Chapter 100: Troublesome Kid: Part Three

“Hup!”

~Boing~

“Oh maaan, that feels nice.” I utter after jumping face first on to my king sized bed.

“It all looks great.” Dawn comments as she joins me by my side, playfully falling on her back, arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

“Right? Finally have a place to myself now. Which is flipping awesome.” I utter as I get cozy on the bed, pressing my face down against the soft pillows below. I may be somewhat… sort of, kind of… broke… for now… but all of this was definitely worth every digital penny spent.

We’re currently in the first room of the 2nd Floor of our self-made abode, the bedroom. Right next to it is the bathroom, with a large bath tub I made myself with the Gaia Skill, and downstairs is the set of a dining room/kitchen for the first room, and of course, the smithy at the back, or as I like to call it, the Workroom. The bedroom we’re currently in has a king sized bed facing directly towards the big glass window I installed to the left side wall of the room. To the left side of the bed, is a sizable walk-in closet, built by yours truly as well. I’ve already unpacked and everything.

I roll over to look up at the ceiling, then start looking around.

A message pops up.

[Report. Hidden Quest: Blacksmith First Base has been completed. Now calculating rewards…]

[Subject has gained a new Skill known as Domain Director with three Sub-Skills known as Designer, Developer and Decorator.]

“Lotta D’s.” Dawn observes with a questionably overly nonchalant expression.

“Don’t say that.”

I read through my newly obtained Skills, then read through the rest of my rewards.

Satisfied with the results, I jolt my self up off the bed. Stretching languidly, I saunter downstairs to the newly built smithy. The Workroom.

“Are you making another weapon?” Dawn asks, casually leaning by the doorway.

“Not just any weapon, I’m pretty sure, I’m about to create a monster.” My voice carries a mischievous tone as I say that, smiling almost wickedly.

“You know, Master, you can be very scary.” Dawn comments with a thin smile, her tone somewhat sounding like an odd mixture of mocking and genuine concern.

“Ignored.” I utter with an eye roll. Then I take down Taipan’s weapons from where they hang on the wall, just above the Workroom table. The black daggers known as the Obsidian Venom Reapers. I place the daggers on the table before me.

After that, I cast Domain Transit, teleporting across the room, going from the work table to the chest holding all my Mana Crystals. I take out a single Mana Crystal from the chest. Wolf Spirit Amaruq’s monster core. The only A-Rank Mana Crystal I currently have.

Then before retreating back to the table, I teleport further back to where I set all the things I ordered when I had to build the house… There, I pluck out three feathers from the Harpy Countess’s wings, then I cut out a considerable portion of the Wolf Spirit Amaruq’s pelt.

I teleport back near the table afterwards, then set all the things I’ve just collected on said table. Then finally, I take out one of the Wild Goat Lord’s horns from the barrel next to the table, take down the broken Drakeduke Longsword, set it on the table then take down six of the Twelve Whistling Daggers, setting them on the table themselves, as well.

“I see what you mean, now.” Dawn approaches from behind me. “You really are

creating a monster.”

“What can I say? Wanna make my big sister proud.” I self praise, then immediately get to work.

“This is going to be fun… getting to see you work in action.” She adds as she leans against the wall about two or three metres behind me.

“You weren’t watching when I created the Twins?” I ask.

“I was still just a blade back then. Seeing it all in Avatar form is a different experience altogether.” Dawn explains briefly.

“I see… well… guess all I have left to say is, enjoy the show. Cause even after this, I’m gonna be creating a heck of a lot more weapons.” With a confident snicker, I get to it.

I grab the Drakeduke Longsword’s broken frame, along with the Twelve Whistling Daggers and Obsidian Venom Reapers, then throw them all into the ever flaming Dragon Furnace. Then, as it all melts down into molten mixture, feeling the need to add something more, I grab Dawn… well, her blade form anyway. As for Dawn the Avatar, she just looks at me with an eyebrow raise as I grab the blade.

Ignoring her with expertise, I teleport to the back of the room once again, and cut a small chunk of Cold Iron off of one of the big chunks placed there. A little below half a kilogram by my rough estimation. I grab the small chunk and teleport back to the table with it, then throw it in the Furnace, as well.

