The Innkeeper - Chapter 1112: Naraka
If Lex had known he’d be put on the spot like this he would have never made the sword to begin with! Or maybe, he would have just spent some time thinking of a name. Should he use a pun involving his name? The Lexicon?
No, that was dumb. Should he fuse his and Orin’s name to pay tribute to the sword maker? Lorin? Orix? Hmm, still pretty meh.
Butter knife 2.0? It was tempting, but the sword deserved a serious name that sounded cool and intimidating at the same time.
Time seemed to slow down as thousands of names went through Lex’s mind, but the more he thought about it, the worse his ideas became. Although, admittedly, that was because Lex kept thinking of different renditions of the Lexicon.
Once he was truly convinced that he could not give his sword a name based on a pun, he thought of a name seriously for a moment. Since he had somewhat reluctantly admitted that he had anger issues, sometimes, and whenever he faced a foe, he didn’t just want to defeat them, he wanted to punish them, Lex decided to name his sword after hell.
But calling his sword hell did not sound right. In that case… he decided to name his sword Naraka, which was hell in Buddhism from back on earth.
As soon as he decided on the name he felt the connection between him and the sword strengthen. The aura of the sword finally stopped changing, and the persona of the sword was finally formed. It gave off the incredible heat of dragon fire, and radiated the wrath of hell. It was a weapon to punish and torture his enemies, and lay waste to any who stood in his way.
It was a little extreme, to be honest. Lex was a peaceful guy. He never picked fights. In fact, when others picked fights with him, he did his best to end those fights as quickly as possible. But since he had a sword now, he might as well keep it.
Lex channeled his sword intent into the sword and the silver sword began to give off a white light, which made sense since his sword intent had become visible as of late.
“It’s incredible,” whispered Lex, looking towards the exhausted Orin.
“The first kill of this sword needs to be worthy of the blade,” Orin said, as he slowly picked himself up. “If you get an unworthy kill as its first, then it’s bad luck.”
Lex frowned. Where was he going to find a worthy kill? It wasn’t like he kept a bunch of enemies in the basement so that he could kill them whenever he wanted.
“Searching for such an enemy will be a hassle,” Lex said.
“But you must do it. Do not let the first blood your sword feels belong to a weakling. What did you decide to name it, by the way?”
“It is called Naraka, and represents sixteen layers of hell.”
“A worthy name,” he said. “Now leave me be. I need rest. My powers have not returned yet.”
“If you need rest, then in that case…” Lex pulled on his connection with his sword, and it disappeared inside his body.
Grinning in satisfaction, Lex grabbed the dwarfs shoulder as well as Luthor, and teleported back to the Inn.
“Take some time to rest up here. You’ll recover much quicker here than anywhere else.”
Without giving Orin a chance to protest, Lex teleported away. This did not count as kidnapping. Orin was just a grumpy old dwarf who would never admit he liked or wanted to do something unless someone forced him. Like a young child.
Lex was about to hop into the ORR to reconstruct his hand so he could leave when he received an unexpected notification.
Quest complete: Host a Deity!
Quest reward: Holy Shoot!
Remark: You forgot to do this quest, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?
Lex paused, and refused to acknowledge that he had forgotten about this quest. Orin was a deity, or rather, he became a deity after receiving the worship of other dwarves for so long. More importantly, becoming a deity allowed him to live beyond his natural lifespan and ensure the continued success of his race. But even as a deity, it was weaker than the Heavenly tree. After all, strictly speaking, he was not a Mythical being.
Lex shrugged and checked out his reward.
Holy Shoot: A shoot of a vine that grows grapes filled with divine energy!
He sent the vine to the turtle. He could see that it had a lot of potential, and not just to make amazing wine! Divine energy was actually not easy to accumulate, so having a fruit full of it was amazing.
But for now he had to heal his arm and then return to the Origin realm after fifteen whole years. He actually felt a little excited about it.
“Hey Lex, before you leave the Inn, don’t forget to look at the refugees from earth.”
“Ugh, they’re fine. I am not going back there.”
“Hey, just because they made a few bad movies about the Innkeeper does not mean…”
“A few bad movies Mary? They wrote fanfiction novels about the Inn workers falling in love with each other. They wrote the masked Tyrants backstory being that he was actually shy which is why he wears masks! They made a movie about how Harry is actually cupid just because he’s a Glamour Sorcerer. They… they…”
“Alright, alright, you’re just upset because last year you won the title of Forever alone in their annual genocide survival party.”
“God dammit, I’ve had a girlfriend before. Besides, this body is 15 years old! It’s not exactly appropriate for me to date right now.”
“Hey, hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I believe you. But you still have to check up on them. They’ve been requesting help again. It might be another monster in their realm.”
“Tell Z to go check it out. Since they love him so much, he can do it.”
“Are you jealous that he got a monument?”
Lex snorted. He was not jealous.