Luke stood inside the temple chamber alongside Azazel and Vaelor. The Demon Blacksmith was deep in thought after witnessing Luke use [Wraith Form].

“I didn’t see that coming,” Vaelor admitted.

Luke had expected anger after the deception, but instead the demon burst into laughter and slapped him hard on the back.

“That was a good one. I truly didn’t think of it. You’re a crafty little cheat, aren’t you?” Vaelor said, clearly amused.

Do demons like being tricked?

“I should’ve tried harder, used more Identification skills to dig through your system,” Vaelor went on, excitement creeping into his voice. “I never imagined you’d have a Wraith Form. When was the last time someone fooled me? A few millennia ago, at least.”

Apparently, demons did enjoy being tricked. Or maybe it was the process that led to it. Luke realized they were like comedians. A comedian doesn’t laugh at most jokes because they already know how they’re built, where the punchline is going, long before it lands. They’re always several steps ahead of the audience. So when a joke actually makes them laugh, it means it truly surprised them. That seemed to be exactly what was happening with Vaelor.

The demon kept laughing, replaying Luke’s trick in his mind.

“Good thing we didn’t bet our souls,” Vaelor added.

“Even magicians enjoy watching another magician perform,” Azazel commented casually.

“You really did fool me,” Vaelor said, his skeletal face still smiling, though the grin slowly faded. “But I can’t believe you gambled your luck on that. With this method, the chance of death is already high for a true wraith-demon. For you, as a fake one, it’s practically guaranteed. Even so, it didn’t actually help you.”

He shaped a chair from the stone floor and sat down. “You managed to make things worse for both of us.”

“Either way, I earned the chance to learn your legendary technique,” Luke replied calmly. “And about the risk of dying… from what you said about hybridization, that risk was always there. The scale just tipped a bit more to one side. Being a temporary wraith-demon is at least minimally possible, isn’t it?”

“Minimally possible?” Vaelor snapped. “Did you not understand a word I said? The moment you try to fuse with a spectral core as a false wraith, you die. And now you’ve complicated things even further. If you die, my side of the contract fails, the hammer dies with you, and I lose my chance to have an apprentice in your universe.”

Politics was just another form of war. If Luke wanted to challenge kingdoms, he would need one of his own. And now he had the opportunity to secure the allegiance of a smith who walked the Legacy Path of the Demon Blacksmith. Not just any blacksmith, but one capable of forging true weapons of war.

Luke wanted to be a force of war himself, but what good was that if the people of his future kingdom couldn’t defend themselves? He would make sure his realm possessed the best armaments possible, and Vaelor’s legacy would be the foundation of that strength. Maybe that was what Azazel wanted him to find here. Something to help him take a massive step toward his future conquests. Or maybe it was simply a way for him to learn how to create a second core and grow stronger.

Perhaps it was both. Everything this place could offer him, distilled into power. And with this, Luke had secured it. Vaelor’s order of smiths would work for him, within his future kingdom.

I don’t know if I can give the hammer to Charlie or Angie. They would never accept serving someone else, not with two masters. I’ll have to find someone else I trust.

“So, are we starting or not?” Luke asked.

Vaelor rose from his chair. “I’ll tell you how it’s done. But if you’re set on killing yourself, do it after you’ve found a successor for the profession. That way, I still get what I want.”

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“The deal involved my kingdom,” Luke replied calmly. “And the stronger I am, the easier it’ll be to build it. I need this core.”

“A deal is a deal,” Azazel said, his tone light but absolute. “Especially one mediated by the system itself.”

“Great Sovereign, I never intended to disrespect tradition,” Vaelor said quickly.

“I understand a great deal about hybridization and the creation of a second core,” Azazel continued. “After all… I was the one who invented it.”

“You invented it?” Vaelor asked, genuinely startled.

