Your life is mine...

Ganja could not believe what he was seeing.

The blade was just a small knife, but an expert knew his craft. He could not believe what he was seeing. Just to confirm, he brought the blade to his mouth and tasted it.

He even used it to make a cut on his skin. It was true.

The blade was only a small knife, but at the moment, he held and looked at it, as if he was a leprechaun holding a pot of gold.

His fingers shook slightly. He immediately rushed for the smithy, even kicking the bottle of wine aside as he did.

However, to his surprise, there was no one there. The smithy was clean and empty.

"No! No!! No!!!" He muttered lowly, "where is he!?"

"Papa! what is it?" Emma saw as her father rushed into the smithy.

Ganja turned to her and grabbed her tightly by the hands, "Where is he!?"

"Where is who!?"

"The boy! The boy that made this," he lifted the knife to her face.

Emma might not know what the problem was, but she was still her father's daughter. She knew him more than anyone else.

The last time he was worked up like this was when he was crazed about finding the perfect technique for forging blades.

"Erm... he left!" she answered.

"WHAT!? He left!? Why did you let him leave?"

That question took Emma by surprise. What was she supposed to do, stop him?

"Erm... He only left a while ago. If you hurry, you can still catch up with him."

Emma had not even finished talking before Ganja rushed out of the house.

He looked everywhere, on every corner of the street, but he could not find Chiron.

He ran for a long time, even losing his breath along the way.

As Fate would have it, or rather, as Chiron had planned it, Ganja finally found him.

At this time, he was already passing through the Blacksmith Market.

"Wait! Please! Please!! the technique... the technique you used," Ganja fell on his knees at Chiron's feet. "Please! teach me."

Chiron paused and took a look at the face of this old blacksmith Dwarf. He had a full-bearded face with a red nose and deep dark eyes. However, his beards were unkempt, and at the moment, he had tears and snot running down his face.

Chiron smiled in his heart but kept a straight appearance outwardly.

Many passers-by and other blacksmiths only saw that a former great blacksmith was kneeling on the floor in front of a child. Knowing the story of this near-legendary blacksmith, they assumed he was begging for money or something.

Many of them hissed in disgust and went about their businesses.

None of them knew that the fire for his dead passion had just been sparked once more.

"Why!?" Chiron asked. "Why should I teach you? After all, I came to you but you sent me away."

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I did not know. I really did not know."

Chiron took one more look at him and turned away.

He had only taken two steps when he heard the words he was waiting for.

"I'll do anything," Ganja repeated.

"Anything!" Chiron faced him.

"Yes! Anything at all."

"Including this," Chiron presented him with a paper.

This was a very familiar paper. At least the symbols on it were familiar.

Anyone that had ever engaged in any form of business was familiar with this paper.

This was a contract. It was also known as a blood pact.

Ganja paused and thought hard about this. This paper only had one contract rule written on it: "Your Life is mine."

It was a simple rule. A very simple one. Yes! this was a slave contract.

Ganja had a feeling deep down bugging him not to do it. But in his hand was the knife Chiron had made. It was the evidence that what he wanted was possible.

He thought back to all he had sacrificed up until this time. A lot had been lost. His wife, His wealth, His Friends, His Respect and Reputation, His children.

Too much had gone.

The heavens had finally decided to see his dream come through.

"What more is the life of a man if he can not achieve his dreams?" Ganja muttered to himself lowly. And then he laughed loudly.

He used the knife Chiron had made and cut his palm. "I'll do it!"

And so, both parties signed the contract.

Chiron nodded slowly as part of the contract entered into his head.

He opened his stats. Naturally, it had been adjusted.

//FATE CHANGE SYSTEM//

>>STS<<

Rank= Nil.

Health= 93

Strength=90

Agility=80

luck= 5

Stamina= 90

Spirit energy= ??? (unusable)

Major Fate changed= 5 points

Minor Fate changed=Nil

Blood Pacts= 2/3

Blood Pact partner= Bama the Merchant.

Blood pact Slave= Ganja the Blacksmith.

>>Please allocate points<<

Now that this was set and done, it was time for the next phase. The one Chiron had been looking up to for a while now.

It was time to make a sword unlike this world had ever seen.

Ganja followed Chiron behind as they went back to his house. Two days from the deadline had already gone.

Blacksmithing was not an easy profession. Many times, making the perfect sword with its weight, shape, balance, etc. usually took weeks to months.

However, Chiron was attempting to do all this in a mere five days.

If anyone had heard of this, they would conclude that Chiron was mad. And it was impossible, but that was where the skills of this great blacksmith came in.

Ganja was going to make the sword in his stead.

Naturally, Chiron's target as material for his sword was the Meteorite Ore. He was going to transform this casted mineral into the most adorned instrument in the entire world.

Chiron and Ganja got back to the house.

Emma was surprised by this. She did not know what Chiron had done, but she could see that fire in his eyes. It was a fire she had not seen since the death of her brother.

The two walked past her without saying anything and headed straight for the smithy.

This was the make of the Villain's weapon.