Got a Gallery in the Wild — Chapter 119: Alloy (2)

Chapter 119: Alloy (2)

There‍ is something men‍⁠ can never resist.‍‌

Something‍ that seems stupid,⁠ yet looks fun.‌

The pure fun that⁠ stimulates one’s instincts.‍‌

Most‌ of the time‍‌ it ends in⁠ something foolish that‌ causes trouble, but‍ you can’t always‍⁠ choose the safe⁠‌ path.

And‍⁠ if, on top‌‍ of that, the‍‍ chances of success⁠‌⁠ seem extremely high.⁠⁠

And‍⁠⁠ even if you‌ fail, you have‍ so many opportunities‌‌ that you can‍ simply laugh it‌ off.

Then‍⁠‌ a human excavator⁠⁠ incapable of fearing‌ failure is born.‍

Something‌⁠‍ fun and also⁠ guaranteed to perform.‍

An‌ action capable of‍ providing both romance‌⁠ and practical benefits.‍‌

It⁠‌⁠ was impossible to‌ resist.

DwarfPassingBy‍‌ was the type‍ who pursued romance.‌‍‍

I was the type⁠‌ who pursued practicality.⁠‌

It⁠ was an excellent⁠⁠ combination.

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‍ I’ll give you⁠ specialized bricks that⁠‌‍ can withstand high‌‌ temperatures, so build⁠‍ the furnace with⁠‌ those. You’ll have‌‍ to provide the⁠⁠ clay yourself.]

[WildGrills: Ok. Do I need anything else?]‌

[WildGrills:⁠ Some kind of‌ container to hold⁠ the molten metal⁠ or something?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ I’ll give you‍ that too. But‍ be careful, it‍‌ weighs a ridiculous‌ amount. Even professionals often make mistakes‌‍⁠ when pouring molten metal.]

[WildGrills:‌ And how do⁠ I install the‍‌ bellows?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ Since you’re only‍‍ going to melt⁠ it, just make‍‍ an opening on‍‌ one side. That‍ said, make it‌ somewhat long.]

Little‌‍ by little, I obtained materials and‍ instructions for building⁠ a simple furnace‍ from the dwarf.‌

Although‍⁠ he provided most⁠ of the materials,‌ the installation was‌‌ my responsibility.

In fact, building it⁠ was much easier‌ than making the⁠ cooking oven.

I wasn’t going to‍ refine anything.

I only needed to⁠‍‍ melt the minerals.

I stacked the bricks⁠ provided by the⁠‌⁠ dwarf into a rectangle and covered‌ the outside with‍ plenty of clay.⁠‍

I also made sure⁠ not to forget‍‌‌ an opening for‍ the bellows.

The⁠ dimensions were roughly‌⁠ fifty centimeters wide and fifty centimeters⁠ long.

The‍‌ height barely reached⁠‍‌ above my knees.‍

That‌ said, the top⁠ had to gradually‌ narrow.

The‌‍‍ reason was obvious.‍

To⁠ retain as much heat as possible.‍‍

Lastly,‌ there was the container in which⁠ I would melt‍⁠ the mithril and orichalcum, as well‌ as the tongs‌⁠⁠ for transporting it.‍

I thought that was⁠ everything.

But⁠ the dwarf still had one more‌⁠ thing.

[WildGrills:‌ What’s this blue‌‌⁠ powder? It’s not‍‌ drugs, is it?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍⁠‌ Snort it through your nose. It’ll‌‍ take you to‌‍ heaven.]

[WildGrills:⁠‍⁠ Sorry. ;; Do I put it into the molten‌⁠‌ metal?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ Yes. Since this‌‍⁠ is the first‌‍ time I’ve tried‍⁠ an alloy of‌ mithril and orichalcum,‌‍ just in case.‍ If you add that powder, they’ll‍‌ mix better. And‌ if impurities rise‍ to the surface,⁠ remove them.]

According⁠ to the dwarf,‍‌ the powder was⁠ magic stone ground‌ into an extremely⁠ fine powder.

It‌⁠ helped during the⁠ alloying process.