“Vaelor Vath’Ironak, you are an exceptional smith. Your weapons have aided many orders beneath my dominion. Your name is known across countless realms. I believe guiding this young demon toward you was the right choice. Now I want to see what the two of you will build together, what kind of progress you’ll make. Surprise me,” Azazel said, settling back onto the throne.

Vaelor’s expression shifted instantly.

“Luke Moon, if you’re going to do this, the risk is yours,” he said coldly. “But if you insist, then I’ll make sure the Spectral Beast Core we create is the finest that has ever existed. I will not tolerate imperfection.”

“Neither will I,” Luke replied.

Vaelor began explaining the process in detail. Hybridization was not the same as changing one’s race. In fact, it bore a strange resemblance to how lycanthropy worked. The individual could draw upon parts of the power contained within the beast core they forged, without fully becoming the beast itself.

The reason the technique had nearly vanished was simple. The risk of death was extreme. The risk of losing one’s sanity, one’s individuality, was just as high. For most, the method had become obsolete, a relic of an earlier era. If someone wanted to fly, there was no reason to gamble their life on merging with a winged beast. They could awaken a class skill, or acquire a magic item that granted flight far more safely.

“The system itself adapted after that era,” Azazel added. “It began incorporating bestial traits directly into Paths. It’s safer to awaken a class ability that gives you claws than to fuse yourself with a beast core. You could say the system learned from that time, and updated itself.”

“The system learned?” Luke asked.

“It updated itself?” Vaelor echoed.

“That’s a conversation for another day,” Azazel said, waving the topic away. “I don’t want to interrupt the two of you.”

Both Luke and Vaelor clearly wanted to push further, but the Primordial had closed the subject.

Vaelor continued his explanation until they reached the most dangerous part.

“I’m a smith. My method is rooted in forging knowledge, and you are not a smith,” Vaelor said bluntly. “That alone makes this process dangerous. Far more dangerous. If your goal is suicide, I can recommend methods that are quicker and less painful.”

“Is it possible or not for me to forge the core?” Luke asked.

Vaelor fell silent, considering the question.

“It’s possible,” Azazel said as he settled onto the throne. “I created many cores myself without using any smithing skills at all. I can offer some guidance. Instead of a forge, we’ll use a bit of alchemy and botany.”

“Guidance?” Vaelor looked intrigued, even as he tried not to show it.

Luke now had advice from the being who had invented the concept of a second core, alongside a smith who had developed his own core-creation technique. The combination only fueled his desire to push further.

“Since the great Primordial is helping with this part, Luke Moon,” Vaelor continued, “It will be your responsibility to obtain the ingredients needed to create a Spectral Beast.”

“Ingredients?”

“Creating a Spectral Beast is different from forming something like a wolf core,” Vaelor explained. “Just like wraiths, a beast has no fixed form. It can be anything. The primary ingredient in my method is the soul. A kind of opening is formed within the soul, a gateway that allows a creature from another plane to reach the physical world. To give that creature form, we feed it, shaping its existence through specific ingredients.”

He paused, then added, “My method involves using parts from other creatures, but not just any part. I’m talking about biological sections where, through natural adaptation, mana remained densely concentrated.”

Weapons and equipment could be forged from monster parts, but what Vaelor described went far beyond that.

Like the fang of the Beast Lord. That thing was packed with mana. That must be what he means.

“You’ll need powerful biological components,” Vaelor said. “Those parts will be absorbed by the core, and their power will shape the Spectral Beast.”

Powerful biological components?

“Think of it like a recipe,” Azazel added casually. “Or, in your case, a potion. The stronger and more magical the ingredients, the more powerful the result.”

“As always, perfectly stated, Sovereign,” Vaelor said.

Biological parts…

Luke reached into his inventory and smiled.

“What if I use this?” he asked, showing it to Vaelor.

“What is that? Even my Identification isn’t working,” Vaelor muttered.

“It’s called,” Luke said calmly, “the Eye of Sariel.”

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