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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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Beaming With Joy

Rivyn's breath came hard and fast, each one pulling him back from the raw intensity of the battle. He'd barely finished off one ogre, its blood still fresh on his blade, when another of the massive beasts lunged toward him with surprising speed. Unlike the last ogre, which had only attacked reactively, this one seemed dead-set on Rivyn's destruction from the start. As it charged forward, Rivyn gripped his sword tightly, mentally preparing himself for what he knew would be an even fiercer fight.

He darted forward, meeting the ogre halfway. The beast's monstrous club swung in a wide arc, forcing Rivyn to react quickly. He barely managed to roll under it, feeling the ground quake as it crashed beside him. Rising from his roll, Rivyn thrust his sword at the ogre's torso, only to be met with an unexpected resistance. The impact felt like he'd struck solid iron. Rivyn's entire arm trembled, and he stumbled backward, his grip momentarily wavering.