Chapter 625 The Perfect Test
"Hmm…" Rey looked at the Young One before him with an intense gaze. It was so intense that the young Elf was trembling as she wielded the blade he summoned earlier.
"Just as before… she can wield it well, but the effects aren't as high as they should be. The Stat Increase is even worse than Esme's…" He mumbled to himself as he went through her Status Window.
This was a B-Tier Specimen, the most mature of the Young Ones known as Deli. Rey had already swapped out Emil ever since abandoning the plan, so the real Elf was returned to the group.
Of course, he used Magic to make it seem like she had always been a part of the group, though since he didn't really have a Mind-Related Skill, he didn't have the ability to rewrite her memory or make her remember things in detail.
She just believed everything he told her due to his Hypnosis Spell.
As for her performance as his Test Subject, she wasn't doing poorly at all. In fact, she did better than his initial specimen.
'It seems like the higher the Class, the better the effects of the Item. But I don't understand. Why wouldn't they just be restricted from using Divine-Tier Weapons altogether?' Rey rubbed his chin as he stared at the girl beside him.
'It seems like the higher the Class, the better the effects of the Item. But I don't understand. Why wouldn't they just be restricted from using Divine-Tier Weapons altogether?' Rey rubbed his chin as he stared at the girl beside him.
Humans could not wield items beyond their means, but the Elves could. The Item's effects would be nerfed, sure, but that didn't make it less unfair.
'I only made this Divine Weapon to be a strengthening Item. What if I imbued it with special properties… like Magic? What then? Will the Elves have access to that Magic—even if it's in a lesser form—while humans wouldn't be able to conjure anything at all?'
It was indeed an unfair scenario.
'Ultimately, the Elves have the advantage here. It's just so strange that they are such pacifists when they have most of the benefits associated with this world.'
If they chose to be conquerors, like the Dragons did, then perhaps the world would have already been under their control. 'When I think about their extreme views on humans and other races, I fear for what would happen if they were ever violent.'
Rey shrugged those thoughts aside and decided to run more experiments.
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[Moments Later]
'Alright. Looks like I've figured out how this works.'
Right now, Rey and the Elves were floating in the air, within the confines of the barrier he created. Naturally, the Boss couldn't detect them, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.
Each Elf had a Divine-Tier weapon on them—ranging from bow and arrows, to swords, spears, twin daggers, staffs, and many more—and each of those weapons also had effects assigned to them.
Some amplified Magic Spells, while others produced certain kinds of Magic, or effects that appeared like it.
They essentially functioned like Enchanted Items.
'The effects are indeed nerfed in proportion to their Class, but they're usable nonetheless. That means the Elves can pretty much use any Item without restriction, including their powers, but it'll just be downgraded.'
He even served as target practice for the Elves, letting them fire all sorts of attacks at him to test their intensity. For example, fire blasted from a weapon wielded by a C-Tier Elf wasn't the same as the fire blasted from the same weapon, but wielded by a D-Tier one.
After studying them to his satisfaction, Rey was impressed by their performance. 'Yes, it's a bit disappointing that they get weaker in the wrong hands, but this is still a big step up. After all, the boosts are still legitimately good.'
Plus, he couldn't downplay the effects of some of the Divine-Tier weapons.
'They're ready.' He smiled to himself, nodding a little as he stared at the forty-eight.
With a single snap of his finger, the effects of the low gravity around him and the girls vanished, and they descended to the ground.
"KYAAAAAAAAAA!!!" The Elves all screamed, but their loud bawlings were cut short when Rey activated a Spell to make them all land safely.
Once he did this and they were safe from the horrid fate that would have awaited them otherwise, they heaved sighs of relief as he shook his head.
'They could have easily used Magic to save themselves, but they're just so clumsy.' He was beginning to worry that he made the wrong assessment.
However, he shook his head and strengthened his resolve regardless.
"Alright, listen up everyone. This is what will happen." Rey raised his voice, folding his arms as he looked at the frightened women.
"First of all… I'll be taking your Elder hostage." Within a second, the floating bubble that held Gratiana appeared by his side.
"W-WHA—?!"
Before the Elves could respond and jump at Rey for his treachery, they felt their entire body grow weak.
The sweet, irresistible smell from before had returned.
"Second of all, I'll be abandoning you here. When you wake up, you'll have to face the Boss Monster by yourselves."
The Elves tried to resist, but they all fell on their knees, shivering as drool fell from their mouths and their eyes were rolled up.
'Ater told me of their custom, and how it works. I never realized I would smell so good to them, but after seeing their reaction that time and referencing it with what I already know, I suppose it makes sense.'
Rey wondered why Esme never went crazy like the rest of them, but he chalked it up to her being a Half Elf.
"Finally, you must do your best to survive and return to save your Elder. The clock is ticking, and I'm not a very patient man." He said to them.
'Ultimately, this is the perfect final test for the viability of my weapons, as well as a way to observe how they'll operate when faced with such pressure.'
With the Divine Tier Weapons—even in their nerfed states—they were indeed more than capable of taking down the Boss Monster.
They could even kill it.
'But will they? Well, I won't be sticking around to find out…'
After all, this was the perfect moment for him to begin his plan to harvest all of the resources for himself.