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Got a Gallery in the Wild Chapter 120: Alloy (3)

Chapter 120: Alloy (3)

Most‍⁠ people know dwarves​ as a race‍⁠ that loves alcohol‍ and minerals.

But​‌ that’s only half‌ true.

All‌ dwarves adored alcohol.‌​⁠

Minerals,⁠ not necessarily.

It⁠‍ was simply that​⁠⁠ their innate physical​⁠⁠ characteristics and bodily‍‍⁠ capabilities gave them‍ extraordinary potential for​⁠​ any work related‌​‌ to minerals.

That‌‍‍ caused dwarven society‍‍⁠ to naturally evolve‍‍⁠ around mining.

And​ the speed of​⁠ that development was‌‌ unmatched.

While‍⁠ the other races⁠​‍ were still in⁠ the Stone Age​ or the Neolithic​‌ Age, the dwarves‍​⁠ had already surpassed‌‍‌ the Bronze Age‌‍ and reached the⁠​‌ Iron Age on⁠‍‌ their own.

There‌ were even those​ who claimed that⁠ dwarves had greatly‌‍ influenced the development‍ of the other​ races.

As⁠‌​ time passed, dwarves​⁠⁠ stopped outpacing the‌‌ rest of civilization‌⁠​ on their own.​⁠

However,‍‍‌ the impact they‌ made during that​ era was so⁠ great that, even​​‌ now, the image‌ of dwarves as⁠‍‌ “the race of​‌ alcohol and minerals”‌ still existed.

“Oooh…!‌‌ Oooohhh…!”

And‍​‍ Gares, the registered⁠‍‍ gallery user known⁠ as DwarfPassingBy, fit​ that stereotype perfectly.​‍‌

A dwarf who didn’t‌‍ merely enjoy alcohol.​‌

He⁠⁠ loved it.

And⁠⁠​ he also possessed‌ extensive knowledge of‍‌ metallurgy.

At‍⁠‍ that moment, that⁠​‍ dwarf couldn’t stop⁠ exclaiming in admiration‍‍‍ as he looked‌‌ at the sword‍‌ in his hands.​‌⁠

Shaaaaaa—‌

Black-violet⁠ stars shone within​​⁠ a green galaxy.​

It‍⁠ was a poetic‍‌‍ description.

But​‍‌ it fit the‌​ sword Gares was⁠ holding perfectly.

Originally,​‌‍ it had been‍⁠‌ a dull gray.⁠‌

But‍‌ at some point,​ it had begun‌​‍ radiating light.

‘…It’s⁠ the most beautiful‌ sword I’ve seen‌​ in my entire⁠‍​ life!’

Gares‌​ was a dwarf‌⁠​ who specialized in⁠‌⁠ metallurgy.

Because​ of that, he‍‍‍ possessed extensive knowledge⁠ regarding weapon quality⁠ and performance.

Although‌‍ his obsession with‌‌ alcohol made him⁠​ less skilled than‌⁠ other craftsmen, his​​​ eyes remained sharp.‌

The​ mithril and orichalcum‌‍ alloy created by⁠‍ Grills.

And‍‌‌ the sword forged⁠‍ from that alloy.⁠⁠​

It​​⁠ was, without a doubt, the finest‍‍ sword he had​ ever seen.

‘It‍ still has some⁠‍‌ imperfections…’

To​‌ be honest, setting‍‌ the materials aside,​⁠⁠ the sword itself‍ was fairly close‍ to mass production.​‌

Normally,⁠⁠‍ when crafting delicate‍‌‍ tools like swords,‌ which must properly‌⁠ transmit applied force,‍​‌ molds are not⁠⁠ used.

A practical and beautiful⁠‍⁠ sword is only⁠‍​ born when a blacksmith personally forges⁠‍ it.

That​⁠⁠ was why the‌​‌ sword’s level of⁠ craftsmanship couldn’t be⁠‌‌ considered especially high.​⁠

But‌​ the materials were‌‌ so absurdly good⁠‍ that they compensated‍‌⁠ for all its​⁠‌ shortcomings.

It‍​ was already difficult‌‍‌ enough to find‌ a tool made⁠‌ entirely of mithril.⁠

And‌‌‍ this one even‌‌ contained orichalcum.

The‍ creation Gares held⁠ had stolen his⁠‌ soul.

‘And‍⁠ it hasn’t even⁠ been infused with‌⁠​ much mana. What⁠​ kind of efficiency​⁠‍ does this thing⁠‍​ have?’

The​ reason the sword​ displayed such beautiful​‍⁠ colors was mana.​​

Yet⁠⁠‌ it shone like‍‌ a galaxy even‌ with a minimal‍ amount.

