Tenma and Chaos

Milim kicked open a massive door over ten meters tall.

"Ha! Giant Uncle, is my sword finished yet?"

"You damn Milim! Stop kicking down my doors! I've had to replace them three times this month already." A bald giant dozens of meters tall glared with both fury and helplessness as he poked Milim's head with a finger, lecturing her without pause.

Clutching her head, Milim hurriedly hid behind Lingling, still sounding unconvinced. "Isn't it just the cost of a few doors? Can't Lingling pay you back?"

"Hmph! You really don't act like an older sister at all." Seeing Milim hiding behind Lingling, the Bald Giant crossed his arms and snorted.

Milim poked her head out from behind Lingling and made a face at the Bald Giant. "Bossing around your little sister is an older sister's right."

"My, my! Milim is still exactly the same as when she was little. It really brings back memories." Charlotte Lingling sighed with a nostalgic expression.

Milim's face instantly turned frightening. She leaped onto Lingling's shoulder, grabbed her ear, and shouted, "What's with that older-sister act? I'm obviously the older sister!"

"Haha, hahaha!" Lingling and the giant exchanged a glance and burst into laughter together.

After they finished laughing, the giant waved a hand and finally got down to business. "All right, all right, enough joking around. Didn't you come to see the weapons? They're right here."

The Bald Giant stepped aside and revealed two weapons to the curious Milim and Charlotte Lingling.

The smaller weapon was Milim's weapon, Tie Tenma.

Overall, Tenma was a greatsword nearly as tall as Milim herself. Its blade was enormous and curved in a distinctive shape, allowing it to cover a wider range and deliver greater cutting power when swung.

Its edge was incomparably sharp, capable of effortlessly tearing through an opponent's defenses in battle.

The hilt was relatively thick, allowing Milim to grip it and exert force more easily. It might also have been decorated with mysterious patterns or markings, adding to the weapon's enigmatic aura.

The other was simply a gigantic greatsword. Its blade was huge and heavy, longer than Lingling was tall. The edge was incomparably sharp, and the blade might have had a metallic silver-gray sheen, perhaps engraved with mysterious runes or patterns.

This was the weapon Lingling had wanted, and Milim later named it Chaos!

The giant stroked the two weapons, his eyes filled with astonished emotion.

"Milim, what kind of creature did that blood you gave me come from? I originally thought it would be impossible for these two weapons to reach their current level, but because of that blood, I accomplished the impossible."

"It's truly unbelievable!"

"Hmph!" Milim snorted in dissatisfaction. "You want more? I want more too."

But inwardly, she thought, As if I'd give you any more blood. It took me so much effort just to get that tiny amount. Making a wound was hard enough, and even after I managed to make one, it healed the instant it appeared.

I worked so hard to save up that little bit of blood. Was that easy?

That was right—the blood used to forge the weapons had been Milim's. While preparing to forge them, Milim had suddenly recalled how swords had been blood-sacrificed in her previous life.

Driven by curiosity, Milim had wanted to see whether her blood could improve the swords. She had not expected much at first, since it all sounded far too mystical.

But now that the two weapons had truly been born, Milim finally confirmed that her blood did indeed have the ability to strengthen weapons.

Milim picked up Tenma and found it extremely comfortable to wield. She casually found a huge boulder and gave it a light slash. Tenma passed through it as easily as if it were tofu, splitting the entire rock in two.

"Giant Uncle, you did very well. I'm very satisfied."

"How about coming with us? Once Many Countries is established, you can be its Chief Artisan." Milim said happily, hands on her hips.

"Hahaha! Let's talk about that after you establish Many Countries. I'll wait for you here when the time comes." The Bald Giant laughed heartily as well, having truly accepted the promise in his heart. He believed Milim possessed that kind of ability.

"Ma ma ma! When that time comes, I'll be the queen of Many Countries." Lingling let out her strange laugh as well.

"Then I'll be the queen's boss." Milim added from behind her, unwilling to lose.

"The queen is the greatest in Many Countries. No one can be the queen's boss."

"I don't care. I want to be the boss's boss." Milim shook her head stubbornly.

"There's really nothing I can do with you!" Lingling sighed before speaking again. "Then you can be the Guardian Deity of Many Countries. Everyone will have to offer you delicious food. How does that sound?"

"Deal!" The moment Milim heard about food, she could no longer resist. She did not want any power anyway—she only wanted the grandest title. Becoming the Guardian Deity did not sound bad at all.

Charlotte Lingling understood her older sister very well. Her sister was completely unsuited to managing a country. Even when searching the seas for treasure, she worked only sporadically. She could lie on the table all day with a diary in front of her without writing a single word.

Although Many Countries had not yet been established, Charlotte Lingling could already imagine it being dissolved a month later if Milim were put in charge.

For the sake of her dream, she absolutely could not let Milim manage Many Countries. Milim should just be a proper mascot.

After leaving the giant's workshop, Milim and Charlotte Lingling returned to the Home of the Lambs. Looking at the house they had lived in for over ten years, Lingling's eyes filled with emotion.

Although this home had been swindled out of someone by her sister, the memories they had made living here over the years were real. Thinking of leaving this place forever and heading somewhere new, Lingling could not help feeling a little sad.

Milim, on the other hand, felt nothing much. Perhaps because her mind had already matured when she was young, more than ten years had passed and, aside from growing taller, her mentality had barely changed.

Soon, people began filing out of the Home of the Lambs one after another. Every one of them carried luggage of various sizes, and as they left, they looked back at the Home of the Lambs with lingering attachment.

But once they stepped outside the Home of the Lambs, everyone's eyes became resolute once more.

Then they all gathered together, their gazes focused on Milim as they waited for her next command.

Milim looked over the orderly crowd, a wild smile spreading across her lips.

"For our dreams, for a world where every race can laugh together, come with me and build our Many Countries."

"Then let's turn this world upside down."

"Many Countries!"

"Many Countries!"

People of every race waved their arms with fanatical expressions, shouting at the top of their lungs.

The young girl before them wanted to create a nation they had never even dared to dream of. If someone as powerful as her dared to do it, then what reason did they have not to follow?

Before long, the cheers died down. Led by Milim, everyone soon arrived at the shore and saw the massive ship upon the sea.

This was the Dream Ship, built together over the course of three years, carrying the dreams of everyone.

Milim stared solemnly at the massive ship before her. Her serious expression even startled Allen beside her.

Allen looked at Milim cautiously. "Big Sister, is there something wrong with this ship?"

"Yes. There's a very serious problem."