[Sponsored] Steve Chapter 163

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After hearing a series of system notification sounds in his mind, Fang Mo was elated knowing that his trip to Nidavellir was the right decision.

With a slight thought, Fang Mo's figure instantly transformed into a black light, teleporting directly into the nearby Star Ring.

As soon as Fang Mo appeared, he heard someone exclaim from the side.

"No! Catch it!"

Accompanying the voice, an object resembling a gray water tank flew toward Fang Mo. Almost instinctively, he caught the object with one hand. Upon closer inspection, he found it was a huge crucible filled with nearly boiling liquid metal.

Yes, the dwarves of Nidavellir were different from those in Western fantasy novels. Although called dwarves, they were much taller than ordinary humans, like little giants. Their body proportions were just a bit odd, which is why they were called dwarves.

And this water-tank-sized container was, for them, merely a crucible.

"Um..."

Seeing this, the surrounding dwarves looked at Fang Mo in astonishment.

The dwarves had been happily forging weapons inside the star ring of Nidavellir. A sudden flash of black light and the appearance of a human figure startled one of the dwarves, causing him to instinctively throw the crucible he was holding.

Although he yelled "Catch it," he never expected anyone to actually catch the object, which had a temperature exceeding 5000 degrees. 

Most metals would have evaporated at this temperature, okay?

"Wait, who are you?"

Just as all the dwarves were surprised, a guy taller than the average dwarf stepped forward, holding a huge hammer and staring cautiously at Fang Mo.

"Who? Me?" Fang Mo, asked playfully, "I'm a man adorned with many titles, The strongest Midgard mage, the savior of Asgard and Jotunheim, the ancestor of the ninja world who once looked up to the sky, the origin of Hell's jokes, an angel investor in Adolf's soap factory, the despicable Fire Thief of Muspelheim, the unparalleled expert in the medical universe, the global human organ dealer, the head of organ trafficking."

"Now,"

Fang Mo leisurely said, "I've abandoned all that honor to come here and shoot the breeze with you."

"...Huh?"

Upon hearing Fang Mo's words, not just the dwarf in front of him,

Even the other dwarves were stunned.

They could understand each word the other party said, but for some reason, they couldn't comprehend them all together. At this moment, these dwarves looked at each other, all with a face full of confusion.

Even Eitri, the leader of these dwarves, took a long time to reluctantly digest these words after hearing them.

"So you're saying... You saved Asgard?"

Eitri pondered for a long time before asking, "Did the people of Asgard send you? Do you want us to help you make a weapon?"

"I did save Asgard, but I'm not here for you to make a weapon for me."

Fang Mo shook his head. "I came to exchange technology with you."

"Huh?"

"Do you mean weapon-forging technology?" Eitri asked, baffled.

"Yes," Fang Mo nodded. "Innovation doesn't happen in isolation; sometimes you have to share."

"Prove your identity then," Eitri demanded. "If you saved Asgard, why not have someone notify us?"

"Ah, wait," Fang Mo reached into thin air. "I forgot my witness in Muspelheim..."

Suddenly, space beside him shattered, and he pulled out a man cloaked in red and holding a shining hammer. The man was covered in rock fragments and sparks, and most bizarrely, wearing a sticky green hat.

"This...Thor!?" Eitri exclaimed.

Thor looked bewildered, "I was just smashing a volcano and suddenly I'm here. But I recognize this place, it should be Nidavellir."

"Hello Eitri, long time no see," Thor greeted awkwardly. "I was just working, haha… I might look a bit ragged but it's nothing serious."

Just as he finished speaking, a thick, green slime oozed from his helmet and splattered on the ground, transforming into a bouncing slime creature trying to attack Thor's knee.

An awkward silence filled the air.

Quickly reacting, Thor stomped on the slime creature.

Slime is not particularly strong. When Thor steps on it, Slime bursts instantly, spraying large amounts of slime radially all around, even sticking a little bit to the shoes of the dwarf king Eitri.

"Thor."

