.

It was merely the shape of a blank mask, floating midair. The mask had no features, except for two hollow cut-outs for the eyes.

“What type of golem is this?” Rick was confused. He flipped through the Lemegeton, searching for the description of the golem.

As he read through the description, his eyes widened with wonder.

He grabbed the floating mask and placed it on his face. As soon as the mask touched his face, it stretched over, pulling on his skin and then fit in perfectly on his face.

He checked his face on the gleam of the carving knife on the table.

“This is amazing,” he exclaimed, touching his face. The features of his face had morphed into something different. “Even sis would not be able to recognize me.”

He touched his face and spoke, “Release”.

The Chameleonite core dropped off from his face and into the palm of his hand. His face returned back to normal.

“If I can make a few more of this, I can probably exchange them for dozens of cores,” he spoke looking at the core in his hand.

Although he was hoping to make a worker golem to take care of the herb garden outside, the Chameleonite golem was even better.

“We are going to make a killing Pip!” he burst out with joy.

“Peep! Peep!” she squeaked back.

He looked at the last remaining core in his hand. He sat back down, carving knife in hand.

---

While Rick was busy basking in the glory of his golem creation, the Library settlement outside was caught by a storm.

The Celestial Devotee gang that ran the settlement was combing the entire place, picking through every straw looking for a man carrying a chicken.

Last seen a few days ago, walking into the Library Settlement.