It‌‌ was an advantage⁠⁠ for me, so‌ I gladly accepted⁠ it.

‘He‌ even gave me⁠ a mold.’

And⁠ not just any‌⁠ mold.

It‍‌ even came with⁠‌ a lid.

It‌ looked like the‍⁠ molten metal would‌ have to be‌ poured through a hole located in‌ the center of‌‌⁠ the lid.

Creeeak—⁠

I carefully opened it.‌

Inside was the shape⁠‌ of a longsword⁠ carved into it‍ as a mold.‍

Since⁠‌ it was a tool made by⁠‍ a dwarf, there⁠‌ was no danger⁠ of it melting‌ from the molten‌ metal.

I closed it again‌‍ while listening to⁠ the dwarf’s warnings.⁠‌‌

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‍⁠ I’ll repeat it. If you spill molten metal, run‍ as far away⁠⁠⁠ as you can.‍‌ That’s the best⁠ option.]

[WildGrills:‍‌‌ Because it can splash everywhere?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‍ That too. But⁠ mainly because even‍ I don’t know‌‍ what might happen.]

Besides⁠ that, he said⁠‍⁠ that molten metal‍‌⁠ could splash like⁠ hot oil, so‌⁠‌ protective gear was‍ mandatory.

I even considered wearing‌‍ a helmet.

But⁠‍ it would reduce my vision too‌⁠ much.

So‍ I discarded the‍ idea.

Instead,⁠‌ I asked the⁠ dwarf for protective‌ goggles.

They⁠⁠ were spares.

It⁠ might seem like I was receiving⁠‌ too many things.

But⁠‌⁠ there was no⁠ problem.

If‌⁠ the dwarf wanted,‌‌ I was willing⁠ to make more‍‌ alloys in the‌‍ future.

And‌ I would soon⁠ be giving him‍ a crab.

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ I’ll tell you‌⁠⁠ one more time.⁠ Be extremely careful with the molten‌‍ metal. I’m being⁠‍ completely serious.]

[WildGrills: Ok, ok. Got‍ it.]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ If you get‍⁠ injured, I won’t⁠‌ be able to‍ touch the mithril-orichalcum⁠⁠ alloy.]

[WildGrills:⁠‍ Idiot. Hahaha.]

I couldn’t tell whether‌‍‌ he was serious‍⁠⁠ or joking.

With⁠ dwarves, it was‍‌ hard to know.‌‌‌

In⁠‍ any case, the‌‍ preparations were finished.‌⁠

Now all that remained⁠‌‍ was to do‌‌ it.

‘He‌‌‍ said an eight-to-two‍ ratio was ideal,⁠ right?’

It‍⁠ was a ratio‌ recommended by the‌‍⁠ dwarf himself.

Naturally,‍‍ there was far‍‍‍ more mithril.

Orichalcum⁠‌ had a great affinity with mana, but it lacked‌⁠ the durability of‌‌ mithril.

Rustle—‌⁠

I poured roughly half‌ of the charcoal‍ I had accumulated into the furnace.‍‍

It‍‍ hurt my soul⁠‍ to use it.

But⁠‍ if it was⁠ for the sword,‍ I could accept‌ it.

‘I’ll‌ also have to build a dedicated⁠‌ charcoal kiln.’

As‌ soon as you⁠ build one thing,‌‍‌ you need another.‌‌

Besides,‌⁠ charcoal was an‌ incredibly versatile material.‍⁠‍

It‌ was useful for‌ practically everything.

I looked at the‌⁠ charcoal inside the furnace.

Once⁠ I judged it⁠‍ was enough, I moved on to the next step.‍‌‍

‘Just‌‍⁠ as the dwarf‌⁠ said, this thing weighs a ton.’

The‍ heat-resistant container was⁠‌ thick and had‌‍ a large diameter.‌

It‍ was heavy enough‍ on its own.⁠

And‌⁠ since I had‌‍‌ to hold it⁠ with tongs for‍‍ safety, it felt‌‌ even heavier.

