Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 Chapter 36.5 - The forge

TOK! TOK! TOK!

No matter where you are, if you ever want to get a specialized product for yourself, you will need to wait.

That is the basic procedure.

This is especially true when the thing you are getting is something that is not common.

"Sigh…It is taking a lot longer than I had expected."

That was the reason why I was waiting in this place, spending time looking for the crafts that were made or training.

'The Great Vorgvir, huh?'

The game [Legacy of Shadows: The Hunter's Destiny] contained quite a lot of twists. That was especially the case with this dungeon.

In the slightly later parts of the game, when Ethan was on the verge of finishing the academy and graduating, he would come to this place for a mission.

At that point, the internship and the field lessons would take a huge proportion of the student's curriculum, and the assignments would also start becoming more like real Hunters.

As one of the assignments, Ethan would come to this place to investigate a report.

In that report, it would be said the environment and the mountains observed a clear change, where there were parts of the ground erupted from time to time.

When the player came here, we would start an investigation, and soon, it would be discovered that a sealed dungeon underneath the mountains was leaking its mana.

It was a pretty normal thing since even if it is a legendary blacksmith, no product can function eternally.

And because the seal was not functioning, the dungeon would start affecting the outside world.

After that would come the dungeon exploration, fighting in the field of fire and eruptions. However, in the end, rather than finding a boss monster to fight, we would find a disturbed and regretful elder demon who had fled from his past.

The player would fight with the old man first since he was a demon. But then, we would lose the fight since the strength he held wasn't only limited to physicality.

But, there, Vorgvir's experienced eyes would notice Ethan's identity and the secret he held that even he himself didn't know.

From that point on, we would get our weapon…The weapon we would use to bring the world piece – Holy Weapon.

In any case, because of this, Vorgvir actually held quite a value in the game, and his position as a character was really important.

However, that doesn't matter much. For the weapon I would use, I knew only a handful of blacksmiths in this whole universe would satisfy the conditions, and the easiest one to approach was Vorgvir because I completed the game %100 and also finished the small side-quest related to him.

Since I knew the seal had already started malfunctioning, I looked for the changes related to mana around the mountain.

To predict the tsunami, we could look for the tremors underneath the sea, or to predict future weather; we can look for the positions of the clouds, etc.

The same applies to mana since, in a sense, it is also one of the fundamental pillars related to the environment.

This property was precisely what I had used to track the location of the dungeon. The mountain range is wide, and this place is quite a high level for a game. Therefore, it was nearly impossible for me to look for every nook and cranny to find the entrance.

And now I was here, waiting for my weapon to complete.

CLANK! FUSH!

From time to time, I could hear the sounds of the hammer clashing with metal and flames rising. The reason why Vorgvir is the legendary blacksmith is because he is the Ancient Demon of Fire.

The fire basically commands his will, and he has chosen to use it for forging.

FUSH!

'Was that the right thing to do?'

I asked myself. Remembering how the Mana Nucleus was created, I knew countless people died in anguish.

BOOM!

Looking at the fire continuously rising, a scene came into my eyes suddenly.

"Astron, look, look…Fireflies….They are beautiful, right?"

The scene of the past, a small place we made after mother and father passed away.

'At that time, I wanted to be like those fireflies….'

"Yeah, they are beautiful."

"What happened? Why are you looking like that?"

"I want to be like them."

"Like them?"

"Yes, like them. They can go wherever they want, unrestricted by anything."

"Freedom, huh? They might have wings, but we have our own kind of freedom, Astron. We can help others, making our world better…We can learn and dream."

"But they can fly."

"….."

"Imagine soaring through the sky, visiting places no one has ever been."

"True, they have the sky, but we have each other, and that's a unique kind of freedom. Besides, who knows, maybe one day we'll find our own wings."

"Can we really find our wings?"

"Why? Do you want to leave me alone and explore the world? This sister is hurt."

"You know, I will never leave you alone in this world."

"I know."

'At that time, you, who were illuminating my world, looked more pure than anything else under the moon.'

For some reason, thoughts and memories came crashing here.

'But, you couldn't find your wings at the end.'

CLENCH!

Clenching my fists, I looked at the small shiny mana particles around my hand.

'They were taken from you.'

And once again, with the memories that crashed back, I stood up and took out the training materials I brought with me.

'And, I swear, I will take them back.'

*******

Inside the forge, Vorgvir's hands, calloused from centuries of forging, gently traced the contours of the weapon.

It pulsed with a latent power, a reflection of the young man's vengeance and the blacksmith's commitment to his craft.

"Old friend," Vorgvir whispered to the hammer at his side, "we have birthed something unique today."

With a profound sigh, he placed the weapon on the cooling rack. The workshop, once ablaze with the fervor of creation, now settled into a reverent silence.

Vorgvir turned towards the door, his steps resonating with the weight of his centuries-long journey.