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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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105 Chs

Floor 16 & 17

As Rivyn blinked through the flash of teleportation, his feet touched down on the damp, mist-covered ground of Floor 16. This was unlike any battlefield he'd encountered before. Shadows pooled around the edges of the dimly lit arena, and an unnatural silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. Rivyn took a slow, steadying breath, grounding himself for the trial ahead. The prompt echoed in his mind.

[Floor 16: Defeat the Monsters]

As he scanned the space, Rivyn felt a faint tremor ripple through the earth beneath him, each thud growing louder, stronger. Then, from the shadows, a creature of nightmares emerged. The towering figure was a Minotaur—a monstrous blend of man and beast, its bull-like head crowned by enormous, jagged horns that jutted out in terrifying angles. Each of its footfalls seemed to make the ground tremble, and in its blood-red eyes was a spark of intelligent malice, as if it knew it was the apex predator here.