As it all melts and blends together well, I grab the Everchanging Anvil, and make it have a large hole in the middle that gets narrower as it descends. Then I make so that it has a considerably rough surface around the edge.

I take the Wild Goat Lord’s horn off the table and start grating it using the rough surface, giving the horn a sand like form as it pours in the hole each time I move back and forth. All up until the entire horn has been turned into a sand like substance inside the hole. Then, I do the same thing with the A-Rank Mana Crystal.

I then go and pour the molten mixture from before, into the hole, mixing it with the horn and monster core now turned sand. I stir it all up like something to be cooked. The molten, a mixture of the obsidian from the Reapers, the violet from the Drakeduke and the scarlet from the Twelve Whistling Daggers, now glistens with small bright silver lights, as if combined with some sort of silver glitter.

“That has to be a coincidence, right?” Dawn asks, observing how the mixture of colour in the molten resembles a certain someone’s colour of hair and eyes.

“I honestly don’t know, it’s so crazy that I’m too lazy to question it.” I shrug my shoulders as if already having given up.

After stirring up the molten properly, I make the Anvil turn into a molding structure, taking on the shape I want the weapon to be, blade, grip and all. Once that’s settled, I use Ymir to cool it down, making it solid.

Afterwards, I open the Anvil, taking out the uniquely shaped structure. A massive rectangular shape, it’s hilt that lacks a guard is about thirty centimetres long, with the blade itself, though still not sharpened yet, approximately one hundred and twenty centimetres long and close to thirty centimetres wide.

I set it on the Anvil, now back to normal, then take down the Hammer of Unknown Origin from the interior wall, and start using it to smash the front edge of the blade flat, from its base, all the way to the tip and back teeth, and all while slightly melting it here and there with the Dragon Furnace, to make it easier to mold. I hammer and hammer up until I finally have something worth calling a blade, since it now has a sharp edge. However, it isn’t perfect yet. Still using the Furnace to slightly melt it where need be, I use the Anvil in addition, grinding the blade’s edge against it, back and forth to sharpen it even further and more precise.

After that, all I have left to do is finalize its hilt design. I grab the piece of Amaruq’s pelt that I cut off from the whole, and wrap it around the base of the blade, creating a guard of fur, around five centimetres in length. Then I trim the fur of what’s left of the piece of the pelt, and wrap that around the blade’s hilt, save for the knob, creating a soft, slightly fluffy grip. I imbue Mana around it using Cultivator to make sure it glues well. Then, to really finish up the project, I grab the three feathers I plucked out of the Harpy Countess’s wings, then use Mana to glue them in a semi rotating form just about ten centimetres above the blade’s base.

After putting the Everchanging Anvil back where it was, I now hold the finished blade that I’ll gift to none other than Melissa herself.

The weapon is less a sword and more a slab of tempered steel. It rises straight and broad from a simple hilt, ending with a scythe-like hook. Just below the tip, the leading edge is bitten away into a series of jagged, serrated teeth, two specifically, one a tad smaller than the other — perfect for things like catching an opponent’s weapon or sawing through armour. It’s a monstrous thing, and I partly can’t believe I even created it. A cleaver-sword built for a butcher’s work of war. A spine thick enough to parry a mace, and hooked prow that gives it a predatory silhouette. The recessed serrations along the upper edge look like the maw of a shark, designed to shred whatever the main edge can’t clean through. It’s velvet overall color, bathed in silver glistening. As if a deep redish-purple night sky filled with nearly countless silver stars.

“She’s gonna be quite the troublesome kid.” Dawn casually comments telepathically.

“She?” I ask, a tad confused at what she means by that.

“Yeah, can’t you tell? That’s a she.” She utters matter-of-factly.

“But I haven’t even named it yet… are you telling me that I’m not the one who decides what gender you guys take on?”

“Well, we are your servants, but we ought to be allowed some autonomy, don’t you think?”

“Hm… guess I can’t argue with that. Would be kinda weird if I had control of something like that, now that I think about it.”

Report. Subject is required to provide the recently created longsword with a name, afterwards the Grade of the longsword shall be measured.]

“Well hello… took you long enough.”

“What are you gonna name her?” Dawn asks, as she approaches me.

I smile and hold the weapon up as it glimmers a dark velvet hue.

“I’ll call her…”

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