Soaring high above the eastern woodlands of the Wolfenstein Kingdom, the speeding Titan Slate flew with a sonic boom trailing behind it as Feihren hurried back to the dwarven village. He was not hurrying because he was being chased though. He was in a hurry because he was planning to start traveling back to Wolfenstein tomorrow, and he needs the production of ammunition to be finished before the day ends.

"I've cleaned up the stronghold well. According to the [Battlefield Scan], none were left alive. It's possible that a few of those people were adept at communication magic and might have reported amidst the chaos… Hmm, then I guess I'll have to 'hurry'." Feihren muttered to himself as the 'Titan Slate' burst forth with speed.

...

"Why are we even doing this?! This is just free labor exploitation!"

"Shhh, lower your voice. One of the Ranustin people is on our team."

"Who cares!? That Feihren bastard is definitely just using us!"

"Just calm down alright. Don't mess up our plans, just try to control your temper."

"It's not like he's getting away with all this nonsense, unscathed…"

The 4 non-Ranustin people in Feihren's party angrily rebuked him for making them do this pointless exercise. Magi Zeph could not hear their conversation as he was quite a distance away, as he was not really adept at socializing with these elites from the other kingdoms. The other 2 of these said 'elites' are together with Claire, Matthew, and General Rey on the other side of the pit.

"Shush, you all, don't compromise our other mission just because you can't handle some obvious trolling. I for one cannot wait to stomp that guy. Making us carry his load of useless items, then this? Humph, we'll see…"

In truth, instead of being from the major powers of the Blaz Continent, these 6 people were actually a hit squad from the Bainzen Empire, an independent state within the Blaz Continent.

Contending for power within the Blaz Continent was definitely a futile effort. The entire continent itself lacks the land area and sufficient resources to grow any of the kingdoms within it to a domineering power compared to the other continents.

In truth, the strongest power on their continent was the Ranustin Kingdom, but they don't even have enough power to seize a border kingdom such as the Wolfenstein Kingdom by themselves. These two kingdoms were so close that they were basically neighbors, yet until now, the Ranustin Kingdom did not dare touch the Wolfenstein Kingdom.

This was their goal; to seize the Wolfenstein Kingdom by themselves for the Bainzen Empire.

The sudden announcement of King Samson about sending 10 people instead of an army was highly rebuked by the other major kingdoms. But the announcement included the fact that a formidable person would be assigned with the party, so the other kingdoms did not have a say in it anymore. 

I the past few months, it had already become common knowledge that a person who might be a descendant of the god-like entities, Titans, had appeared. The news went on to say that he could obliterate an entire army single-handedly. This rumor was then given flesh by the King of Ranustin himself and the witnesses within the arena.

It was not easy for these people to acquire the superfluous requirements for them to join the 10-man party. Even though the other major kingdoms did not have very many elites that could qualify, it was a risky task for them to act like they were from the different kingdoms when they were all from the same place. Unbeknownst to King Samson, he had actually been played by the Bainzen Emperor. He might think that the majority of this advanced party was from the Ranustin Kingdom, but the truth was, they were outnumbered.

...

Feihren arrived before sunset.

Even though they were pissed, the 6 people from the Bainzen Empire had accomplished the task for the 'team-building exercise' as to not blow their cover too early. They gave Feihren around 4 large sacks of the collected ingredients. Then the party of 10 asked to be dismissed immediately for them to rest, as they were definitely exhausted. Feihren acted as a "kind-hearted senior" as he dismissed them with no further requests or questions asked.

'They didn't give in huh. They're even more strong-willed than I thought they were'

In all honesty, throughout their travels in reaching the dwarven village, Feihren had noticed the 6 people acting suspiciously. Within the first week he noticed that most of them were really close to each other even though they were supposed to be strangers from different kingdoms. Second was their habit of rotationally guarding him. Feihren was no stranger to being spied upon. So he could immediately notice someone observing him without him using any of his game skills. Feihren was just feigning ignorance of all this.

With all of these random suspicious acts, Feihren had a rough idea of what these people are up to. He was just pretending he had no idea what was going on. But he should at least do something... That's why, aside from pressuring them to bring along the entire carriage containing his low tier items, he purposely took advantage of them for free labor.

"Oh well, it's not that their work today wasn't useful." Feihren smiled as he stared at the sacks.

...

Early in the morning on the next day

Feihren hurriedly woke the party as he was all set to travel towards the Wolfenstein Kingdom. Heavy bags could be seen under Feihren's eyes, but this was somewhat contradicted by his high energy and energetic tone. What exactly happened last night? Feihren had successfully manufactured ammunition last night! The process was strenuous at first as Feihren had to switch between his two subclasses for the 2 main components of each type of round, the gunpowder and the bullet.

But the materials were sufficient for him to increase his efficiency throughout the night as he successfully produced numerous 9x39mm rounds. This was Feihren's priority ammunition as it was used by both his Divine and Custom-grade AK's. After that assault on the Wolfenstein eastern stronghold, he barely had a thousand of those rounds left.

"Sir, what is the plan for today?" General Rey asked with a serious face. He believed that it would still take a day or two for them to prepare entirely before they would start traveling.

"Ah, we are going to the Wolfenstein Kingdom this instant." Feihren quickly replied as they opened the door that leads outside the lodge.

Outside was the carriage that was used for carrying Feihren's items, but it looks a little bit different now.

Its chassis was shiny like silver, and the main body was entirely covered in reinforced steel. The wooden wheels were replaced with something that most of these people did not know about. They had naturally become rubber wheels. Most of these things did not come from Feihren's special blueprints, these were actually old blueprints from the dwarves themselves, but they hadn't produced them for a long time because of the lack of materials. Fortunately, that problem was a thing of the past.

Feihren had asked Old man Yeshua to assist him in producing these when he arrived.

"Sir, I doubt our horses could drag such heavy looking carriage." Matthew had said with his expression and voice filled with doubt.

"Don't worry about it, we will leave our horses here. Don't bring anything extra aside from your battle equipment. For the meantime, I'll be your horse," Feihren replied.

The other people in the party all got weird expressions on their faces, 'I'll be your horse'? Why does this 'commander' of theirs say so many idiotic things? But soon enough, all there doubt dispersed as a loud buzzing sound was heard alongside the appearance of an alien-looking board that was hovering slightly above the ground, disturbing the dust and dirt below it.

Feihren proudly smiled as his entire body was now covered with a slate-gray metallic armor, embroidered with neon blue light, and was emitting a strong aura. He continued.

"You'll have the greatest privilege of riding the fastest chariot of your life!"