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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

Grinding #2

Rivyn stood amidst the swirling haze of the white space, his breathing uneven yet steady, his resolve unshaken. The battle had reached a fever pitch, the manticores showing no signs of relenting. Each beast prowled in a loose circle around him, their predatory movements laced with a cunning that sent shivers down the spine of even the most battle-hardened. But Rivyn was past fear—there was only the drive to persevere.

The first manticore ended the stalemate, surging forward with extended claws. Rivyn pivoted on his heel, swinging his great sword in a wide, heavy arc to meet the strike. Steel clashed against claws in a loud din of metallic screech; there was a flurry of sparks as the blade deflected the attack, the jarring recoil pummeling through Rivyn's arms before he steadied and shot a rapid upward slash at it that nicked its jaw.