Ultimate Level 1-Chapter 435: Gnomes... Gnomes... Gnomes...

From there, it was comical how easily he had broken these things like a child's toys in a teenager's hands.

Originally, a few gnomes had come to watch the fight but had fled upon seeing how one-sided it was. Soon, he was back in the room he had left a little bit ago.

Summoning his dimensional storage, he found Gazbnar near the entrance, both eyes widening as the light from inside reached the absolute dark place.

“It appears you and I both live for another moment,” Max said as he reached inside and grabbed the gnome by his purple suit. “Now then, let’s continue our conversation.”

A cry of pain came as the older gnome was deposited on the ground, and Max put a foot on his chest.

“Where is Nimyn?”

Spit flew upward, missing him completely as his captive scowled. “We don’t give up family! Worse is coming and when they arrive–”

“They will die like the rest,” Max said, interupting the gnome.

Turning his attention to the room, he pointed at the artwork and all the bookshelves lined the wall.

“Is this stuff valuable?”

Once more fire began to form around his hand and then a jet of flames raced at a wall, engulfing the section he had aimed for.

“Don’t! Those can’t be replaced!” Gazbnar exclaimed. “Do you–”

Applying pressure with his foot, Max shook his head as he cut the gnome off.

“I don’t care. I’m going to tear this place to the foundation and perhaps destroy every inch of this property you call home. Every gnome or anyone else who tries to stop me before I get what I come for will die.”

Gazbnar was gasping for air, one hand on Max’s boot, trying to lift it off his chest.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

Shaking his head, face all read, the gnome protested.

“She… Nimyn just returned. I know she has something but not what… where she is… I don’t know.”

Easing the pressure of his boot, Max studied the gnome for a moment.

I believe he is partially telling the truth. His eyes and face seemed to react only to where, not what.

Do you think she would keep what she stole a secret?

If the truth about how rare they are is real… perhaps I’m beginning to understand why gnomes are no longer wanted in your world or perhaps others.

While he spoke, an item appeared in Gazbnar’s left hand and the gnome grabbed Max’s ankle.

Recognizing what it looked like, he didn’t hesitate.

[ Phasing ]

A silver ring went through where his ankle had been and a look of surprise filled the older gnome's face as Max stepped back.

“You–”

No other word came as Max’s weapon came forward, blade piercing the gnome's chest, still phased.

“That was a poor decision,” he stated.

A look of relief came as Gazbnar grabbed at the weapon, finding he was still alive and not dead.

“Hah, you–”

Blue eyes went dark as Gazbnar’s mouth opened, and a spurt of blood gushed out. Then he went still as the blade returned to its usual self, still embedded in the gnome's chest and heart. 𝖗𝓪𐌽оʙĘⱾ

A wave of cold washed through him as notifications passed by.

“That was not a smart move at all,” Max said out loud as he stored his weapon, grabbed the ankle of the corpse, and tossed it into the dimensional vault he had not yet closed. After that, he bent down, grabbed the ring that had fallen to the stone floor, and inspected it. He could sense something similar to the item that had imprisoned him on Igarra’s world.

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It would appear that stupidity is a common trait among many. What are the odds that more of those exist on other worlds?

Before this, I would have imagined it being less, but now… it would appear that perhaps many worlds operate in some ways off of things like that. I doubt most have the ability to acquire them yet, but if one could…

Grunting, he stored the ring and finally paid attention to the smoke that was filling the room.

Take care of the rest of it. We’ll try that other door.

Bob didn’t wait, sending fireball after fireball at the other walls and torching the books and other flammable objects.

You did mean it when you said you would burn it down.

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Crushing the head of the automaton that had been grasping his ankle beneath his boot, Max turned his attention on the older two gnomes who were running to a set of metal doors, attempting to stick a card into the slot it belonged.

Thirty-seven of these things… we’re definitely costing them a lot of tokens.

Bob’s laughter came as he sent one last bolt of lighting at the pile of metal scraps they had created.

His wounds were healed already and the few that had come from whatever energy weapon was used didn’t do much compared to Gazbnar’s.

He moved slowly, letting the pair and their shaking hands get stable enough. The two metal doors swung open as they began to rush inside.

Moving with his real speed, Max was upon them like a predator, having simply toyed with his dinner. His hand now grasped each one by the back of their necks and lifted them upward, stepping into the room they had tried to run.

