Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 Chapter 36.2 - The forge

"Very well," Vorgvir said, finally accepting the young man's words. "I will do what you wish." As he said, he slowly turned to his own workshop, looking at the metal he was working on.

However….." He stopped for a second, turning back. "You came here seeking the forge of a legend," Vorgvir spoke, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But forging a weapon is not a mere craft. It requires understanding, sacrifice, and a journey into the depths of one's soul. Are you ready to tread such a path, young one?"

The young man nodded resolutely. "No matter how painful, how agonizing the path, I won't sway. I have not once forgotten the past. I carry the weight of my purpose with every step, and I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead."

The Vorgvir nodded his head as he averted his gaze. He couldn't keep looking at the young man's burning eyes.

Never in his long life had he seen such intense hatred oozing from a person before. Even he himself, who had possibly experienced the same situation in his life, didn't feel this much.

'Or, maybe I had suppressed it.'

It might have been him having no choice at that time….It might have been the feeling of exhaustion coming after the long run.

But in the end, he did what a coward would do….Escaping from the pain itself.

'But this child….'

Vorgvir was sure….This young man before him didn't even have one-tenth of his life experiences…Neither did he have the strength….

He could see with his eyes that the child before him couldn't even be called a warrior compared to those he had seen in the past.

But even then, he was standing right before him. Coming to such a place, enduring all the agony instead of giving up….

'What a resilience.'

He was looking right into his eyes without backing off. Even under the scorching heat, even though he was tired, he didn't even care.

'He reminds me of that kid.'

The boy before him probably didn't know, but now that Vorgvir had checked him, he was sure. freēwēbnovel.com

'Would he smile like him if such a thing hadn't happened? What a pitiful kid…'

Vorgvir was not stupid. From the words spoken by the young man alone, he could easily understand who his enemy was.

After all, otherwise, the young man wouldn't come to this place suggesting revenge. Even then, he came into the place of his possible enemy.

'Each second must be incredibly itchy for him.'

Vorgvir knew how it felt to be in the presence of the ones you hated the most. Even those resembling them would become something to hate.

"Young man," Vorgvir said as he reached the shelves in his workshop. His large hand carefully selected a vial containing a mysterious liquid. The flames flickered, casting an arcane glow on the ancient blacksmith's face.

"Do you know what makes the weapon powerful?"

The young man met Vorgvir's intense gaze and replied, "The strength of the owner. The weapon is a reflection of the one who wields it. Its power is not solely in its craftsmanship but in the connection between the owner's essence and the essence of the weapon."

Vorgvir nodded in approval. "Precisely. The journey into forging a legendary weapon is not only about the materials and techniques but also about understanding the purpose behind it. The weapon needs to be the reflection of the one who wields it, and even the materials need to be in this harmony." At that point, he stopped.

"And you want to see my essence."

"Indeed. That is what this vial is for." Vorgvir nodded his head, looking at the kid. "Are you ready?"

"I am."

Vorgvir handed the young man the vial, its contents shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

"Haaah….."

The young man took a deep breath, his determination shining in his eyes. Without hesitation, he lifted the vial to his lips and drank its mysterious essence.

GULP!

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, a surge of energy coursed through his veins. The mana around the environment started curling all around, and it slowly gathered into the young man.

THUD!

As the mana coursed through the young man, the intensity of the energy caused him to fall to his knees. His eyes closed, and the surroundings were enveloped in an ethereal glow. The forge's flames responded to the shift in energy, curling and dancing in an intricate display.

Suddenly, a mysterious smoke began to rise from the young man, shrouding him in a veil of the ancient energy contained in the vial itself.

The smoke expanded, filling the cavern with an otherworldly ambiance.

The air seemed charged with magic as the essence of the vial intertwined with the young man's being, revealing what was intended to be seen.

As the smoke finally settled itself, slowly, the mana started taking its shape. The surroundings started to change.

"Moon?"

The scenery slowly turned into something surreal. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the sky, covering everything.

"Huh?"

Underneath lay a barren land, filled with nothing but grass bathed underneath the light of the moon.

And in the midst of it stood a figure as if the moon was his sanctuary.

The moon cast a green-colored light upon the surroundings, creating an otherworldly ambiance.