Chapter 149 -149-What Do You Call Stealing? This Is Just Waste Utilization!

The battle within the Celestial Realm treasury raged on, fierce and unrelenting.

Yet, the boss at the end of the stage, materialized from the [Wax Effigy Core], moved forward with a surprising order and precision.

It was clear that this opponent was no ordinary foe—it seemed to possess a calculated strategy, advancing steadily despite the chaos around it.

In just a few short minutes, the wax effigy prodigies had already closed in on the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold], that long-sought treasure that had driven countless warriors and adventurers to despair.

The brilliance of these wax-born geniuses was apparent—they moved with skill and purpose—but then, something unexpected occurred.

A massive mechanical golem suddenly extended a colossal arm, blocking the path of the advancing wax prodigies.

Its sheer size dwarfed even Caelan’s expectations.

The golem’s bulk was not just large—it was colossal, several times the size of the [Divine Mirror Dragonlord].

The enormity of its body alone was enough to make anyone pause in awe.

Even when compared to a [Divine Dragon], this mechanical behemoth would not have looked out of place.

Caelan’s mind raced. Such a body would require an immense core of energy to animate it.

What kind of power could possibly drive such a massive construct?

It wasn’t just Caelan who was fascinated—the legendary smith, Master Ironhand, standing beside him, also focused intently on the golem’s core.

His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, now reflected both curiosity and amazement.

Caelan initially assumed that a body of such magnitude would be slow, its movements cumbersome and predictable.

But the next moment completely shattered that expectation.

The giant golem moved with astounding speed and dexterity, far exceeding the reflexes of most awakeners.

Its massive hand—like a small hill in its own right—swatted down on the wax prodigies with the same casual ease one might use to crush an insect.

Several of the wax prodigies, less skilled in agility, were crushed instantly under the weight of the mechanical hand.

The scene left Caelan momentarily frozen in disbelief.

The golem’s power, paired with its incredible finesse, exceeded all of his imaginings.

But why?

How could something so enormous act with such precision?

Even considering inertia and momentum, its movements should have been lumbering, not lightning-fast.

Caelan furrowed his brow, scrutinizing the environment of the Celestial Realm.

It took him only a few minutes to discern the truth.

In simple terms, the laws governing the Celestial Realm differed fundamentally from those of the world Caelan was accustomed to.

These unique laws allowed the colossal golem to move with a level of agility that would be impossible elsewhere.

If this giant construct were placed on the surface of a normal world, it would indeed be cumbersome and slow.

Its supernatural nimbleness was entirely a product of the Celestial Realm’s unique reality.

A spark of understanding flitted across Caelan’s eyes.

At that moment, something else caught his attention.

The surface of the giant golem appeared to be coated in a special layer—one that he hadn’t noticed before.

The wax prodigies, relentless in their assault, had chipped away at this layer, revealing the massive mechanical components beneath.

Wait... Caelan squinted, instinctively reaching for his skill menu.

He had already unlocked a number of skills in his summoning tree, but his philosophy had always been to invest in what truly mattered.

He didn’t spend resources on skills indiscriminately.

Every skill learned had to justify its cost.

His gaze landed on an unlearned skill that had been quietly waiting for him:

[Summon Divine Colossus]

Caelan’s heart skipped a beat.

The Divine Colossus looked strikingly similar to the giant golem before him.

He could feel the unmistakable connection between them, though the Divine Colossus appeared far more refined in construction and design. The correlation was undeniable.

He contemplated the possibilities.

If he were to spend his gold coins to raise the [Summon Divine Colossus] skill to level 99999, the summoned Colossus would be a force to be reckoned with.

Even the dense arrays of Celestial Realm golems currently overwhelming the wax prodigies would stand little chance against it.

Yet, even with this realization, Caelan’s mind hesitated.

Spending gold coins on a support skill seemed far more enticing—more strategically advantageous than simply summoning brute force.

With a shake of his head, he looked once again at the battle unfolding before him.

The scene had begun to feel almost mundane.

The wax prodigies, despite appearing powerful on the surface, were proving insufficiently effective.

These Celestial Realm golems were by no means weak, yet the wax prodigies struggled against them. It was a straightforward illustration of their limitations.

Caelan’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.

"These wax prodigies... they’re utterly useless. They can’t even handle these Celestial Realm golems. Pathetic."

The words slipped out before he could stop himself, and the expression on Master Ironhand’s face froze in shock.

Such an assessment seemed... impossible.

Ironhand himself was a prodigy even among the dwarves, possessing a talent few could rival.

Yet, seeing the endless march of Celestial Realm golems, he felt a profound sense of helplessness—a weight that pressed down on his very spirit.

And here was Caelan, casually dismissing the entire scene.

No awe, no shock—only disdain.

It was as though a mighty elephant were watching a colony of ants scurry about. Complete and utter contempt radiated from him.

Back in the treasury of the Celestial Realm, the battle continued.

Though the wax prodigies faced significant obstacles against the giant golem, their cooperation and coordination steadily improved.

After another costly confrontation, the wax prodigies finally managed to defeat the massive golem.

With the giant barrier removed, the Celestial Realm’s other constructs did not reappear, allowing the wax prodigies to push forward unimpeded.

Their perseverance paid off: they successfully delivered the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold] to Caelan.

He took the treasure in his hands, a satisfied expression spreading across his face.

The [Wax Effigy Core] had proven its worth—at least in this era, it had enabled him to acquire the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold] without undue risk.

As for its original owner... that mattered little.

From Master Ironhand’s earlier explanation, Caelan had gained a clearer understanding of the Celestial Realm’s purpose.

In essence, a group of formidable beings from various races had once ventured into the Celestial Realm, bringing with them a vast collection of precious materials.

But under the influence of the Golem God—a divine manipulator—the travelers had ultimately chosen to transform themselves into constructs.

The materials they had carried were then stored within the treasury, awaiting the arrival of others.

Viewed from this perspective, Caelan’s actions could hardly be called theft—it was, in a sense, clever utilization of resources left behind.

"Ironhand, here is the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold] you requested," Caelan said, extending the treasure.

Master Ironhand gasped.

He had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that he would witness the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold] with his own eyes—a relic long thought lost to the currents of history.

And what astonished him even more was the youth before him.

Caelan had barely completed his awakening ceremony, yet he displayed strength and composure at a level that seemed impossible for someone of his age.

The sheer power... the sheer capability... it was terrifying.

Master Ironhand’s mind raced, trying to comprehend the prodigious skill of this young awakener.

And all the while, Caelan stood there, calm and collected, the very embodiment of a rising force that could one day reshape the boundaries of power itself.

Indeed, in this chaotic realm of constructs, gold, and unearthly laws, the young prodigy had already proven one undeniable truth: in the art of using what others leave behind, he was unmatched.