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Chapter 2380 Guild Leader Venera

Chapter 2380  Guild Leader Venera

Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Crafting Colosseum, Inter-realm city, Sector DS0909, Chaos Dwarven District, EGGG Workshop. "Get up. I don't like such formalities," Wyatt said, gently lifting Moon by her shoulders. His tone was firm yet not unkind. He looked her in the eye, his expression a mix of curiosity and mild surprise. "I'm sure if we talk openly and honestly, we'll be able to reach a compromise that benefits us both."

What had caught Wyatt off guard wasn't Moon's desperate offer to become his slave or her plea for him to show generosity toward her race. It was the nature of her request: to modify the Frosling race's sole title demon core method, Frosell. Now that was a project worth considering—one of significant value. But Wyatt was clear neither Moon or her race had the means to afford his expertise for something of this scale.

"Master Crafter, does that mean you'll consider helping my race?" Moon asked, her voice trembling with hope. She tried to resist his strength but found herself standing regardless, feeling both vulnerable and desperate.

Wyatt smirked faintly, crossing his arms. "Sure, I'll consider it. Generosity isn't exactly my strong suit, but I'm sure we can work out some kind of deal—something within your race's abilities, of course." His gaze turned calculating as he considered the possibilities.

To Wyatt, the Frosling race represented an intriguing prospect. An upstart race with great potential, they might someday rival the Snow Elves—or even surpass them. If they were willing to follow his arrangements, he didn't mind helping them modify their title demon core method and more. With his Primordial Soul Pupils and the vast knowledge of the Infinity Library, such a task was hardly a challenge for him.

The true allure, however, lay in the long-term benefits. With minimal effort, Wyatt could create an entire race that owed him allegiance for generations. Whether the Froslings were currently "worth it" didn't concern him. What mattered was their potential to grow into a semi-ruler class race. Helping them was a calculated risk—but one he was willing to take. After all, you win some, you lose some.

He studied Moon, her determination etched in every line of her face. For him, this wasn't just an act of generosity; it was an investment with the potential for immense returns.

"Thank you, Master Crafter. My race will forever remember your generosity." Moon's eyes sparkled with hope, her voice trembling slightly as she processed the verbal agreement from the unknown demon merchant. Her heart raced with a mixture of relief and anxiety, praying that her race either already possessed or could somehow meet the Master Crafter's expectations. Otherwise, everything she'd done would have been in vain.

Wyatt nodded, a faint smirk on his lips. "Alright, before we proceed, let me properly introduce myself. I'm Venera, the guild leader of Ezra's Genuine Goods Guild—EGG Guild, for short." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the trio before him. "You can stop calling me 'Master Crafter.' Just call me Venera."

As Moon's face lit up with realization, Wyatt's under his mask expression turned more serious, his eyes did not fail to convey them to the trio. He shifted his attention to Dulas and Biore, adding with a calm but firm tone, "Yes, Venera is just part of my real name. I'm not sharing my full name or other personal details until my native realm is secure. I trust you all understand the importance of keeping certain things private."

Dulas, ever curious, tilted her head and asked, "I wasn't going to ask about that. I just want to know—why is the guild named after Ezra if you're the guild leader? Is it because it sounds cool?"

Her question hung in the air, prompting Biore and Moon to exchange incredulous looks. Both seemed to silently wonder if Dulas was serious. Wyatt, who was more familiar with Dulas's skewed sense of naming, exhaled deeply and shook his head.

"No, it's not because it sounds cool," he explained patiently. "The guild is named in honor of our vice guild leader, Ezra Foolhar—the Chaos Dwarf I mentioned earlier. He was supposed to be the guild leader, but since he's always busy with crafting, he handed the position over to me to manage the guild's operations."

Wyatt's explanation was calm and straightforward, but his eyes briefly softened as he spoke of Ezra, hinting at the mutual respect between them. Dulas nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation, while Moon and Biore exchanged subtle glances, processing the layers of trust and responsibility implied in Wyatt's words.

"Venera, will we be able to meet Senior Ezra?" Biore asked eagerly, his eyes sparkling with admiration. He figured that someone even Venera respected so highly had to be a master craftsman of unparalleled skill.

"Yes, if you join the guild, you can meet him when he's free. You'll also be able to contact him to clarify any doubts you have about crafting," Wyatt replied smoothly, selling the illusion of his dual identities as "Ezra" and "Venera" to both the Dwarves and Moon. With a reassuring smile, he added, "There will be a small test to determine your eligibility for the guild. It's just a formality, though—I'm confident you'll both pass easily."

"I'll apply right away," Biore announced with his usual enthusiasm, his confidence unwavering in the face of the test. However, Dulas furrowed her brows, her unease evident as she asked, "Venera, can you tell me what the test will be about? That way, I can prepare beforehand."

Wyatt chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Dulas, the test is about loyalty to the guild. A firm resolve and a good heart are all that's needed. You have both in abundance, so there's nothing for you to worry about," he reassured her with a warm smile, hoping to ease her nerves and encourage her to apply without hesitation.

In truth, the test involved an interview with Clown Mask through the demon codex call function. Clown Mask's unique ability would ensure they had no intention of betraying the guild's interests. Though both Dulas and Biore had already demonstrated their loyalty by choosing him over their family and race, Wyatt felt it was best to formalize the process. This would also give him peace of mind about bringing them into the Seed World without hesitation.

While the Dwarves enthusiastically began their applications to join the EGG Guild, Wyatt used the time to notify the other guild members. He emphasized that they must keep their true identities and any information about their native realms strictly confidential for the safety of the Card World. Although Clown Mask's approval would guarantee their loyalty, Wyatt understood that slips of the tongue or lapses in self-control could still happen. For now, he decided it was safest for the guild to remain strictly professional until he could confidently ensure that even a ruler-class entity wouldn't target the Card World because of him or the EGG Guild .

His gaze shifted briefly to Moon, who stood quietly, her expression a mixture of hope and wariness. Wyatt's thoughts drifted, wondering if his bravado had been enough to fully convince her. He needed her faith in him to be unwavering—enough for her to stand firm against any naysayers in her race and persuade them to agree to his terms.

After all, what he planned to ask of the Frosling race in return for his assistance wasn't going to be easy for them to accept. It would be a tough pill to swallow, but it was non-negotiable. Wyatt knew that for his plans to succeed, Moon had to see him as the key to her race's survival and advancement. Her conviction in him had to be strong enough to inspire the same resolve in her people, even if it meant challenging their traditions or enduring criticism.

His lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he considered the delicate balancing act ahead. If Moon's determination matched the spark he'd seen in her eyes earlier, then perhaps she was the linchpin he needed to set everything in motion. But if doubt lingered in her heart, it could derail everything.