The Demonite was ready to be harvested and Pablo was ready to make suits out of it.
"How will you make them though?" Plato asked.
"I will manage. For now, take it out. It will be heavy and it will be very hard to come out."
"We will all try."
Plato held Demonite and Pablo held it too.
The other slaves and ghosts also came towards him.
"No need. Us two will be enough." Pablo stopped them.
"Don’t overestimate your strength." Plato said.
"I am not. Just do your part."
Demonite was hard and it only had a little bit of flexibility in it.
Pablo wore the leather glove on his right hand and stabbed his finger inside Demonite.
Plato liked the idea so he did the same.
He stabbed his fingers but unlike Pablo, he wasn’t successful in the first attempt.
"Use more strength." Pablo said.
"Right. I was taking it easy." Plato replied and tried again.
’I was using my full strength.’
Plato couldn’t say he used his full strength, it would be embarrassing.
He raised his hand again and this time, with his male Ego, he dived his fingers inside the Demonite.
"I did it!" He yelled.
"Why are you celebrating that? Now lift it up." Pablo scolded the ghost.
Plato didn’t clarify and used his strength again.
The Demonite was stuck to the surface of the cauldron and Pablo used all his strength to pull it out.
Plato, however, didn’t even make it budge. Only Pablo’s side was up.
"What kind of ghost are you? Use your power. Your Ego or shit." Pablo barked.
"Ghosts don’t have their Ego. The strength of the ghosts depends on the intensity of their regret."
"Then use that strength!"
"I am trying!"
Pablo and Plato argued.
Plato gritted his teeths and used more strength.
The Demonite moved a little this time but that wasn’t good enough for Pablo.
He looked at the other ghosts and slaves.
"Help this guy." He said.
"What? No way!" Plato yelled and Pablo smiled.
"Then do it yourself. Otherwise you will lose respect. Some girls are watching as well." Pablo said some provocative words and Plato snapped.
"Curse it to helllll!"
Plato poured every ounce of strength his body had to move the Demonite and finally, just like Pablo, he also lifted the stuff.
"Well done. Put it on the ground now."
Pablo used both of his hands and he easily lifted the Demonite all the way.
Plato was using both of his hands from the start and he also lifted the black thing.
They both waited for nothing and placed the Demonite on the ground. Gently.
"Hah. Now the second one." Pablo immediately moved to the second cauldron.
"Take a break. I have to recover my strength." Plato refused.
"The girls are watching. Don’t act like this."
"Fuck them. I am already dead. I need no respect." Plato went back to the sofa and dropped himself on it.
Pablo chuckled and let it go.
He looked at his slaves.
"Alright, you guys come."
"Girls too?" Melon asked.
"No. Only the five boys. Come fast."
Pablo gave the order and stabbed his finger inside the second Demonite.
Its size was the same as the previous one and the five male slaves also came.
"You won’t be able to stab it. Just hold it and try to lift it. I will manage." Pablo said.
The slaves nodded and did just that.
Pablo used both his hands again and his Black Ego physique helped him to do the work.
The slaves also began to use their strength but they couldn’t use it for long.
"You all go away. I will help him." A person came behind the slaves and all of them knew who it was.
Pablo sighed. "Suit yourself. Let her do it, boys."
The slaves obliged and made way for Sera.
Sera smiled and raised her hand.
"Heh. If a grown up ghost like me can’t do it how can she do it?" Plato commented and Sera stabbed her fingers inside the Demonite.
"So she did it. Worst day of my life today." Plato closed his eyes and shut his mouth after that. He would stay quiet for now.
The ghosts and the slaves laughed and Pablo ignored everything.
"Lift it up, Sera."
Pablo and Sera used their strength and in sync, they both lifted the second Demonite.
Sera’s Ego rank was purple so her strength was not that bad.
They both lifted the second Demonite in the air and gently placed it on the ground beside the first one.
Pablo patted his palms and sat down near the Demonites.
"Sir," Nike spoke.
