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Rise Of The Forgotten Gods

A world on the brink of destruction, Man’s treachery knows no bounds and the planet was spiralling towards its end, but he couldn’t stand it anymore, should he just end it all and start over again? Wipe out the very vermin that plagued his world or destroy the world itself. But would that make him a saviour or a plague, the very thing he was against. So he decided to give his world one last chance, to determine their fate with their hands. A lost soul wanders the face of Kreatia, trying to find his purpose, but fate has thrown him into the eye of the storm alongside a regressor, a dimensional traveller, a reincarnator, the will of the world, and one normal lad. A weird combination but their actions on the world might decide its end. Survival or Destruction, watch kreatia’s last struggle. You can join me on discord and be a part of the creation process via https://discord.gg/9mQNYY6aNX

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Chapter 49: Halfling

It had been a while since Valdor received a reply from his father. Granted, Gamora existed in the middle of nowhere with the coverage in that area basically being nonexistent, but he had a pager that could connect to virtually any location on the face of Gamora

Karl sometimes took a while to answer his messages but this was the first time he'd take so long. This pushed Valdor to ask his grandfather, Kalder, to investigate the situation.

Seven months, that was how long it took from the time his first message was sent, to their investigation bore results. The results however were disastrous. Gamora had been wiped off the face of Kreatia. The buildings and land had been razed leaving no trace and no hint could be found.

Valdor fell into despair at the result. Everyone he knew and loved was gone.

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It had been a year since information about Gamora's destruction had reached Valdor's ear. It had driven the young dwarf to a state of desperation.

The peak awakener's life had become monotonous, with the dwarf cycle in the settlement revolving around building new stuff and exploring dungeons.

Valdor's life had changed drastically, shunning the interventions and invitations of the rest of the clansmen, adamant in his goal; finding out what happened to his hometown. But to do that, he'd have to acquire power, enough power to make him untouchable by any one, which was the reason for his seclusion.

Over the years he had spent in the clan, Valdor had proven himself to be an excellent craftsman, and just as excellent of a warrior and that had given him access to a lot of materials and areas, including the great dwarven library.

During one of his trips, he had found a book, a tattered and worn one which was lying in an inconspicuous corner of the shelf. The dwarves in their test for knowledge always treasured their materials so it was a big shock for Valdor to find a book in such a state.

He took the book from its spot and went to the reading area of the library and go through it and the ideas he found in the book were overwhelming. Ideas he had never thought possible or even thought about were lying in the book, granted they were all unproven theories and most likely the jottings of a dreamer.

One of the elders who happened to walk in on Valdor's reading session burst into laughter upon seeing the book the young halfling held

"Boy, you should take anything you see in that book seriously"

The dwarf said as he approached Valdor, taking a seat before him and sharing a tale that once was told to him in a similar manner in the past

"You see lad, almost every dwarf that has entered this great library had been drawn to this book in the past. It holds a lot of beautiful ideas and ignites your spirit as a craftsman, but I have to tell you"

The dwarf looked Valdor in the eye as he pulled out a bottle of rum and two cups, setting one before himself and the other before Valdor. One would wonder where the dwarf pulled out the liquor from, but anyone who knew the love and respect the race had for good liquor knew better than asking.

"Come on lad, drink up"

The elderly raised his cup for a toast before gulping it down, Valdor, setting the book before him aside, grabbed the cup before him and drank from it

"Now, where was I? Ahh yes, that book has been passed down for as long as the tribe existed with the most eccentric of all dwarves, masters of their craft, designing or building a blueprint or plan for a grand project, alas, none had ever been able to pull it off"

"Although the drafts, patterns and blueprints in the books look achievable, all who have tried to build the stuff there had never pulled it off, so it became a legend and a joke of some sorts in the clan"

"The book looks the way it looks not because it had been abandoned but because it had been borrowed by virtually every high-ranking member of the calm trying to bring at least a single of the creations written in the book to life"

After a short period of silence, Valdor asked

"If it is that important, shouldn't it be hidden away somewhere, what if someone destroys it, the plans in it might not be reachable at the moment but who says it wouldn't be of reach in the years to come?"

Valdor asked after a few moments of silence

"This right here kid is why the elders appreciate you, we tell you one and you figure out the rest. The book is left out here as a challenge to anyone who can try to figure out the secrets written in it, however, the one you see here is a copy"

And with those words the elderly dwarf emptied his glass and took his leave. The table however had 3 bottles of liquor lying on it, in such a short conversation they had ingested that much liquor.

Valdor understood the words of the elder but it didn't stop him from perusing though it, stopping only when his eyes caught sight of a particular page

Re-forging the soul weapon

'what an odd title'

Valdor thought to himself as he went through the page. While the idea itself was novel, it was one of the blueprints that was deemed impossible by all standards.

Re-forging the soul weapon was beyond the scope of a craftsman and was now in the range of magicians especially those that dabbled in the secret arts.

With a sigh, Valdor returned the book back to its spot and left the library.

Valdor started making all the preparations possible. Following the blueprint he found the library was going to cut it so he had to improvise for each of the component.

A soul disrupter

A soul stabilizer

A soul source

And elemental source

An array

And finally, the power source.

One of the dwarves that had studied the blueprint in the past had called the ravings of a mad man as even if it was possible to pull it off, there was a possibility for the one that had undergone the operation to change as tampering with the soul weapon as the same as messing with one's existence

Other things the dwarf penned down in his note was that, whoever was going through the procedure would have to do it from start to finish on their own, bearing the soul splitting pain, staying conscience and simultaneously guiding the process towards the finish and to crown it all off, if someone somehow managed to pull it off, there will be a clash from the soul source during the fusion process and if the foreign remnant will in the soul source take over, the body of who ever had gone through the process would become a monster controlled by instinct

The most important however was that the operation could only be performed during the process of baptism as the body had to undergo transformation at the same period the soul was and the only time that was possible was during the transition from awakener to ascendant certainly, this was a quest even the most insane person would avoid, who was sure they could fulfill all the options above?

Valdor had spent his time preparing for the process, pulling all his connections in his quest to gather items and natural treasures that could fulfill such roles, but even that wasn't enough. Eventually, Valdor himself had to venture into the wild, exploring ruins and dungeons to find materials for his rebirth.

It wasn't the easiest thing to do, Valdor within that short period of time had explored a vast area of the dwarven continent, sometimes venturing to other continents temporarily to find the objects that suit him.

But how could a peak awakener that was first a craftsman survive in the cruel world with his measly strength? The ruins, wildlands and dungeons were lawless places where he had the strongest fist survived and during the first few trips of Valdor's journey, he was lucky to make it back home, He was definitely injured, but he still survived.

The clan leader Kalder couldn't bear to see his grandson and possible successor in such dire straits every time he left the clan but he knew he couldn't stop him from leaving. The whereabouts of his son was already unknown and he didn't want to lose his grandson too, so he decided to help him out.

Kalder was without a doubt the best craftsman at the village, a testament to his role as the clan chief, and for the first time in a long time, the old man went into a three-month retreat. At the level Kalder was at, he only personally moved to create something when the kings or equally powerful figures made a request, however the old chief went into his forge for the sake of his grandson.

When he finally came out, Valdor had returned from another one of his outings, so Kalder took the chance to give him the gift he sent for the young dwarf and Valdor reluctantly came to see him that night.