He expected that at least one of his requirements would be difficult, but this... this was just utterly unfair. I mean honestly, what in the world were these requirements? Was everyone else's going to be this impossible or was life just truly trying to kick him in the nuts just when he was feeling good about everything?

Even what he considered the easiest condition, which in his opinion was 'Lightning in a bottle', was known as the epitome of an impossible task, something that could only happen by sheer luck and if this list was anything to go off of, his luck was in the gutter drowning in shit.

And that was the easiest one!

As for the rest... I mean he only knew of one dragon, the one who had sent him on his damned mission in the first place. Unless he was going to tear out her heart, he had no idea where he was going to find that. And that was assuming he could even kill her to achieve such a feat, which he doubted was possible.

At best, she was undoubtedly in the peaks of the Celestial realm or was possibly even higher above that. Whatever that realm was called.

Then there was the soul of a god... did he even need to explain that one? First off, did gods even exist? Evidently they must, because he had to steal ones soul.

This was just ridiculous... At least with those conditions, he knew what he was looking for. Even if they were impossible conditions that he couldn't do in his wildest dreams, he still understood what his goal was.

But when it came to the others, the Fruit from the Heavenly Tree and the Untainted Tear. He didn't even know where to start with that. What kind of tree was a Heavenly Tree? Where would he even find it? Or what made a tear 'Untainted'? Untainted by what?

His excitement of his pending evolution completely drained, Seth dismissed the display screen and let out a heavy hearted sigh.

'Well... At least it gives me time to complete my bio score.'

By this point he had simply given up on the psychic stat. It would undoubtedly be a boon to him to increase it, like the other stats, but it was incredibly difficult to increase it. Perhaps, much like the soul stat, it could only be increased by someone with the right skill. That seemed likely.

As for his Elemental score, well that was yet another mystery in the ever growing pile.

Scooping up the ant meat he had been idly gathering, Seth walked back to Omelette's side with heavy steps. He might have done well to hide his excitement, but it seemed he had forgotten to do the same with his despair, even if the others didn't know what it was concerning.

As he was loading the meat into Omelette's saddlebags, Seth felt an arm wrapping around his shoulder and someones torso bumping against his shoulder.

Alfie's hand thumped against his chest, patting it a few times as he gave him a very awkward half hug. Although if it was any consolation, the guy smelled absolutely heavenly. He could have been sweating up a storm during that fight, just like Seth had, but that would just help him smell even better.

No doubt he kept this application of his abilities active as much as possible, and probably helped him a lot when it came to the ladies.

"Don't worry buddy, He might not fit. But you'll still have us. Don't think I've forgotten about you just because our positions are different."

Damn... even his breath smelled nice! And it wasn't like he was being blasted with a heavy mint like someone who chewed 6 packs of gum a day, instead it was like talking to a bed of roses in bloom.

The surprising scent actually caught Seth off guard so much that when Alfie was done speaking, he simply blinked a few times in confusion. His mind taking a few seconds to process what was said, but even then it didn't make sense.

"Huh?"

"I might not be a giant bird monster or the Lord, but I'm still more than enough to take care of you. We all are. So don't worry about not having your pet to keep you safe. You looked out for me when I was just 'The farts guy', so now it's my turn to look after you."

His pet? Seth narrowed his eyes in slight confusion as his gaze drifted to Omelette, who was laying on the ground peacefully. Specifically, he was laying on a portion of the ground that he had first covered with broken cars, to act as a bed for him, and allow him to lay down without dirtying his precious feathers.

Seth could still see the Wyvern's chest rising and falling softly with every slightly laboured breath, as well as the multitude of wounds from the ants, mainly shallow cuts and bite wounds of various depths. In some places he was even missing chunks of his flesh. It wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough that it must have hurt like hell.

Reaching his hand down, Seth gently stroked Omelette's side, making sure to avoid his wounds, as he felt the Wyvern's body vibrating softly underneath his hand. He was letting out a low, rumbling purr from his touch.

"Oh right... Yeah. He's too big to fit in the forest. Probably best he stays here and rests with the rest. He did good protecting me from the ones in the sky. Luckily there weren't too many that we couldn't handle."

Omelette let out another rumbling purr at the praise and snorted out puffs of smoke from his nostrils, as if to say 'Damn right'.

The pair chuckled at his response, Alfie patting Seth on the shoulder again as he spoke once more, dousing Seth with his enchantingly good breath.

"Exactly. The Lord put you in our care, so we won't let anything bad happen to you..."

He patted Seth's prosthetic arm, giving him another smile and a chuckle. Although this one was a bit more forced and hiding something else behind it. With that, he turned and walked away, muttering under his breath as he did so.

"...Not again."

Seth, however, did not hear these words. He did turn his head, hearing the undecipherable mutter, but stopped when a soft plop tickled his ears and a gentle rippling emanated from the water behind Omelette's bed.

He narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on the [Fjord Carver] and took a few steps forward. He made sure to step on the metallic bed of scrap Omelette had crafted, to avoid causing ripples of his own.

When he reached the corner, he rounded it quickly, his blade raised and poised to strike. When his eyes finally focused, all he could see was a slightly blooded feather softly floating atop the rancid water.

He let out a soft sigh, rubbing his face and dismissing the [Fjord Carver], letting it dissolve back into ink that flowed back over his arm.

"I really am paranoid...", He muttered before patting Omelette again. "Rest well buddy, you earned it. I'll call for you when we're ready to make camp and have somewhere you can fit."

Pulling his hand away, Seth failed to notice the small amount of black blood that had sprouted on his middle finger. Like a wad of gum, the viscous blood stuck to Omelette's body, removing itself from Seth's finger when he pulled his hand away.

Usually, this black blood of his was so amazingly loyal. Instead of dripping from his wounds like scarlet blood, the black blood would stubbornly refuse to leave his body and, in the cases in which it was scattered from him, it would crawl back to him like a living glob of slime.

Yet this glob did not return to him. As he walked away, it did indeed move, but not to rejoin with Seth. Instead it crawled across Omelette's body, slinking and slithering like an oily serpent, before burrowing its way into one of his open wounds and disappearing from sight.

Omelette shuddered at the sensation, enough to stir him from his light slumber. He peeled his eyes open, darting them around in search of whatever could have made him feel that way, however with the other beasts resting peacefully as well, he simply ignored it.

He did, however, notice something that caused him to tilt his head in confusion. Taking the same path that his Father had, a few odd ripples appeared in the water one after the other, almost like footsteps. Of course, there was no one to be seen or smelled, just the innocuous ripples in the murky aftermath of their battle.