《The Adventures of the Mask Maker》Another Day at the Tavern Part 2
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After receiving the items from Speedy and Shiyo, I activated Maker's Domain. Taking the radiant demon blood and demon orc blood, I mix them with my blood. The Maker's essence in my blood help remove all negative effects. Then, I condensed and refined the blood until it became a blood pill. Once I ate the pill, I began cultivating and circulating the effects in my system for a year. Now, as mentioned before, while in my domain, any number of years passed is not even close to a second outside. Soon after I finished cultivating with the pill, my speed, strength, defense, and regeneration increased by x2 while all other capabilities increased by half. Satisfied, I deactivated my domain.
As I prepared to leave, a timid voice called out to me, "Can I get a mask made out of chocolate?"
I turned around and sees Timon Meerkat - an explosives expert. "Sure, now is this for eating? What attributes do you want on it?"
"Can you make it such that taking a bite of it would allow you to survive without air, water and food for a day." Timon asked, "Here is a couple of kilograms of chocolate, and take this fire dragon's nose hair. It's useful in alchemy."
After receiving the orders, materials, and payment from Timon, I began to work. Activating my Maker's Domain, I took out the couple of kilograms of chocolate and condensed and shaped it until it took shape of a simple mask. Since my client wants the mask to be edible and allows the user to survive without air, water, and food for a day after one bite, I took out a vial of Desolate Bacteria (this bacteria has been know to survive very harsh conditions; also very harmless to other species) and a tail of a Mint Lizard (a lizard that tastes like chocolate chip mint when eaten). I ground the tail to a paste and mixed it with the vial of bacteria. Then, I pasted the mixture onto the chocolate mask while chanting numerous incantations. Only when the paste fused into the mask did I stop chanting. Adding a bit of Maker's Essence to the mask, I completed the creation. I appraised the mask and here is the results:
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Eternal Chocolate Mask: C-rank
No cooldown
Can be destroyed (so use carefully)
No-limit
Edible; Mint Chocolate flavored
Stamina Drain 10% per hour
Enchanted Normal Mask
Special Attributes:
Increases magic power and combat power when eaten x2
Special Skills:
Mark of the Desolate Bacteria - passive; when a bite of chocolate is eaten, user can survive in harsh conditions without air, water, and food for a day
Growth of the Mint Lizard - passive; regrows mask after each bite
Satisfied, I deactivated the mask and handed it over to Timon. "Enjoy!"
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An hour later....
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A huge ruckus exploded in the Tavern. Looking at the source of direction, I see Shiyo being chased by a couple of girls. As they neared my table, I overheard that the girls wanted to capture Shiyo. Thinking of a good opportunity to make a business deal, I called out to Shiyo, "I can make you a mask...for a hefty price."
Desperate, Shiyo said, "What mask? I'm listening."
"It will let you evade anything...questions, orders, people, capturing...although it won't stop others from finding and following you...but no matter how hard they try to catch you...you somehow escapes from their grasps like a slippery snake."
One of the girls tried to threaten me not to make the mask, but I ignored her. I looked at Shiyo and said, "What do you think?"
"My Savior!" Shiyo exclaimed, "What is the price? Name it!!"
"Your blood...one jar full."
"MMMMMy BLOOOOD!? You mean the Demonic Orc's blood right.... You won't get anything good with my blood."
"I need your blood to make a mask." I replied nonchalantly. "When wearing this mask, I can summon you like a supporter to help me make my enemies fall asleep."
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Shiyo didn't answer for a while. He kept running around in circles. When he was finally caught, he looked around desperately for an ally. I shook my head and looked him in the eye, "Do you have a choice? I am your only ally."
"F-fine...just don't do any shady things with it." Shiyo said in defeat. He took out a knife, slashed his hand, and trickled out a jar-full of blood.
I take the jar of Shiyo's blood and stored it into my backpack. Then, I activated Maker's Domain. I take a jar of Evasive Water (this water evades all things and can be found in the clouds of the Middle Planes). Although, this water evades all things, in the Maker's Domain, it is helpless. I forged the water to make a mask and add an Eternal Ice crystal (ice that is eternal, never melts). The ice crystal freezes the mask. Then, I add a drop of my blood that is filled with Maker's Essence onto the mask. The blood spreads and covers the mask as I chant incantations. After the blood fuses with the mask, the mask turns red then purple and finally stops at blue. Satisfied, I appraise this mask:
Evasion Mask: B-rank
No cooldown
Indestructible
Binds to User (Shiyo) - can't be stolen or used by anyone else
No-limit
Enchanted Normal Mask
Stamina Drain 10% per hour
Special Attributes:
Increases speed x2
Special Skills:
Evasion - escapes from anything the user deems harmful; passive skill
Turn to Water - when caught, can escape from capturing device by turning user into Evasive Water (lasts 1 min per use)
Finished, I deactivate Maker's Domain. I looked around and saw Shiyo restrained by some sort of bindings. I flicked the mask onto Shiyo's face. Shiyo immediately turned into Evasive Water and slipped through the bindings.
"Godly mask." Shiyo exclaimed as he ran off. Now whether or not he was captured later on is his story to tell not mine.
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