28 Chapter 28 - The Epic Class Sword!

Theo was all smiles right now. Although he was still afraid of this brutal looking old man in front of him, the feeling of admiration slowly overshadowed that.

"Uncle Forgesteel, if I were to bring you enough iron ore, would you be able to forge weapons and armors by then?" asked Theo.

"Oho? This uncle of yours are born with the forge in front of my name! Naturally such tasks would be quite simple for me!" replied Forgesteel with confidence and his normal rounds of laughter.

"Seems like you have your ways eh, if you can bring me enough iron ores, I can make any weapons and armors for you lad!" he continued with a grin and a big thumbs up.

"Great! I will bring the iron ores tomorrow! You can count on it!" replied Theo while suppressing his excitement.

He almost went with a thumbs up too in reply as he was influenced by the tempo of his uncle Forgesteel, but with the two old fellas behind him, he needed to preserve his dignity and airs of a Ruler.

He couldn't help but to feel that there is a stark contrast between the father and the son. This uncle of his, although emitted a dangerous aura like that of a tiger waiting to wallop your a*s, had a pretty easy-going personality, while the son, which is Jerald is pretty much reserved in his actions.

"Okay!! I'll craft you one of the best iron weapon you can find in this empire as a gift tomorrow with your iron ores! You will be surprised by then! HAHA!"

"Great! Thank you uncle!" said Theo with a slight bow to express his gratitude

However, after remembering something, Theo realized that he himself already had a weapon, the epic class 'Broken Forefinger' sword which the damned system gifted him as a commemorative event of that fateful day. He was riled and incensed everytime he recalled such a humiliating moment.

Coughing dryly, he took out the sword from his dimensional inventory with a swift 'swish!' wave of his right hand, after which he put the sword down at the counter non-chalantly.

"Uncle Forgesteel, can you please inspect this sword of mine. I brought it with me when I descended down to this realm the other day." said Theo with a warm smile before continuing.

"In my realm before, this sword is categorized as an epic class weapon, its the only weapon I was allowed to bring down with me down to this realm by the deity. I wonder what rank this world would classify this sword of mine will be."

Knowing the system, Theo knew that this epic class sword is truly in the higher tier weapon regardless of its teeth-gritting and fist-clenching name. Thus, he was waiting for the surprised reaction from his uncle Forgesteel as soon as he were to inspect it.

Eventhough Theo sincerely admired him, he still needed to show off a little bit so that this uncle of his wouldn't look down onto him too much and had to give him some respect as a titled Ruler. After all, to become a successful ruler, everyone must first revere him in one way or another, as a form of acceptance to his status.

When Forgesteel glanced at the sword for the first time after Theo took it out, his expression already froze and turned to that of a serious and curious old geezer.

"T-this sword!..."

Forgesteel stuttered in his speech for the first time ever. Perhaps maybe the first time in his life! Even during back then when his imposing father reprimanded him from time to time with his errors in forging didn't make him stuttered. Palpitate maybe, but never was he stuttered!

After the previous startled expression of his, he gulped down his saliva in his mouth. This sword was that pitch black in color with a deep red hilt. Looking at it from an angle, this sword seems like it was made to naturally bath in blood and destruction without remorse!

He slowly lowered his right hand to lift the sword by the grip.

"Grgghh!!" grunted Forgesteel.

His hair skin immediately stood on its end the moment he gripped the sword. To his surprise, he was only able to lift the sword one inch from the counter table!

His breath grew haggard as he started to pant.

"Haapp!!" he yelled, summoning all his strength to lift the sword higher.

His biceps and forearm bulged as the monstrous veins started to popped out. But even then, he was only able to lift the sword by another two inch.

"Hmph! What a heavy sword!" he harrumphed with a fierce look. Evidently displeased with the sword. Then, his eyes glinted as he made a determination and shouted:

"Bloodline release!"

The hairs on both the old fellas behind Theo immediately stood on end.

'DANGER!!' alarmed their instinct.

The butler suddenly disappeared, only to reappear a hundred meters away from the blacksmith shop with both the Village Head and Theo at tow on each of his arms. This took some time to describe but only happens in less than a second.