I placed it inside the furnace, hoping⁠ the minerals would‌‍‌ begin to melt.⁠⁠

‘Now all that’s left⁠‌ is to light‍ the fire…’

Fwoosh!⁠

I threw a burning‌ branch onto the pile of charcoal.

Soon‍‍ afterward, the charcoal began glowing red‌‍‌ as the heat‌‍ gradually increased.

“Ah.⁠‍⁠ Wait a second.”‌‌

Come‌‌ to think of‍⁠ it, it would’ve‍ made more sense‌ to light the⁠ fire first and⁠ add the charcoal⁠ afterward.

I had reversed the‍ order.

I scolded myself for my own stupidity.⁠‌

But⁠ there was nothing‌‍⁠ I could do‌‍⁠ now.

The fire was already⁠‍ lit.

As⁠ the charcoal gradually⁠‍‌ heated up, I checked to make‍ sure I hadn’t‍ forgotten anything.

“Sloth.‌ Take Wonmo far⁠‍ away from here.”⁠

“……”⁠⁠⁠

“Kyuu?”‍

Just‍⁠ in case, I asked Sloth to‌ leave together with‌‍ Wonmo.

Now⁠ was the time‍⁠‌ to focus.

When⁠ the furnace began⁠ heating up, I grabbed the bellows‍‍‌ with both hands.‌⁠⁠

Everyone‌‍ knows that fire‌⁠ burns more intensely‌ when supplied with‍ oxygen.

Fsssshhhh—

I slowly opened the‍‌ bellows to fill⁠ it with air.⁠

Whoooosh!⁠‌

Then‌ I sent that‍ air directly into⁠ the furnace.

Fwoooosh!!‍

The‌‌ flames became far‍⁠‌ more violent than before.

I could tell just‍‌‍ from the sound.‍

I worked the bellows‌ continuously to raise the charcoal’s temperature‍ even further.

Whooom!‌ Whoooom!

The more air I pumped in, the‍ wilder the flames‌ became.

But‌‌‍ it still wasn’t‍ enough.

I didn’t stop working the bellows until‍ the flames began taking on a whitish hue.

I also added more⁠ charcoal from time to time to‍ increase the intensity.⁠

Since‌‍⁠ it was my⁠⁠‍ first time, I couldn’t help feeling⁠ somewhat anxious.

Fwoooooosh!‌

As‍ time passed, all‍‌ the charcoal eventually⁠⁠‍ burned away and‌ produced a fierce⁠⁠‍ fire.

The⁠ color constantly fluctuated⁠‍ between yellow and‌ white.

That‍‌‌ should be enough.⁠‍

I set down the‍‌‍ bellows and wiped away my sweat.‌

Even⁠‍‍ from a distance,‍ I could feel⁠ a terrifying amount‌ of heat.

Just‍ getting close was uncomfortable.

But⁠ I had to‌ check on the‍ state of the⁠‍ minerals.

Fwoooooosh!!⁠

“Ugh…”‌

I frowned.

Just⁠ approaching a little⁠ made my face‌⁠‍ feel like it‍ was burning.

Even‍‍ so, I had to make sure‍⁠ everything was going‍ well.

So⁠ I endured the‌ heat and looked⁠ inside.

‘The‌ container is still‌ intact, but it looks like the‍‌⁠ volume has decreased?’⁠‍

The‍ size had visibly‍‍ shrunk.

The changes were especially‌⁠‍ noticeable in the‌ orichalcum.

Even‌ the mithril seemed⁠⁠ to be sweating.

A liquid was slowly‍ running across its‍‌ surface.

The‍ minerals were melting.‍‍

At⁠ last, I was⁠‌ seeing results after‌‌ all that effort.⁠‍‌

‘I’ll‌⁠ add more charcoal‌‌ and keep using‍⁠ the bellows.’

I had already confirmed⁠ that the minerals were melting.

Now‌‌⁠ all that remained⁠ was maintaining the‍‌ fire.

I worked the bellows with all my‌ strength before slowly‌⁠ stepping back.

In‌⁠ truth, I hadn’t⁠‍‍ worked that hard.⁠‌⁠

But‍⁠⁠ the heat was‍‍ so intense that‌⁠⁠ sweat poured down‍⁠ like rain.

