Chapter 69: Echoes of Envy
Aunei
– So, what kinds of runes are there? – Lots! So many! – Which ones, exactly? – Too many! – Ugh… Rune Engraving. The first test showed its immense potential.…
August 2025
Chapter 68: Runes of the Forge
Hephaestus’ Forge. The stone door opened. – Ugh, hot. A sweltering heat hit me upon entering. Stronger than Zone 1’s Forge. The interior was largely unchanged. Rusty, ancient gear hung…
Chapter 67: Threads of Hephaestus
– Left! Swish! – Right! Swish! The third assistant forged with Smith’s Soul. Weaver 1. Crafted with loyalty, it followed my orders faithfully. The target: the moth on the ceiling.…
Chapter 66: The Forge of Dragons
Zone 2’s secret area. Pure darkness. Without the Unextinguished Flame, I’d have been blind. – This torch performs well. Crafted in haste, its Illumination ability lit the surroundings perfectly. Brighter…
Chapter 65: The Hidden Flame
Days later, all hundred Vulcanus Guild members gathered in the guild building. The reason was singular. Today celebrated their growth and Vulcanus personally upgrading or crafting gear to match their…
Chapter 64: The Reaper’s Redemption
Orcs are dangerous. Why? Their size, larger than humans? Overwhelming numbers? Immense strength? All true. But Hunters fear orcs most for their intelligence. – Squeal! Surround them! Don’t let the…
Chapter 63: The Cost of Pride
Vulcanus Guild had never failed a Gate raid. The reason was simple. Overwhelming equipment specs. Vulcanus’ high-grade gear elevated guild members’ abilities by at least a rank. Lately, they’d cleared…
Chapter 62: The Weaver’s Arsenal
I had plenty of materials. But not enough for another Dragon Soldier. Dragon bones were rare, and crafting a full set—weapon, armor, helm—consumed more than expected. So, for Combat 2,…
Chapter 25: Wings Beyond Death
Lemon Soda
Dahav narrowly dodged the barrage of dark-colored spears with his eyes, shifting his feet to evade. Elwin had been weaving in and out between the attacks, trying to complicate Dahav’s…
Chapter 65: Divine Trial (3)
The rotten, twisted tree looked as desolate as the empty sky at dawn. Such trees gathered to form a forest, and Moritz’s shallow courage faced its limits. “Hor, Hor, Hor,…