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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 #3

The vast white space shimmered with an almost otherworldly light, presenting an infinite expanse that appeared to exist in a paradoxical state of being both present and absent simultaneously. At the very center of this ethereal realm stood Rivyn, his sword drawn and ready for battle, his stance unwavering and steady as a rock. He knew precisely what awaited him in this mystical place: another intense round of the system's merciless trials, unfair and cruel in their nature, scraping every fiber of his being. For in this very place, he had faced the fearsome manticores' fierce combat, venomous poison like a wildfire coursing through his veins, while powerful claws rumbled down at his defenses, leaving marks on body and spirit. And still, despite everything, he had felt some unknown compulsion to return one more time—sired by a force he could not fully understand.