‘And⁠⁠ this dwarf did‍⁠ this every day?’‍‍

And mine was only‌ a makeshift furnace.

The‌ dwarf worked under‍ much harsher conditions.‌⁠⁠

There‌⁠ truly is no‍⁠ easy profession.

Especially⁠⁠ not those related to the foundations‍⁠ of civilization.

There⁠‌ have always been‍ people enduring that‌‌ suffering in place‍ of others.

And‍⁠ I had lived‍⁠‍ my life without‍‍ truly appreciating that⁠‍ effort.

‘I‍ should add the‌‌ powder too.’

Following‌‍ the dwarf’s instructions,‌‌ I added the⁠‍ blue powder.

The‌⁠ minerals were already‍‌‌ about halfway melted‍ and beginning to‍‍ lose their shape.‍‍

I stirred them with‌‌ the tongs to‍‌ help them melt‌ more evenly.

Then⁠‌⁠ I sent a message to the⁠ dwarf.

(Video‍⁠ of the minerals‌ melting)

[WildGrills:⁠ Everything is melting.]

[WildGrills:⁠⁠ I’m sweating like⁠ crazy ;;]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ Hard, isn’t it?]⁠

[WildGrills:‍⁠ How the hell‍‍‌ did you do⁠ this every day?]⁠

[DwarfPassingBy:‍‍ You get used‌⁠ to it. Professionals‌ can even drink molten metal. Haha.]⁠

[WildGrills:‍ Want to drink‌‍ some?]

[DwarfPassingBy: I prefer alcohol.]⁠⁠‍

That’s‍‍‌ what I thought.‌

I let out a small laugh.

Since‍‌ even the mithril‍‌ was melting, I figured it wouldn’t‌ hurt to keep⁠‍ him updated in real time.

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠ Ah, right. You also have to‍‌⁠ quench it. I almost forgot.]

[WildGrills:‍ Quench it? I’ve⁠⁠ heard of that,‍ but is it⁠‌ really necessary?]

[DwarfPassingBy: It’s a weapon,‌⁠ so of course⁠‌ it is. I’ll‍⁠ give you oil,⁠⁠ so get a suitable metal container⁠ and pour it‌ in there.]

[WildGrills:‍⁠‌ Why oil instead‌‍ of water?]

[DwarfPassingBy: Because if you‍ use water and⁠‌ something goes wrong, it could crack.⁠⁠ It’s better to⁠‌ use oil.]

[WildGrills:⁠ Ok.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ If it catches⁠‌ fire, that’s completely‍ normal, so don’t⁠⁠ panic.]

As‌‍‍ expected of a professional.

He‌ even explained details‍‌‌ that specific.

Though‍ receiving advice was one thing.

Actually‍ doing all the⁠‌‍ work myself was another matter entirely.‌⁠⁠

I prepared the oil‌ for quenching and⁠‌ watched the furnace.⁠

Bubble⁠ bubble bubble—

The⁠‌‌ mithril and orichalcum‌⁠‍ had completely melted‍‌⁠ and were slowly‌‌‍ beginning to boil.

A few impurities floated⁠ on the surface.‌‌

I immediately removed them.‌

How‌ did I remove‌⁠⁠ them?

I used another tool‍‌ the dwarf had given me.

Perhaps⁠‍ thanks to the blue powder, the‍‌ impurities separated easily,‌‍ and the molten⁠⁠‌ metal eventually became⁠ completely pure.

‘Now‌⁠ I just have‌‍ to pour it⁠ into the mold.’

The‌ most important moment⁠⁠⁠ had arrived.

I swallowed nervously as‍‌‌ I gripped the‍ container with the‍⁠‍ tongs.

It‍‌ had already been‍ heavy when it⁠ was empty.

Now‌‌ that it contained⁠ molten metal, it‍‍‍ was much worse.‌

Just⁠ in case, I circulated mana through⁠‍ my body while slowly carrying it‌‌‍ to the mold.‍‍

Finally,‍ I carefully tilted the container over‌ the small hole located at the‌ center of the‍⁠‍ mold.

