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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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