"Yes?" Pablo replied without looking.
"Why didn’t you ask the ghosts to lift these things up?" Nike asked and the other slaves also liked the question. The ghosts could have helped them with that stuff.
"Because I am sure the ghosts couldn’t have helped us here." Pablo answered.
Nike frowned. "Why?"
"He is right." Plato spoke.
Everyone looked at him. He was still lying with his eyes closed but he explained himself.
"If the Demonite wasn’t stuck close to the surface of the utensil then we could have done something. But since physical strength was needed to detach the stuff from the cauldron, Pablo chose the right thing to do."
"Oh. Nice. So you knew beforehand that these ghosts won’t be able to help you in this?" Sera asked.
Pablo nodded. "Of course. I knew the nature of this Demonite. That’s why. And end this topic now. We have some important things to do."
"Okay." Sera stopped talking and everyone else did the same.
Pablo touched both Demonites from all sides and he also pressed it.
"It is soft and it is hard. I created some unique stuff."
"Yes. How will you make the suits though?" Cupid asked.
"I will make suits only of one size that can be worn by anyone. As long as a person isn’t mega tall, they’ll be fine to wear it. I also have to keep in mind the vision and oxygen factor.
First I will make one suit and along with that Kevlar, I will wear them both and test them by directly going to the Village. That is the essential part. If that suit can handle that only then I will make more."
Pablo told his future plans to everyone and Cupid also got her answers.
"Then how do we start?" Sera asked.
Pablo looked at Jenny.
"Send these two back in the room and send us there as well. I will do it there." He said.
Jenny asked nothing and snapped her fingers.
SWISH!
The next moment, they all found themselves back in the room and the two Demonites were also present there.
Pablo began the work right away.
He held all the items necessary for making the suit and he worked his ass off.
He ignored everything happening around him.
Sera was sitting beside him and she was resting her head on his shoulder.
Pablo ignored that as well and focused only on his work.
He had knives, daggers, scissors on his hand and he was also measuring things.
He was using all his strength to mold a suit out of Demonite and the slaves watched it closely.
They knew for sure that Pablo would ask them to make the other suits if the first one works. So they paid attention.
Sera wiped the sweat from Pablo’s forehead from time to time and she couldn’t ask for more happiness. She was devoted to Pablo just like how Flashy was. But Flashy worshiped Pablo out of respect and Sera out of love.
Pablo on the other hand couldn’t care less about devotion at the moment.
He would only take a breather after he was done.
Cupid also spoke nothing but she kept writing in her diary.
Andrezj was floating beside her and he gave a side eye to the female Angel.
"What do you keep writing in that?" He asked.
"Haven’t you talked to the Gods?" Cupid asked a question in return. She wasn’t afraid to talk to Andrezj anymore. Her fear of him was just out of superiority otherwise Andrezj wasn’t all that scary towards her.
"No. I am contacting them but they are not answering. Goddess Alfida answered once and when I asked her about this Human and your job, she said I don’t need to know. My only focus should be guarding my dearest." Andrezj revealed what the Gods told him.
Cupid sighed. "Then I am sorry I can’t tell you anything else as well."
"At least tell me about this diary part."
"Consider it as my journal. Like how Humans write it, I am writing the daily things here as well." Cupid didn’t lie and she didn’t tell the truth either.
"Fair enough." Andrezj didn’t ask anything after that and Cupid continued writing.
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But she moved a little away from Andrezj. She couldn’t tell she was writing about Pablo. If Goddess Alfida wanted Andrezj to know Cupid’s job then she would have told him but she didn’t. So Cupid would keep her job a secret as well.
Andrezj noticed that Cupid had moved away.
"Hey," He spoke.
Cupid stopped writing. "Yes?"
Andrezj floated towards her and peered right into her eyes.
"Tell me, little Angel," He came right in front of her face.
Cupid felt a familiar fear again and Andrezj’s next words came out as whispers...
"How does this man have two Egoes?"