Drip‍ drip drip drip—‍‌

I had to stop‍ exactly when the⁠ molten metal reached⁠⁠ the edge of‍ the hole.

That‍⁠ was what the‌‌ dwarf had taught‍‍ me.

But‍‍ I couldn’t stop‍‌⁠ halfway through.

Molten‌‍ metal cooled very⁠⁠ quickly.

I focused all my⁠ attention on the‌ hole.

I could feel tension‍ building in my forearms.

Even‌⁠ so, I endured.⁠

Drip‍⁠‌ drip— Splash!

Now.‌‌

The‌ moment the hole‌ could no longer⁠⁠‍ hold any more‍‌‌ molten metal, I stopped.

There⁠⁠ was still some‌‍ left inside the container.

But it didn’t matter.‌‌

I had more than enough materials.

I set the container‍⁠⁠ aside and slightly‍‍ lifted the mold.‌‌

Then⁠ the molten metal‍ that had completely⁠ filled the hole‌ spilled outward.

It‌ was a mandatory‌‌ step.

The‍⁠ hole must never‍‍ be completely blocked⁠ by metal.

“Haa…”⁠

I let out a deep breath.

My‍⁠ first attempt had gone quite well.‌‌‍

Now‍‍ all that remained‍ was waiting for‌⁠ the metal to‌ harden.

(Video‍‍ of the mold⁠ filled with molten⁠ metal)

[WildGrills: It’s almost finished.]⁠‌‌

[DwarfPassingBy: Haaak… haaak…]

[WildGrills:⁠‍ …]

He‌ must have been‍ so excited that⁠ he couldn’t even‌‌ speak like a normal person.

I smiled while waiting‍ for the metal⁠‍ to solidify.

From‌ what I had‌ heard, it normally⁠ took between ten⁠‍‌ and fifteen minutes.‌‍

Until‌‍⁠ then, I could‍ take care of⁠ the cleanup.

The‍⁠ furnace came first.‌‍‍

‘No‌‍⁠ choice but to‌‍ wait until the‍ charcoal burns out‍ completely.’

Most‌ of the charcoal⁠‍ was no longer⁠ black.

It⁠ had turned gray.‍‍

Even‌ if I did⁠ nothing, it would⁠ eventually go out‍ on its own.‌

‘For‌‌‍ all my bad‍ luck, I’ve actually‌ been pretty lucky.’‍‍‌

As‌ I wiped the‌⁠ sweat running down⁠‍⁠ my body, I thought about it.‍

If⁠⁠ those minerals hadn’t⁠⁠ been solid blocks,⁠⁠‍ I would have‌⁠ suffered much more.‍‍

And⁠ I would still have to make a dagger and‌⁠ a spare sword‌⁠‍ later on.

It‍‍ looked like I still had quite‍ a bit of‍‍ work ahead of‌ me.

‘Has‌ enough time passed‌ already?’

After‌ a while, I slowly opened the‌ lid of the‍‌ mold.

And‌ there, a perfectly‌‌‌ formed sword appeared.⁠

An‌‌‌ alloy of green‌⁠ mithril and black-violet‍ orichalcum.

‘It‌‌⁠ has a duller⁠‌ color than I expected.’

It‌ wasn’t particularly beautiful.⁠⁠

Just⁠‌ dull.

It‌‌ wasn’t green.

Nor‌ was it black-violet.⁠

It‍ was ordinary silver.

And⁠‌ a rather dark⁠⁠ silver at that.⁠

I felt a little‌⁠ disappointed.

But‌‌ as long as⁠⁠ the performance was‍‍ good, it didn’t‍‌ matter.

Instinctively,‌ I reached out⁠ to grab it.⁠‍

Then⁠ immediately stopped myself.⁠

‘That‍‍⁠ was close.’

I had assumed it‍‌ had already cooled.⁠

But when I brought‌ my hand near‌ it, it was‍‍ still radiating heat.‌‍⁠

So⁠ I used the⁠⁠⁠ tongs the dwarf‌‌ had given me⁠‍‍ to tap it‌ several times, confirming‌‌ that it had‌ hardened before carefully⁠‍ lifting it.

