I have to say that the environment on Medusa is quite ...... Unlivable.

At least for someone like Debbit Zem Voyd, who should be classified as "ancient human" in terms of physiology and genetic structure alone.

He "wraps" a piece of the fur of a native creature to keep him warm—more precisely, to make it a very small tent within a short distance of his surroundings, because it is so hard in both skin and fur that it is almost impossible to make it fit perfectly to a person's contours.

It is hard to imagine that under such technological conditions on the home planet of the Iron Hand, human beings still have to rely on this very primitive means to ensure their body temperature. But, after all, this is the home planet of the Iron Hand, in a sense, the survival of the fittest is the only criterion here, for a "very unwelcome outsider" like Debit, "if you want to go out, you need to think about your own means of keeping warm" This level of "ignorance" is not even a dismount.

In fact, at the root of it, this is a crooked misunderstanding. Neither Ferus Manus nor the members of the Talon of Destruction had any intention of treating him so slowly. Even for the sake of his ability to observe the cosmic environment in real time, Debit should at least enjoy the treatment of the highest level of navigator.

The problem is that after returning to their home planet, the Iron Hand warband is in turmoil due to the return of the Father of Genes, and neither the original nor Astarte can spare their hands to take care of these details. If there is a different person here, it is likely that he will try to negotiate with others, submit an application to his superiors, try to trade or borrow from other mortals in the team, or just stay in place and so on, in order to prepare the supplies needed for his own operation - but, in this case, Debit is the most efficient, and he will only choose the "most efficient" way to deal with it:

He went out on his own, killed a random unlucky beast passing by in near-freezing temperatures near the Medusa airport, then skinned it, handled it briefly, and added magic, and just used it to keep warm, wandering around the planet to explore the leylines until now.

Even at the beginning, he even wanted to use industrial waste to make his own means of transportation. If it weren't for the sudden reminder that there was such a person, Adjutant Fish, who looked back at him as he was halfway through the chassis, perhaps Debit would have really relied on the little skill and magic he had learned on the Talon of Doom to get out a three-nil car with questionable reliability and use it to travel around the surface environment of Medusa.

Anyway, Debit now relies on vehicles provided by the Iron Hand Warband to move long distances on the ground - thanks to the friendly patronage of Adjutant Fish. But the latter didn't give Debit more insulation, and Debit didn't have a problem with that: he felt that the fur with questionable comfort was enough.

Adjutant Fish was not negligent in doing so: the dignified Start-Up Regiment certainly wouldn't be able to get even a few mortal coats, but there was a clear difference between the two for those on Medusa who were clearly "gifted by others" or those who were clearly "hunted by themselves". Debit himself may not have felt it much, but when he spoke to the locals in this not very good fur, the latter tended to have a little more sincerity in his answers.

Debit's limited memory capacity on a daily basis made it impossible for him to pay attention to these small things, just as now, standing at the foot of the sacred mountain of Karash, he didn't really care about the members of the Karagu clan of the Iron Hand in front of him. He was just magically operating the aerial drone he had modified in advance with the sensors that had been retired from the members of the Claw of Destruction, and while observing the movement of the underground spiritual veins from the perspective of a magician, he stared at the three-dimensional image of the sacred mountain scanned and recorded by the sensor on the data board in his hand.

"It's a bit misplaced." He finally came to the conclusion that "there must have been a number of geological changes here, and at present, the meeting point of the spiritual veins at the bottom of the mountain range has shifted from the place where Ferus Manus's amniotic tank landed 10,000 years ago, and the risk of performing rituals here is still high." ”

"But there's no better place to be." Enki, who was beside him, said, "The strength of the spiritual veins in the eyes of Medusa is also sufficient, but most of the 'fate' between there and Ferus himself is formed by the worship of later generations. Even in our universe, the distortions caused by the collective subconscious of human beings have created many 'innocent monsters', not to mention that in this universe, 'faith' itself is a force that can almost transcend everything. ”

The implication of this statement is clear: if the ritual that they had planned to "merge the dead original with his living remains again" was carried out in the midst of that strong prayer, there would be an additional risk that when the ritual was over, would it be Ferus Manus himself, or would it be the other "Ferus Manus" that had existed in the imagination of the members of the Iron Hand for thousands of years?

"There is no solution to this problem." Debbit, who clearly understood the meaning of the other party, retorted, "On this planet, the name Ferus Manus has long been deified by countless reverence. Even the mountain, which symbolized 'birth' to him, was only a strong connection to his cause and effect, which was relatively better for him to maintain his self-awareness. ”

Again, the Divine Thinker uttered a shocking remark: "As I said at the beginning, the best solution I recommend is on Istavan V. ”

"The stakes are too high, dismissed." Debit was expressionless, "The rules of operation of the two universes are different. It was only after he had overcome the notion of his own death that he was able to return to the real universe. For this universe, a ritual at the place where he once died on Istavan V. would most likely only push him back into his death. ”

"It's also a weapon that was designed and manufactured, so I can understand that he's definitely not that vulnerable." Enkidu shrugged, "We're one kind, and I can tell he's always looking for a challenge. ”

"It's not that problem, I said it, the risk is too high." Now that the data has been collected, Debit no longer looks at the datapad in his hand, and retracts all his exposed limbs into his fur cloak, looking up and waiting for the drone to fly back under the control of the demon, "If this is just his problem, I don't think he himself will refuse." But just like Fujimaru, he still has his unfinished responsibilities, and he can't die until it's done. ”

At the mention of Fujimaru Rika, Enkidu let go of the topic with a little regret: "That's really a pity. ”

Before the Lionmane and the Claw of Destruction parted ways due to the Emperor's astral language, Rika Fujimaru had already transferred the contractual relationship with Enkidu to Debit with the consent of all parties. Although the latter is difficult to summon Heroic Spirits with his own strength in the original world due to reasons that are not recognized by people, his magician qualifications and master qualifications still exist. After Enkidu himself expressed no opinion, the transfer of the contract went smoothly, and the protection of the servant's spiritual base after that was undertaken by Debit after communicating with Fujimaru Rika, and regularly using the imperial amulet made for him by the national religion foundation.

- Even in his original universe, the "baptismal chant" used by the Templar Church was essentially nothing more than a magic trick based on "faith", and whether or not it could exercise its power was not related to the strength of the faith, but to the magical qualifications. And after changing the universe, this part of the truth is also fortunate to be the same: maybe the emperor doesn't care about this little thing, or maybe Fujimaru Rika has already given him the green light in front of the emperor, at least as a qualified magician, Debit has not gone wrong in this kind of "small matter" of using this powerful base to make amulets.

"But you're right, I also think that having a ritual on this planet may not be the best solution." The drone returned to Debitt's side, and he reluctantly reached out from his fur cloak to grab the small machine with the power source turned off, "Why don't we go back and ask Ferus Manus himself if he has any other clue about his 'place of karma'." ”

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)