Gathering Wives with a System

Like every Legendary equipment set obtained from the Great Dungeon, Isaac possessed four complete sets of each. He planned to give one additional Abysswalker Requiem Set to Vale while keeping the remaining duplicates inside his Soulbind Pendant. Someday, those sets would be useful for future subordinates strong enough to deserve them, or be used for negotiations with other Lords.

The next half hour passed quietly. Isaac examined every remaining reward one by one instead of rushing through the process. Besides the Great Dungeon rewards, there were also gifts from the other Lords, many of which were valuable enough to strengthen his territory immediately.

His clones handled most of the distribution. Equipment and consumables useful for the territory or military were sent out immediately, while everything else was categorized and stored inside the warehouse for future use. By the time they finished, every item had been sorted properly.

Isaac stood up and stretched his shoulders.

”That should be everything.”

Leaving the Mirror Dimension behind, he stepped into the Moon Pendant. The two Ancient King clones immediately turned toward him after sensing his arrival. Nearby, the injured members of the Purification Cult and the Florathi team remained exactly where they had been left.

Oz casually pointed toward the prisoners.

”So, are you finally planning to kill these people?” he asked.

The surviving member of the Purification Cult remained unconscious. His condition had deteriorated over time. The Florathi team’s condition was even worse, and they were barely hanging on. Only X-019 was in good condition after the Dwarf King reassembled him, but the look of terror in X-019’s eyes said he would have rather been unconscious like others.

”Not now,” Isaac replied.

Oz shrugged. Ezekiel reached into his storage ring before tossing another spatial ring toward Isaac. Isaac caught it effortlessly before looking down at it.

”Here ye go. The lass already checked everythin’ inside yesterday, but ye should still have a look yerself,” Ezekiel said.

Isaac nodded before storing it away. ”I’ll check it later.”

For now, there was something else he wanted to discuss. He looked at both Ancient Kings, studying them carefully before speaking.

”Are you two really alright with being clones?” he asked the question he had in mind.

”Doesn’t bother me. Although I do think I’d rather have a different name.” Oz shrugged without much concern.

Ezekiel stroked his beard thoughtfully before giving a slow nod. ”Aye, I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing. Me name carries the pride o’ the first Ezekiel, but that pride belongs to him, not me.”

He looked down at his hands for a moment before continuing.

”If I keep usin’ the same name, it’d feel like I’m tryin’ to steal another dwarf’s place. I’d rather forge a name that’s mine own than spend me life borrowin’ someone else’s.”

Isaac wasn’t particularly surprised by that answer. Neither of them truly considered themselves clones. In their minds, they were simply the second individual born from the original, much like an amoeba splitting into two separate lives.

”What name will you choose?” Isaac asked.

”Oy. That’s the name I’ll use,” the East Sea Dragon King answered without hesitation.

”If ye’re only changin’ one word, ye might as well keep yer old name. Doesn’t seem worth the trouble ta me,” the Dwarf King jabbed from the side.

”My mother originally wanted to name me Oy. She had to change it because every prince was expected to follow the naming traditions of the East Sea Dragon Kingdom. Now that I have the chance, I’d rather use the name she chose for me.” Oy simply shrugged.

The Dwarf King fell into an awkward silence, hearing that. A mother’s wish was something he respected, especially when it came to a child’s name. He simply nodded and let the matter rest.

”And you?” Isaac asked.

”For me... it’ll be Hannibal,” The former Dwarf King replied.

”Any particular reason?” Isaac asked.

Hannibal rubbed his beard for a moment before chuckling quietly.

”Some names carry stories that’re better kept close ta the heart. Let’s just say I’ve wanted ta bear this one for a long time,” he replied with a faint smile.

Isaac noticed the faint melancholy hidden behind the smile. Whatever memory was attached to the name clearly wasn’t something Hannibal wanted to talk about. Seeing that, Isaac chose not to ask any more questions.

”Alright then. I actually have good news for both of you,” Isaac said.

Both ancient kings looked toward him, waiting for him to continue.