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The Tower's Blacksmith

Burdened by debts and on the edge of losing his workshop, Rivyn’s life turns around when he finds out that he got a mysterious System, which is different from the ones that every adventurer and blacksmith receive. This special System lets him create not only weapons and armor but potions, accessories, and Skill Books as well. Rivyn regains all his mechanical astuteness thus meaning he was given a second shot at success but at a great price. To progress he has to earn the system points for doing the hard tasks and doing it, better than anyone else. On the story’s premise, Rivyn’s talent increases with conflicts among guilds that want to monopolize the skills within the powerful organization. However, Rivyn isn’t interested in either fighting for the Renegades or becoming one of them. His only focus is mastering the art of crafting—until danger forces him to confront the truth: as strength is dominant even a simple blacksmith sometimes has to use a sword for his own protection. Given the looming complicated foes, guilds tempting and wooing him, and the ever present mystery of the System, Rivyn has to deal with the balance between craftsmanship and living. Will he grow up to be the world’s greatest blacksmith or will he be ravished by the powers that want to take him over?

Surrel · Fantasy
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84 Chs

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Kharon marched up to Rivyn, his footsteps deliberately calculative. Rivyn watched him with a stoic expression, unsure of what would happen. Obviously, Rivyn had the higher strength; one could easily tell from how much earlier he defeated the first floor compared to Kharon, who clearly seemed to have needed help to survive the Twigs. What was the point, then? Rivyn went over so many, but all those reasons really didn't really seem to fit. He had never seen Kharon in his life, either in hostile or familiar notes.

Kharon finally stopped before him, an almost inscrutable curve to his lips spreading across his blue skin. The shadows cast by his fluid curl-shape horns stretched long across his face as his gold eyes sparkled within the dimness. Time seemed to stretch in that one moment, the two simply standing in silence that compacted and grew thick with unspoken words. Rivyn nodded, his smile a polite echo tinged with wariness.