Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 211
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Blacksmith (3)
Dragon Slayer Dalukahim is a being who has achieved transcendence as a craftsman.
Even during hundreds of playthroughs, less than ten characters reached that position.
Since this is a character that was developed with so much effort, there was no way that the equipment created during play would not be remembered.
‘Unlike the quiet blacksmith shop I saw for the first time, more than half of the equipment here is something I’ve never seen before.’
There is only one possibility to guess.
Unlike the previous two characters, did the blacksmith in front of us continue to refine his skills even after his death?
Dallukahim answered Dallen’s question without even turning his head.
“In the well of Yeokcheon, the passage of time loses meaning. The heterogeneity of being an eternity and an instant at the same time is an unfamiliar sensation even to transcendentalists. “It’s almost impossible to endure without going crazy without crossing the wall of transcendence.”
“You talk like a spellcaster.”
“…The story is that there was nothing to do. “I may be a skilled magician or martial artist, but I have never used my hands quietly in my entire life.”
Kang!
The hammer sparked.
The holy sword struck at the blacksmith’s fingertips was red-hot and had regained its perfect shape.
The difference is that the sword body is slightly wider and the handle is reinforced.
The hammering, which was done lightly three or four times and then once strongly, seemed to be half-hearted, but it quickly balanced out the sword spirit’s anticipation.
“So, I set up a blacksmith shop in my own space inside a well in Yeokcheon and made weapons. “Even though I knew there was nothing to write about anymore, my hands moved according to their habits.”
Is that why so many weapons are hung tightly throughout the blacksmith shop?
Perhaps the reason he did not appear in the backyard of the cabin, unlike the other two characters, was because he continued to operate the blacksmith shop even after his death.
Bugurrrrr!
While I’m letting my thoughts go, the work is coming to a perfect end.
The final process is to sharpen the blade by striking it delicately, cooling off the remaining heat, and sharpening the blade.
Pure white cold air spewed out from a bellows-like device, and the red-hot holy sword trembled within it.
The blacksmith’s eyes brightened when he saw that.
“…The sword contains the power of the Frost Throne.”
Looking around at the slightly trembling sword body. He asks in an incredulous tone, his thick eyebrows furrowed.
“It must not be a power that can be obtained normally… Could it be that you were acquainted with Tsarina?”
“…well.”
Can we call that a friendly relationship?
Although they were comrades who fought against evil spirits on the same battlefield, the time together was too short to call them friends.
At most a week or so. I’ve only seen his face a few times.
Even then, most of them were during strategy meetings, and there were only two times in my life when we were alone together.
‘Just before the battle started…and near the end.’
The tower of Eclahim Palace rises extremely high. The short conversation we had up there ended up being a huge turning point.
This is the turning point where the ruler of a great empire and a transcendent of the 6th level made the decision to throw away his own life just to buy time.
“…….”
The bloody face as sky clashes with sky still cannot be erased from my mind.
What on earth did she believe and make such a choice? How was it possible to greet him after his death with such a peaceful expression?
It was a choice and decision that could not be easily understood even with his eyes, having seen the same world hundreds of times.
“…I’m sorry. “I asked something pointless.”
Did he read something in his sunken eyes? The blacksmith holding the holy sword sighed lightly.
“But I couldn’t believe it. How could it be that that cold empress would willingly give up the power of the royal family? Plus, seeing your face made me feel better…”
“It’s in the past. “The one-eyed master was very sad.”
“Bjorn? “Are those glass eyes still alive?”
Kang!
The hammer fell to the floor. The blacksmith’s eyes were wide.
***
One-Eyed Master Bjorn Kaladrakum.
He, along with LeVeron, is the most outstanding craftsman in the labyrinth city, but unfortunately, he met a miserable ending in most episodes.
There was a reason why Dallon, who knew most hero-level NPCs well, did not know much about Bjorn.
‘If you think about it, he unfortunately died in the episode where he played as Dalukahim.’
This was an episode in which they maintained a somewhat amicable relationship even though they were not perfect colleagues.
It was thought that if everything went well, collaboration would be possible someday, but the plan was foiled when assassins from the Empire assassinated Bjorn.
Dalukahim, who was training in the mountains to make a keel weapon at the time, heard the news only after returning to the city almost a year later.
“I can’t believe… that friend Bjorn is alive…”
I couldn’t feel it through the monitor, but maybe the goodwill I had for him as a father-in-law was significant.
The blacksmith’s unique, thick, rough voice was so trembling that he was on the verge of crying.
“Could it be that friend LeVeron…” “
…Now that I think about it, the NPCs who were the masters of that episode were a bit unlucky.”
“What are you talking about?”
“no. He’s alive and well. By now, we are receiving orders in large quantities from the Galios Merchant Marine.”
Dallen briefly told the story of the two craftsmen.
I happened to be with LeVeron’s niece on a sewer request. And later, she was introduced to the blacksmith shop, her debt was forgiven, and she was connected to the Galios Merchant Marine.
In addition, LeVeron asked for help due to Sienna’s disappearance and the journey they took together throughout their trip to the northern continent.
“…I see. “That’s how it was.”
The blacksmith’s shoulders, which were shaking slightly, gradually calmed down as the story continued.
When he regained his steady breathing near the end, he sighed deeply and buried his face in his palms.
“…is the prophecy really true?”
The blacksmith got up and placed the holy sword on the anvil. He said as he strode toward the forge door, leading Dallen.
“Let’s get out. “I have one more thing for you.”
***
Dalukahim’s Realm A forge where the dragon’s breath disperses.
This workshop, which looked like a huge streamlined chimney from the outside, was a facility dozens of times larger in appearance than the quiet blacksmith shop at first.
In the wide open space between the blacksmith shop and the forest, it was difficult to even find a place to step.