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High above, the lights he had first seen when he looked down through the windows continued to float in the air slowly.

Ignoring their shouts and struggles, he moved along the orange carpet, walking to where the first display was. An old hat with a spinning crystal flower was suspended in midair.

“Put us down! We’re going to tear you apart!”

Sighing, Max shook his head.

“It was Gludarao, right?”

“Gudarno! Gudarno Flukepitch!” she shouted.

Her brown hair fell over his gloves and bracers, yet Max didn’t care.

“And it was Niziver?”

Grunting, the gnome slapped at the hand that held his neck, not replying.

Summoning his dimensional space again, Max tossed the pair in, grinning as they shrieked at the sight of Gazbnar's corpse.

“We’re going to talk while I look at these things. I suggest you both take me seriously when I tell you I’m looking for Nimyn and nothing is safe until she is in my hands.”

“I’m never going to tell you about her!” Gudarno exclaimed. The look she was giving him could curdle milk or worse. “She’s already probably gone to another world!”

Max smiled and turned to the pair who had done the same as the previous captive, finding an invisible wall that blocked their escape.

“Then I’ll keep searching until no world is willing to offer her a place to stay. I’ll burn down all of them until I get back what was stolen.”

She knows what was taken.

Yup. You can see it in her eyes. Besides, it’s easy to see that is her mother.

Ignoring the pair and the sobs of the male gnome, Max summoned his weapon and after making it into a large two-handed hammer, positioned himself from the old hat.

An overhead swing shattered whatever protective barrier had been in place, smashing the hood to pieces and earning him a shriek from both gnomes.

“You fool! Do you know how much that is worth?!”

Her mother is a feisty one…

Moving to the next case, where a pair of gloves hovered, he repeated the process, crushing and destroying it while ignoring the sounds of protest coming from his vault.

Nine more items found their fate beneath his weapon when the air around him began to almost crackle with energy. Max turned toward the two doors that still stood open, hearing the sounds of heavy steps coming.

Moving quickly to where his Vault was, Max got in a position, shield out, and a claymore was now in his hand, looking to see what was coming toward him.

A standard-size gnome with an ugly purple outfit and the crest upon it was chasing after the ugliest gnome Max had ever seen.

Unlike the rest, it stood about nine feet tall and was a conglomeration of flesh and metal. Half of its face was the original part, and the other, as Bob had informed him, was a finely crafted robotic one.

Thick, grotesque arms with pistons and stretched purple and gray flesh were covered by metal resembling plate armor, specifically built for it.

Beyond a few joints, each part of his body had a weird green metal he had never seen for protection.

“This is the one?”

Its voice sounded like it was being spoken in a box.

“YES!”

“Now you’re going to suffer,” Gudarno said from behind, her voice almost happy from the tone.

“You… Ifrit. Champion of world TYR-80921. Please do not resist and return with me for judgment. Your actions are not approved. You have no authority on this world. Failure will result in your termination.”

One eye had a red gem that moved in sync with the real one and its face didn’t exhibit any emotion as it spoke.

“Uh… Can I ask who you are?”

A black metal card appeared in the oversized gnome's hand.

“I am CP-8D0. The council has routed me to this position where news of your actions has been heard. The Flukepitch family has filed a formal complaint and you must be held for a hearing in which you will be charged with destruction and loss of life.”

“And what if I told you that Nimyn Flukepitch stole something from me on my world and attempted to kill me?”

Its head twitched slightly from side to side in its oversized neck and shoulder area.

“That does not matter. Section 4058X8028 dictates that all complaints between worlds must have the council's approval. As you do not have that, you will be required to surrender. Please put down your weapons and surrender.”

Laughing, Max shook his head and pointed his weapon at CP-8D0.

“I’ll do no such thing, and you can tell the council or anyone else who might be listening. The two Flukepitchs aren’t going to escape and will most likely die because they won’t turn over Nimyn. I’ve survived multiple world champions and even the attempt on my life by their daughter. Trust me when I say this…”

Glaring at the creation of flesh and metal before him, Max felt his lips curl.

“I’ll burn down anyone who stands in my way. On any world.”

CP-8D0’s head twitched slightly, and then two five-foot-long curved swords with two power cores each appeared in his hands.

“Then I must use force. According to Section 8675349, you have forfeited your right to a trial.”

Lowering himself slightly, Max grinned.

“Indeed I have.”

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