A boy who tries to fulfill his childhood dream.
He comes to the city from the countryside to earn a living.
The boy goes from one menial job to another.
But he still hasn’t gotten the job he wants.
When his body grows sturdy, and he becomes a young man.
He tries to fulfill his childhood dream.
He becomes a blacksmith’s apprentice.
However, blacksmiths are stubborn.
The young man cannot easily become an apprentice.
While secretly learning the blacksmith’s skills day by day, not getting discouraged.
He earns his living expenses through odd jobs.
Not being able to learn blacksmithing means not being able to earn money.
One day.
The young man climbed the highest mountain in the mountainous region.
A few days ago.
An apprentice who was training under the blacksmith let slip something at a drinking party.
“If you see the morning sun from the summit. You’ll be able to make something good ///”
He might be able to make something good too.
Such a faint hope.
After several days of climbing, the luggage brought down from the mountain is heavy.
He arrives at the summit later than scheduled.
He meditates for one day on the summit.
The morning sun he aimed for.
The young man felt something from the morning sun after his meditation.
He returns to the mining city.
To the blacksmith apprentice’s workshop.
He rents a workshop for several months.
He doesn’t care if those behind him mock him as someone who can’t even become a disciple, or hide his materials and tools.
*Cone, Caan*
He swings his hammer with all his might into the blazing furnace, to make the vision he saw on the mountain summit a reality.
“It’s done! I made it!”
At his creation.
Those who had mocked him.
They tried to break it with their own creations and put him in his place.
*Clang!*
“…….What???”
Instead of breaking it, his creation was broken.
His own work, which he was being trained to do by the blacksmith.
Is broken by the work of someone who secretly watched his techniques.
The blacksmiths quickly hear of this fact.
“Next, try us with our work.”
*Gaaaan, Gashaan*
One after another, their works are broken by the young man’s creations.
“N-Noooo…..”
Complete defeat.
And then, without a master.
He becomes revered as a master blacksmith by those who aspire to be blacksmiths.
His creations are so sturdy.
With enchantments added, his works become deified in the blacksmithing world.
And the hidden workshop where that young man took refuge from worldly praise.
Exists somewhere in this mountainous region.
A mining city is built nearby.
They search for it while mining.
Those who find the hidden workshop never return.
There are traps that take lives.
And beyond those traps.
There are storage rooms and shelves where the deified works of the blacksmith sleep.
Those who dare to enter never return alive.
The mining city’s population is not the only thing that dwindles.
The mines in the surrounding area also become depleted of ore.
It quickly becomes a ghost town.
*Pichan*
I am advancing through a cave that has become a limestone cave of such a hidden workshop.
“No cute girls or beauties in a ghost town.”
Rayos mutters to himself, lacking female company.
He endures the still-active traps with self-deprecating remarks.
“Woaah, the wall is releasing some kind of dangerous gas—it’s digestive fluid!”
*Kachin*
“Nooo! Now it’s a cave-in! Begyaa!”
The traps that no one escapes don’t work on me! ☆
He endures them immensely.
An ordinary person would have died 20 times by now.
“Is this the workshop?”
A forlorn iron door.
The moment I open it, the smell of dust assaults my nose.
“No final trap, huh?”
Even famous swords are covered in dust, making their value unknown.
“F-Fuu.”
I can’t appraise it, but it’s probably a skilled work.
I’ll collect it and search for the blacksmith’s diary or crafting blueprints.
*Gasoso, Gasa* *Katan*
“Hidden room? Bugyaaahhh!”
There’s a door behind a shelf. As I try to open it, the door moves inward, and gas sprays out. My face burns. It becomes inflamed. Uooohhh!
*Shuuu…*
“I’m not a vampire, you know!”
I activate my cells and regenerate.
I need clothes. Not because I’m cold.
They’re just uncool.
Beyond the open door was a wall.
A trap that spews gas.
“Tch, I need to get out of here quickly…”
Did some tunnel collapse?
I feel a tremor and observe my surroundings to see if they’ll collapse as well.
No problems. I’ll get out quickly… getting out, I encounter ant-like monsters that have dug a side tunnel.
“Kichikichi, Kichikichi”
“Shall I test the sharpness of these famous swords on them? Hah!”
*Kaan*
“They don’t cut! GAH!”
“Kichikichi”
“Kachikachi”
Rayos swings the famous swords at the giant ants.
The famous swords cannot cut the giant ants’ exoskeletons and are repelled.
Is it due to age, or are they fake! Rayos smashes the giant ants with magic.
And gets out.
“Haaah, no information from this self-proclaimed god.”
And the spoils of war are fake junk.
Aside.
The junk, over time.
Was excavated during the construction of a road that crosses the mountainous region.
And it showed a sharpness that could indeed be called a famous sword.
“The next destination is close to the city.”
I’m gonna hold so many women!
And wait for me, my enemy.
Self-proclaimed god! I’m gonna punch you in the face!
The next legend appears in the tragedy of the second baron’s daughter.
A cursed dagger that caused her to stab and kill her unwanted fiance.
A cursed dagger that remains to this day.
The hands of evil creep into the viscount’s residence to search for it.
“Kukuku, Fuhahahaha!”
Hmm, hmm, hmm. It’s interesting to see the viscount’s daughter with a frightened expression of what I’m about to do.
The guards outside the residence are silent. There are no guards in front of the room.
Easy.
“Tell me about the cursed dagger, with those glossy lips, Reroooooo!”
“Nn’nnn’nn, nn’n.”
Rayos, who of course knows he could easily ask the viscount for information.
The innocent viscount’s daughter, not knowing, screams while biting into the dick she was made to add.