Kiyi….
The polishing machine, rotating quickly like a wheel, meets the sword body and scatters sparks.
Cheeeee…!
Red molten iron is poured into the mold, steam boils, and a sophisticated machine twists half-heated wire next to it.
Automated equipment makes or refines weapons all by myself.
The sight of dozens of swords being spit out in an instant without any interference was a sight reminiscent of automated factories on Earth.
‘They say sufficiently advanced science looks like magic.’
It certainly seems like the opposite would also be true.
Recalling the thoughts he had had several times since falling to the ground, Dallon followed the blacksmith and walked to the middle of the clearing.
“I’ve been banging hammers and looking for materials my whole life. I was buried in work. “I barely slept and had no time to spend with my friends and colleagues.”
A light hand gesture toward the machines as he walks ahead.
Then, dozens of pieces of equipment stopped working at once and retreated to create space.
“I have seen an end that can be struck with a hammer. After returning to the city, I fought to the death to protect the bastion of humanity where my old friends had gathered. “It was an apology for the time I had been neglecting.”
“…….”
“But then I realized. Time wasted carelessly and relationships in which trust was betrayed will not return. In the face of the end, my previous daily life was an illusion that could not be recovered. “It’s not until you lose it…”
“You realize what’s precious.”
The blacksmith nodded.
“Be honest. Since he was the protagonist of the prophecy, I thought of him as an arrogant bastard who lives alone in his pride. “Just like I used to be.”
A lot of equipment has already disappeared inside the blacksmith shop. Dalukahim stopped in the middle of a spacious clearing.
“But you are different. “He is a person who is able to look at the infinite heights, but also look at his surroundings and even beneath his feet.”
“Like I said, I just realized what was precious.”
“Hahaha! The pale young guy talks like an old man who is dying. Have you even tried to live your life twice?”
The blacksmith’s boisterous laughter echoed through the clearing. Dallen shrugged his shoulders silently.
“You said you haven’t reached the sixth rank yet.”
The blacksmith who stopped laughing asked.
“That’s right.”
“Overcome the past, change the present, and choose and seize the future. The clues left by our seniors are very ambiguous. “Isn’t that right?”
A beard twitching lightly. Looking up at the sky filled with dark clouds, he continued.
“There are two boundaries that prove it is the 6th level. A phase that can twist mysteries and the ability to completely open an area.”
“…….”
“The latter will take time. Because you already have an absurdly broad imagination to conclude that this is a simple hierarchical numbers game. This may be because it absorbed the countless possibilities that were dormant in the well of Yeokcheon. “It will continue to be that way.”
Rumbling….
A sound that I wanted to hear from somewhere. It was not a thundering sound beyond the dark clouds. In fact, it was a sound closer than that.
The blacksmith was already reaching out to the sky. A silver magical light flashed in his eyes, and a distant thought flickered between his outstretched fingertips.
“It was only after death that I was able to reach the will of the sword. It was thanks to the big sword I learned during my lifetime. Funny enough, you seem to have learned the same thing.”
The moment the silver colored eyes slowly closed and the blacksmith’s rough hands grasped the air.
“Thanks to that, I think I can give you this final insight.”
Rumbling…!!
Silver spring water bursts out.
Tens of thousands of weapons pouring down the chimney of the spacious blacksmith shop.
Polearm Attitude Flag Breastplate Mace Longbow and Arrow Greaves and Greatshield.
Swords and spears flew through the sky like waves, embroidering the Milky Way beneath dark clouds.
The barding and armor assembled in the sky lined up all at once and gathered into an unpopular group of knights.
「The blacksmith shop where the dragon’s breath disperses」
「The panacea」
Beyond the craftsman’s imagination, the number of weapons made over a long period of time in the blacksmith shop is enough to sufficiently arm an army of thousands.
The overwhelming sight of an army lined up above one’s head was enough to make even Dallon involuntarily open his mouth slightly.
Jeokchang, who had suddenly come up behind him, also showed unusual sentiment.
“It’s not just telekinesis. I tied down all the weapons with my own will. “Every single one of them will be no different from wielding it yourself… so it would be fair to call it an army of superhumans.”
“It is an honor to hear such words from Jeokchang, who is known to be the strongest among the dragon clan. However, my intention is to help the protagonist of the prophecy carry out his mission, so please step aside for a moment.”
“You’re similar to anyone else when it comes to speaking well. I get it. “Don’t intervene this time.”
Jeokchang waves his hands and disappears into the forest. It was only then that Dallon felt something strange.
In general, a character’s abilities were naturally inherited when the body was recovered.
In the case of a transcendental person, the result itself was not much different, except that one had to obtain the other person’s consent or subordinate their will.
The problem is that, according to the blacksmith, he acquired that ability after his death.
Basically, it was unknown whether the system of inheriting abilities from life through the corpse at the moment of death would include posthumous events.
“I don’t know how Yeokcheon’s well works such miracles. But I guess it probably won’t work.”
The blacksmith also seemed skeptical for the same reason. Dallen slightly raised an eyebrow.
“…then?”
“What can I do? “I guess I’ll have to take a slightly more classic approach.”
A smile peeking through his beard. Dallen instinctively placed his hand on his waist.
Wow!
I felt a heavy resistance to the hastily swung axe, and the next moment, a red-colored long spear appeared at my feet.
“Isn’t it true that the root of nothingness is learning by being right? “I won’t do it with the intention of killing you, so learn well.”
“…….”
“Fortunately, this is a space of intention. “It means we have a lot of time.”
With those last words, the weapons that had filled the dark clouds began to rain down.
As he watched the silver waves flashing by the tens of thousands, Dallon felt his head throbbing for some reason.
Holy shit. There’s no way to get through this safely.