His conversation with Unica had been somewhat absurd, and Dole had no idea why Unica understood the word "friendship" that way.
Still, it was understandable. In a place surrounded by enemies, if one wished to communicate with other races and maintain ties, perhaps it was like human nobles marrying off their daughters—only by using people as bonds could those ties endure for the long haul.
But the Elf Race truly was beautiful: tall figures, exquisite features. What man of any race would not like them?
Unless he was a gnome or a dwarf. They were simply too short.
Dole thought maliciously.
Having sent out the formula, he breathed a sigh of relief. This matter could be set aside for now; it was time to check on the progress of the silicon-based clone.
With a completed silicon-based creature on hand, Dole was not afraid that the experiment would fail. Success was merely a matter of time. From here on, he just had to take things slowly.
By this time, Dole had already learned from others that Nightmare was spreading word everywhere that he possessed the Nightmare Meditation Method. After pondering it for a moment, Dole snorted in disdain. You think I'm like you, developing believers everywhere, invading other people's dreams, making sure everyone knows? Investigate all you want. The people whose dreams I invaded are basically all dead anyway—dead men tell no tales.
Dole was not afraid of being investigated. He could simply pin it on the Bone Demon God. If necessary, he could even reveal some of the Bone Demon God's secrets; it would not affect his own core in the slightest.
His true core now was the silicon-based clone. Once he created it, that would be the real ultimate weapon. What insect clone? What elemental clone? They were weak