Now⁠‌‍ all that remained‌ was to slowly‌‍‌ place it into⁠ the container filled with oil for‌‌‌ quenching.

Ssssss!⁠

Fwoosh!‌⁠⁠

Just‍⁠ as the dwarf‍ had said, the‌ moment I submerged it in the‍‌ oil, the oil‍‍⁠ burst into flames.⁠‌

But⁠ he had also⁠ assured me that‌‍ it was normal.‌

So‌ I continued the⁠ quenching process without⁠ worrying.

After‍⁠ repeating it several⁠‍ times, the oil‌ stopped catching fire.‍

And‌‌‍ with that, my⁠‍‌ first sword was‍‍ complete.

“Huu…”‍‍

I looked at the‌ sword as smoke‌ continued rising from⁠‍ it.

Seeing‌⁠ the final result‍ filled me with‍ immense satisfaction.

It‍⁠⁠ was a tool‌ made with my‍ own hands.

If‌ it had been‌‍ up to me,‍‌ I would have‍⁠ even sharpened the‍⁠ blade myself.

But⁠‍ that part had‌ to be left‌‍ to the dwarf.‌

He⁠ had insisted that‌ sharpening the blade alone was enough⁠‌ for him and that he wanted‌ to hold it‍ in his own‍ hands at least⁠⁠ once.

(Photo‍‍‌ of the finished‌‍‌ sword)

It’s‍⁠ finished.

It’s‌⁠ cooled down now.‍

[WildGrills:‍‌‌ Should I send‍ it to you‍‌ right away?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍ Please… Let me at least sharpen‌‌ the blade…]

[WildGrills:‍‌ Y-yes…]

He‌⁠ sounded so desperate‍‍ that I couldn’t⁠‌ even bring myself‌ to joke.

I handed the longsword‌‌⁠ over to the⁠‍ dwarf.

‘I‌ sweated a lot,‍ but it actually wasn’t that difficult.’⁠‍‍

I drank some water⁠ and checked the‍ time.

There⁠‌⁠ was still quite‍‍ a bit of⁠‍ free time left.‍‌

I could use it⁠⁠ to take care⁠‍ of other things.‌

‘Wonmo…‌‌ is asleep.’

At‌‍ that moment, Wonmo⁠‍‍ was taking a nap.

It⁠‍‌ seemed like a good opportunity to‌ go catch the‍ crab I had‍ promised the dwarf.‌⁠‌

Before⁠ leaving, I hung‌‍ the CCTV sphere‌ DemonPrincess had given‌‍ me above the‌⁠ cave entrance.

How‌ did I hang‌⁠ it?

Literally‌‌‌ like a block‌‍ of meju drying‍ in the air.‌

That‍ said, I made⁠‌⁠ sure it wouldn’t‍‌‌ swing around.

“Sloth.⁠ I’m heading out‍⁠ for a bit.”‍⁠‌

“……”⁠

Saying‍‌ goodbye to Sloth‍‍ as well, I left the shelter.⁠‍

***⁠

At⁠ that same time,‍ in another place,‌⁠ Gares had received‌⁠ Grills’ sword.

“Haaa…!”⁠‌

He‍⁠⁠ exclaimed in admiration as he looked‌‌ at the sword.‌

An‌ unsharpened blade.

An‌ unfinished hilt.

Even so, that sword⁠⁠ rested firmly in‌⁠ his hands.

However,⁠ something had changed.

When‍‍ Grills forged it,‌‍ its color had‍⁠ been dull and‌ dark.

Shaaaaaaa—‍

But the sword Gares⁠ now held was‌‌ completely different.

A brilliant green sword‍⁠ shone before his‍‌ eyes.

Across‍ its green surface‍ sparkled tiny black-violet⁠‍‌ specks of light‍‍ like stars.

It‍ looked as though‍‌‌ an entire galaxy⁠‌ had been sealed‍‌⁠ within a luminous‌ green sword.

“It’s‌ fucking awesome.”

Gares muttered, utterly captivated.⁠

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