Seeing this, Dwarf King Eitri can't help but speak: "If you are being forced, blink your eyes…"

"Eitri, it's not what you think…"

Thor touches his forehead: "I did accidentally lose a weapon my friend just made, so this is a small punishment. But don't worry, I've found the sword. Now I just need to pull it out."

"What?"

Eitri is stunned after hearing this: "Is he really your friend?"

"What, don't I look like it?"

Fang Mo pulled half of his body back from the black hole, holding a molten big sword in his hand: "Even the God King Odin calls me brother now."

"Come on, Fang Mo, can you stop holding a grudge?"

Thor says helplessly: "I only threw your sword into the lava lake, it wasn't burned, can you stop verbally attacking me? I know I was wrong…"

"Oh, alright then."

Fang Mo nods, then gestures, and the green Slime helmet above Thor's head flies back into his hand.

"You should be glad this is reality, good brother."

After taking away the helmet, Fang Mo pats Thor's shoulder and earnestly says: "In my world, if you dare to throw my stuff into the lava, I guarantee I'll attach this helmet with a binding curse + experience repair, and then put it directly on your head without a word."

"By then, even if you open your skull, you might even generate a Slime in your brain."

"Ha...haha…"

Thor laughs awkwardly.

To be honest, he doesn't understand, but for some reason, he feels a chill.

"Let's go back to Asgard and take a bath."

Seeing Thor's awkwardness, Fang Mo rolls his eyes and pushes him into a portal.

After sending Thor away, Fang Mo turns his gaze to Dwarf King Eitri.

"Is this okay now?"

Fang Mo asks.

"It seems you really are Thor's good friend," Eitri nods, then looks at the Flame Sword Laevateinn in Fang Mo's hand, "And your forging technique is incredibly powerful… Can I take a closer look at this sword?"

"But I advise you not to throw it away like Thor did."

Fang Mo hands over the weapon.

"Only Thor would."

Eitri takes Laevateinn and carefully inspects it, soon becoming fascinated: "These alloys are very special, even with resonance space and phase transfer functions, and this aluminum-iron alloy… God above, how did you manage to fuse stone and metal!? Is it some kind of magic? Or a new smelting technique?"

"I call it Tinkers' Construct ."

Fang Mo flips his palm and directly takes out a piece of bright pink acid-resistant aluminum ingot.

"Tinkers' Construct? Sounds like a good name," Eitri nods subconsciously, continuing to inspect the Laevateinn sword in his hand. However, not long after, he frowns.

"Wait…"

Suddenly, Eitri's body sways twice: "What is in this sword? It seems to be affecting me…"

As he says this, Eitri's body suddenly catches fire without any signs, like a tailed beast going out of control, the power and will of Surtur begins to influence him.

But seeing this, Fang Mo directly takes Laevateinn back into his hand.

"…Huh?" The weapon was taken away, and Eitri immediately woke up: "Hmm? What just happened?"

"This sword is also known as the Joy of Fire."

Fang Mo explains: "The meaning of the name is roughly… when someone holds it, it will soon take control of that person to set fires and cause destruction everywhere. And seeing this, the sword would be particularly happy."

"It sounds like a very dangerous weapon."

Eitri shakes his head and signals the other dwarves to continue working: "But your forging skills are indeed very amazing, completely different from what we know, I think we can have a good exchange."

As he speaks, Eitri slowly walks forward.

Soon the two arrive in front of a room made entirely of metal.

Eitri pushes the door open with force, and the room's interior decoration immediately catches Fang Mo's eyes. Both walls are full of a wide array of weapons and armor, and the table is piled with various unknown gemstones and metals.

In the next second, several system prompt sounds ring in Fang Mo's mind.

[System Prompt: 'Non-industrial Charged Cold Weapons' concept researched, you have gained the download authority for a new module.]

[System Prompt: 'Non-industrial High-Charged Cold Weapons' concept researched, you have gained the download authority for a new module.]

[System Prompt: "Biological Materials," "Gemstone Materials," "Alloy Materials," you have gained the download authority for a new module.]

[System Prompt: Redstone Armory, Redstone Arsenal, Tinker' Construct expansion starts downloading.]