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Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

# blacksmith # forging In a parallel world, everyone awakened to weapon talents. They used divine weapons to battle against ferocious creatures. Hence, the Forgemaster job class was born and was held in high esteem. Wu Mo transmigrated to this world and became a student of the top academy, Divine Arms Academy. The end-of-semester practical exam was in three days. Students were required to forge a divine weapon on the spot. However, he was not prepared at all! Fortunately, he awakened a system which allowed him to see the blueprints of all mythical weapons. [Mjolnir] [Divine Bow of the Winter God] [Eternal Spear] [Shield of Zeus] … Since he was a blacksmith, he decided to create a hammer for himself first. On the day of the end-of-semester exam, the whole world was astonished! An examiner exclaimed, “We asked you to submit your assignment and you are submitting Mjolnir?”

Absolute World's Best Sword · Fantasía
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800 Chs

He Prepares to Leave Right After Settling Down With His Family

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He quickly bowed and saluted the general. When he discovered that there were two five-star cultivators following General Shao, he lowered his head even more. He was afraid that he had done something wrong and angered the other party.

Unexpectedly, General Shao Yuan would not even open his eyes to look at him. He actually walked straight toward Wu Mo. 

That gave the old village chief a great shock. Had that kid from the Wu family committed some crime?

Right then, the many villagers who had gathered together on the open ground were also staring at each other with their eyes wide open. One by one, they retreated a little.

"May I ask if you are Mayor Zhao's friend, Mr. Wu?"

General Shao Yuan went up to Wu Mo and spoke with a respectful expression.

The village chief secretly turned his head to observe. When he saw that General Shao Yuan was being so respectful toward Wu Mo, his eyes were on stalks. His expression was one of disbelief.

"I am."