My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 179: Evolve

"Ha? What do you mean, Tyrant?"

The Naga all tilted their heads in confusion at Elian’s statement.

He couldn’t help but chuckle and adjust Bianca’s position a bit.

"You say you all saw my own battles; have you seen the way the other races changed?"

Alpha nodded excitedly, "I have, the Wolves of Fralhame got smaller but shifted abilities! They’re amazing."

Opposite her fellow Naga’s energy, Zeta frowned and crossed her arms, "As much as I appreciate the new bodies we have, no longer being able to create mana is extremely troublesome." She pulled out her wand and presented it, "Our artifacts will soon run out."

Elian created an extra appendage and took the wand from her. "Where did you even get these? Apart from your dungeon, I haven’t seen any other races use artifacts."

Beta and Gamma grimaced yet remained silent. Epsilon, the other Sea Siren, smiled wryly as she explained.

"They are treasures bought from the Crucible system. The Tyrant of our world chose to buy low-grade artifacts in bulk for monster cores. Those were then distributed as equipment among us who joined the expeditions."

"Are they worth it?" Elian asked bluntly.

"Well, they certainly had their uses. They have their own mana supply, so it allows us to use magic when our mana is low. But they are not really that powerful."

Obviously displeased, Gamma grunted in hostility, "They are trash! We should have just bought armor! This is because the Tyrant is a Sea Siren! The elders all opposed the idea and instead wished to evolve our warriors!"

Just from the short excerpt, Elian got a gold mine of information. Much like what Earth did, they used the crucible system to buy artifacts. But unlike the humans, Ysh-Natul did it to bolster their invasions rather than a select few.

Not like I can blame them. In any game, resources are normally limited in what you can and cannot do. Hindsight is always 20/20; it’s hard to know if you are choosing correctly in the moment.

Elian returned the wand to Epsilon and made a mental note. Having the humility to use tools made humans more adaptable than even dragons. Fralhame, for one, considered such things beneath them. Such arrogance was a mentality unique to the strong.

Although it sounds equally stupid, if you ask me.

Elian couldn’t help but remember the words of his mother-in-law.

"As expected of my Son-in-law! You have the mentality of a ruler. Listen well, my child, one of the biggest concerns of Tyrants is the balancing act of merging cultures together. It decides what type of Tyrant one becomes."

From the stubbornness of Fralhame, the viciousness of Virexar, the single-mindedness of Averignis, to the honor-based society of Karnathi. Now Elian also had to think about the desperation of Ysh-Natul.

He could, of course, just trample over their wishes. But doing so would not gain their loyalty. Although Elian never needed loyalty to begin with, as the Weapons were, at their core, slaves.

Theoretically due to Dominator variants being in every Weapon, he could command them to commit suicide on a whim. The fact that he had such power never bothered him, but if others knew, it would be a terrifying position to be in.

Not that I give a crap about any of that. Let’s focus on their complaints for now.

Elian split off some Living Metal from his storage and shaped it. Crafting a sleek rifle barrel, he attached it to a rudimentary receiver and magazine-loading system. Loading Cinderglass ammunition, he added a scope and buttstock before completing the new armament.

The Naga grew curious about the device and watched with bated breath. When it was done, Elian shifted Bianca to his back and created a pair of tentacles to fasten her on his back. He sent a sliver of Dominator to create a pair of noise-canceling headphones for her.

The Tyrant pointed the rifle at a nearby wall and pulled the trigger. It fired a high-caliber Cinderglass bullet that detonated and crushed the entire wall. Large chunks of the structure broke off, leaving a sizable scorch mark.

"You all are weak, but that is only at the moment. Like my own journey, you can change. You don’t have to be weak forever. As Weapons you can change, evolve, and grow, just like this rifle I made. All you need is material and a desire to do so."

"Wow!" "There was no mana in that attack!" "Just how?" "Amazing!" "The Tyrant created an artifact?"

Elian then raised his hands and sent Living Metal and Dominator Variants to wrap around Gamma’s muscular body.

"Wha—"

"Relax, trust me."

Before Gamma could complain, the liquids began to harden. When the template formed, two chains linked Elian and Gamma’s armor, then, like performing a transfusion, Elian siphoned and pumped in liquids between them.

