Chapter 50: Blood Demon

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[Rewards are being calculated…]

Vivian: ???

Calculating?

Vivian frowned slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he waited for a long time. Seeing that the calculation prompt still hadn't changed, he began to lose his patience.

What's going on?

Is it stuck?

Can this system even get stuck?

Where's my Blood Demon of the Great Sword Twenty-One?

Are you starting to cheat now?

Just as he was getting frustrated, he saw the old man, supported by Lamor, sit up. The old man nodded gratefully at Vivian and said, "This… Navy Officer, thank you… thank you for everything you've done for my grandson and me."

"You're welcome." Vivian waved his hand absentmindedly.

Meanwhile…

"Officer Vivian… I heard them call you that. Didn't you say you wanted to see me forge? Well, I'm forging a brand new Blood Red Blade." Lamor said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, as he pulled out a piece of red iron from under the bed.

"Unlike the blades I've forged before, I've spared no expense on the materials this time." Lamor smiled. "So this time, I guarantee I can forge the best Blood Red Blade ever and give it to you."

It was clear that Lamor was extremely excited and thrilled at this moment.

Vivian had not only regrown his grandfather's leg but also helped him deal with the Jack Gang before leaving. Lamor had already decided that even if Vivian hadn't brought the antidote, he would do everything he could to repay Vivian's kindness.

"Then I'll be looking forward to it." Vivian sat down on a bench.

Although he didn't know what was going on with the system calculation, he couldn't refuse the chance to get a good blade.

"Lamor has been learning to forge blades from me since he was a child."

Seeing his grandson busy at the forge, the old man, who had just taken the antidote and was much clearer in thought, sat up and said with a smile, "The blades I forged when I was young are far inferior to Lamor's."

His eyes were full of comfort.

Having lost a leg and been bedridden, he had resigned himself to his fate and even had suicidal thoughts. He never expected to meet someone like Vivian.

As the old man spoke, Lamor began forging the Blood Red Blade with his unique techniques, smiling all the while.

Vivian sat on the side, watching intently.

It wasn't that he was particularly interested in forging, but…

He wanted to see how his basic forging skills compared to those of a skilled blacksmith who could forge a good blade.

If possible, he even wanted to try forging his own exclusive blade once his skills improved to an intermediate level.

Clang—clang—clang—clang!

The rhythm of hammering the material was still very regular.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

Until the sun hanging high in the sky completely set, Lamor finally stopped swinging his hammer.

He placed the roughly shaped blade into the water.

Whoosh—!

A large amount of steam rose, accompanied by bursts of red light from the water's surface. The old man, lying on the bed, widened his eyes and murmured in surprise, "This feeling… could it be?"

"Hmm?"

Vivian raised an eyebrow, feeling something was off. He wanted to get closer for a better look, but before he could, the water tank suddenly exploded. A tank of boiling water, dyed red by the blade, spilled onto the ground, with some splashing onto Vivian's ankle.

"So hot?"

Feeling the burning sensation on the skin of his feet, Vivian was surprised as he took the red sword from Lamore's hand, weighing it in his hands.

A strange sensation surged up his arm, making his blood instinctively boil.

"It's heavy…" He said.

"Yes. Because I used blood-red refined iron. Just this little bit weighs about thirty kilograms," Lamore explained.

Lamore had been saving up to buy this iron ever since his grandfather was harmed by the gang. Now, using it to forge a masterpiece and gifting it to their savior, Lamore couldn't be more satisfied.

However, just as Vivian was about to return the sword to Lamore, a few golden sparks suddenly emerged from Vivian's body, automatically wrapping around the blade.

"This?"

Vivian was surprised, his mouth wide open.

"Just as I suspected, this sword has far surpassed the level of a fine sword!" The old man, lying in bed, excitedly propped himself up.

The sword could shatter a water tank with just the heat from the forge and make cold water boil instantly, and it could also draw out the wielder's abilities…

This sword had already begun to develop its own consciousness!

"Did I create a cursed sword?" Lamore looked at the reddish blade, slightly confused.

"No." The old man shook his head. "All famous swords in the world have their own consciousness, just like the legendary ship spirits. Some swords have gentle and loyal consciousness, while others are rebellious and warlike, which is why the latter are called cursed swords by people…"

"So, does that mean?" Lamore's expression became excited again.

"Yes… this sword has surpassed the level of a fine sword and can be ranked among the great swords!" The old man smiled.

A great sword?

I actually forged a great sword?

I… I…

Lamore's pale face began to turn red.

This had been his dream since childhood, to create a weapon that could be listed among the great swords. And now, had this dream come true?

"Vivian-sama…"

At the same time, the old man continued, "This sword was forged by Lamore for you. You should give it a name."

"Name it?"

Vivian was slightly stunned, then quickly realized.

Could it be…

This sword is…

"Blood Demon…" he murmured softly.

"Blood Demon?" Lamore and his grandfather blinked simultaneously.

"Good name."

"It does have a cursed sword feel."

"From now on, this sword will be called Blood Demon!"

"Maybe in the future, this sword in Officer Vivian's hands could even be ranked among the Supreme Grade Swords," Lamore began to hope.

As they finished speaking…

[Settlement complete]

[You have received the reward: 21 Great Grade Sword - "Blood Demon"]

Vivian: "…"