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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

I did it...

[Respawning...]

The familiar red haze clouded Rivyn's vision as his body reformed in the white expanse, the ground beneath him solidifying, the sensation of weight returning to his limbs. He wasn't surprised anymore; the cycle of life and death had become a strange routine. Each time he died, he felt the harsh pang of failure, but it was always brief. This wasn't the first time the system had thrown him into an impossible situation, and he was determined to overcome it.

The moment his vision cleared, Rivyn saw the five ogres standing before him, just as they had been before. Their hulking figures loomed over the stark, white landscape, grotesque and brutish, with their thick brown skin gleaming in the artificial light of the space. They didn't move, just stood lazily, their massive clubs resting on the ground.

"So, we meet again," Rivyn muttered, narrowing his eyes at the one closest to him.