KABOOMMM!!!!

The counter exploded, so as the whole blacksmith shop. The fainted nameless person was flown to the skies. Only the back room seems to be mysteriously intact without a scratch.

A mixture between dark violet-scarlet aura were visible emanating out from the body of Forgesteel. This aura was too savage and brutal that the surrounding grasses started to wither and disintegrate into black ashes around him.

He started to analyze the sword with keen and gleaming eyes that seems to be able to penetrate the sword down to its molecular level as he was finally able to lift it by another five inches.

Then, he to started to hold the sword with both hands as he attempted to swing it, to test the prowess of this mysterious sword. But even lifting it another inch seems to add another ton to its weight!

He was able to lift it another three inches before sweat started to form on his forehead.

'Clangg!' the sounds of the sword being dropped to the ground reverberated the area. Surprisingly, it didn't even create a dent on the ground despite its immense weight, thought Forgesteel.

He was panting hard. Sweat drenched his topless body. He lifted his two big arms as he observed that his palms was shaking with pain. This was the result of straining himself to lift the sword.

Shaking his head gently while closing his eyes, he retracted that fiendish aura that surrounded him before as the atmosphere returned to normal again. He sighed helplessly as he gestured for them to come back.

"Lad! Where did you get this sword?!" said Forgesteel in a curious manner.

When Theo heard this question, he smiled for a bit, feeling satisfied that he finally gave this uncle of his the scare of his life. A payback for having the thought to kill him before.

"Do you like the sword uncle Forgesteel? It's the sword that was personally forged by the greatest blacksmith back in the upper realm! Folsbahk of the Ninth mountain, the titled Grandforger Emperor himself!" bullsh*tted Theo with a straight face.

"HAHAHA! Like?? I love this sword! Such domineering power within it! If I was able to wield it properly, with a single swing, I am confident that I can split the ocean in half and left it like that for a month before it can even close itself! HAHA!" laughed Forgesteel out loud feeling extremely impressed.

"This sword is at the highest tier that could ever exists! Although for unknown reasons I can feel its true power was being suppressed! And that increasing weight.." he pondered for a while, seemingly puzzled.

He had never before handled any weapon that was of this peculiar bizarreness to it.

"Uncle Forgesteel, don't feel too down. It was already great that you managed to lift it! After all, this sword was made with a drop of my soul encassed within it, thus only I should be able to wield it!" replied Theo with a teasing smile but nodding gently seemingly to encourage his uncle for trying his best.

In truth, what Theo had said just now was correct although he just made it up. When the system gifted him the sword, it was locked and tied to his soul so that only he could use it. This is because, the sword is not something that should even exist at all. Not in the lower realm at least.

Hearing this, Forgesteel couldn't help but to recall the forging method of linking the weapon and armor to its master by blood bonding. It is a very complex forging method that is both time consuming and mental taxing. The stronger the master, the heavier will be his weapons and armors to be used by other, but it wasn't impossible.

After all, if the forger can't even lift the weapons and armors he was trying to create himself, that would be a laughing stock indeed.

But this sword was far too heavy! Forgesteel had prided in his brutal strength before, but even that couldn't make him lift the sword for more than ten breaths. Its truly too bizarre! He started to think that Theo was truly a monstrous existence that shrouded his strength quite deeply.

"For its power, indeed it was currently suppressed as of right now. Its true prowess was that out of this world, thus the laws of nature in this realm needed to get used to it first before I slowly release it to its full potential in the future. Otherwise.. I fear this realm would break down entirely by its sheer might.." said Theo with a concerned voice as he shook his head gently.

All the three old fellas who heard this was agaped as they bought the stories, Forgesteel included. But he laughed in the end nonetheless. He was happy that there were more higher levels to reach being a blacksmith.

"Folsbahk... Ninth Mountain... Grandforger Emperor... I have committed this name to my memory! HAHA!" laughed Forgesteel as he finally set himself an aspiration to achieve. He tilted his head to the sky as he swore to reach such a level in his lifetime with clenched fists.

"So uncle, can you breakdown the level or tiers of weapons and armors there is in this world?"