Within seconds, Gamma’s armor turned silver. When the creation process finished, Elian smiled. He then raised the rifle in his hand and aimed at Gamma’s heart.

"NO!!"

"Tyrant! Please stop!"

"He will die!"

Against the complaints of the Naga Tribe leaders, Elian smirked and pulled the trigger. A Cinderglass round flew. It smacked Gamma in the stomach and exploded. The massive force threw the Ocean Python’s bulky body back a good ten feet.

However, after crashing to the ground, Gamma quickly checked his midsection only to see his armor unscathed. The other Naga all went wide-eyed and had expressions of disbelief and amazement.

Satisfied, Elian threw the gun to Epsilon, "Experiment and evolve. Lose what is weak, keep what is strong. Be it armor, weaponry, or form, shape it as you desire. Adapt and evolve. From this point on, if you remain weak, it’s your own fault."

Understanding his words for the first time, the five tribe leaders smashed their heads to the ground. With a fervor and intensity that would make normal people terrified, they roared. "YES, TYRANT! Thank you! We will get stronger!"

Elian didn’t even need to see their faces; he could feel their immense gratitude and excitement. A pool of molten ore began to gather on the ground as the five leaders cried tears of joy. He turned around and brought Bianca to his chest.

"Good. Bianca will sleep for at least six more hours. Arm yourselves with my knowledge till then. I look forward to the results."

"YES TYRANT!" x5

***

Elian spent the next few hours just watching Bianca sleep. When the alarm on his phone rang, he gently whispered to Bianca.

"Bianca. Wake up. It’s time."

The witch frowned and rubbed her face against Elian’s chest. However, she eventually opened her eyes. When she saw Elian’s face, the corners of her lips turned to make a blooming smile. Her arms reached for his neck and pulled him closer.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Bianca greeted Elian with a sensual kiss.

When they parted, she licked her lips in a good mood. "Good morning, Elian. Have you been a good boy?"

Finding her attempts at being the mature one adorable, Elian nodded. "I have. I trained a battle-hungry race obsessed with strength to forge themselves into Weapons."

Bianca tilted her head as she rubbed her eyes. "Hmm, I had some suggestions, but you were correct to let them develop naturally at first. I wonder how it will turn out?"

"Breakfast first. I tried adding some exotic S-rank cores; I hope they taste better."

With a giggle, Bianca teased, "Fufu, so nosy. I wonder how many can boast that a powerful Tyrant waits on them hand and foot?"

Elian pulled a water bottle from his magic bag and had Bianca take a sip. Like a noblewoman used to being waited on, the witch accepted Elian’s care and drank.

When they completed their preparations, they walked towards the Naga only to see something they didn’t expect.

"Rifle units! Fire!"

At Zeta’s shout, three firing lines of Naga unleashed a hailstorm of bullets. They raised and lowered their elevations using their tails, creating three levels. Their targets, which were dummies made of wood and clay, didn’t stand a chance. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Further away, two groups of snake men were slashing and stabbing away at each other. They were equipped with silver-colored armaments and defenses. Among them were beings one could not even call Naga; they were more like centaurs, harpies, or satyrs.

Elian, who saw the ingenuity of his army, grew speechless. While he only gave them access to the resources hidden in Golem Lake, their being able to craft Valestrian Steel was unexpected.

"Elian. You have seemed to sell their progress short."

"I honestly have no idea they would get this far. I mean, weren’t the Naga used as training dungeons by the Bloodright of Conquest? Why are they so good at all this?"

Bianca thought for a moment before answering, "It is probably because they were used as training dungeons. They saw how humans developed firsthand. I also believe they have lost to other races, which are probably the things they are trying to imitate."

Elian couldn’t help but agree.

"Right. Due to their losing so many times, they know the strengths of their opponents. Their failure to win against others has given them the mentality to learn as much as they can."

"Indeed, you seem to have encountered a lucky break, darling. The Naga are exactly the background workers we have needed."

The couple couldn’t help but grow excited about what the future held. Once their forces joined together, the full might of the faction would finally be unleashed.