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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?

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Ambush #2

Rivyn stepped out of his house, his usual stoic expression set in place. The air was crisp, the atmosphere surprisingly quiet for the bustling streets of the 21st-floor residential area. He adjusted the collar of his tunic, his mind wandering to his recent success in the white space against the manticores. Though the battles had been grueling, the satisfaction of improvement filled him with a quiet determination.

However, his moment of reflection was cut short.

An earsplitting boom erupted nearby, the force of the explosion sending debris flying in all directions. Rivyn barely managed to brace himself as a shockwave tore through the street, throwing him back a step. His tunic, sturdy yet flexible, now bore several tears, his skin underneath scratched and bruised. Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring his view of the source of the attack.