A combination of mithril⁠‌ already saturated with‌ mana from the​ beginning and orichalcum​ with an extremely‌‌ high affinity for‌​‍ mana.

He‍​​ had known from⁠‍⁠ the start that⁠ it would be​​ difficult to fail.​​

But‌‍‌ he had never‌ imagined such an​‌‌ extraordinary sword would​ be born.

‘This‍⁠ isn’t the time⁠⁠‍ for this. I have to sharpen⁠​ the blade.’

Gares‍​⁠ came back to‌ his senses while⁠⁠ admiring the sword.​‍

Why‍‍ had Grills handed⁠⁠⁠ him this weapon?​​‌

It‌ certainly wasn’t a gift.

It⁠‍‍ was to test‍ the alloy’s performance.‍​⁠

And​⁠ to sharpen the​​​ blade.

He‍‍ had already confirmed⁠​​ its performance.

Now​⁠‌ it was time⁠ to sharpen it.‌

‘To⁠‍⁠ think he can‌‌⁠ make something like​⁠ this practically without‌​ limit…’

As​ he worked on‍‍ the edge, Gares‍‍ reflected.

What‌​ would happen if‍⁠‌ the existence of‍‍ this sword were⁠​‍ revealed to the⁠ world?

It‌‍‍ wouldn’t merely cause⁠ a stir.

Crowds‍‍​ would try to⁠‍ take it by⁠⁠ force.

A sword made entirely⁠ of mithril would‍ already cause a scandal.

And‌‍ this one even‍⁠⁠ contained orichalcum.

‘Not‍‍‌ even the legendary‍​ swords were this​ impressive. Not even‍‍‍ the holy swords.’‌‌‌

The‍​ Hero’s Holy Sword.‍‌

Revolution.‍‌‌

It​​ was blessed by⁠ Aris and contained⁠⁠ divine power.

But‍‌ its material was​​ merely steel.

‘Perhaps⁠⁠ the sword HeavenlyDemon‍‍ claims to possess​‍ could compare somewhat.’‍‌

The‍‌ sword forged from‌ ten-thousand-year black steel.‍‍⁠

A material considered one⁠ of the supreme‌‌ minerals.

Far‍​ rarer than the‍⁠ three legendary minerals:⁠​ mithril, orichalcum, and​‍‍ adamantite.

If⁠​ HeavenlyDemon wasn’t exaggerating,⁠‌ it might be⁠ able to compete​​ a little.

Because⁠⁠⁠ a sword made​ from pure mithril⁠​ alone was already​​ insane.

‘From​‍​ what I can‌ tell, he plans‌ to give this⁠​‌ sword to HeavenlyDemon…’‍‌⁠

Gares‍ abruptly stopped sharpening.‍⁠‌

His‍​​ face darkened.

Was‌‌​ it really alright​‍ to give such⁠​‌ a sword to‍⁠⁠ someone else?

Of⁠ course, the rightful​ owner was Grills.‍⁠

He⁠‍ had no right​​ to decide.

But⁠‍ he was still‍‍​ uneasy.

How‍ would the world‌ react when it⁠‌ discovered the existence‍ of this sword?‌

Was‌⁠​ it really a good idea to‍​ give it to‌⁠ HeavenlyDemon, someone who‍‌⁠ spent all day​ posting things in⁠‍ the gallery from‌ her room?

It‍​ was a serious⁠‍ concern.

‘Though,⁠‍ if she possesses​‍‍ a sword made‍ of ten-thousand-year black‍ steel, she must​⁠ be someone quite‍ important…’

After‍ worrying for a moment, Gares decided​ to focus on⁠ his work.

He⁠​ completely finished sharpening‌⁠‍ the blade.

Then​ he personally crafted​ the hilt.

And‌​‌ thus, a mithril-orichalcum‌⁠ alloy sword crafted​ by the hands⁠​​ of a master⁠‍ dwarf was completed.‍

‘What​ should this alloy​ be called?’

It⁠ was an alloy‍ that had never‍ existed before.

Even⁠ the name was​​ a problem.

Only⁠ Grills could manufacture‍ it.

Because‌⁠‌ of that, Gares​​ nodded.

Both​⁠‌ the alloy’s name‌‍ and the sword’s‍​ name should be‌‍‌ chosen by Grills.‌‌​

Shhk—⁠

To‌​ test the edge,‍ he cut through⁠​ a stack of‌ sheets of paper.​

With‌⁠‍ only the slightest​ contact, the paper⁠​‍ split apart effortlessly.​⁠‍

‘Since​‍⁠ it’s made entirely‌⁠ of mithril, it’s‌‌‍ also incredibly light.’‌‌

Light.‍

More‍‌ powerful than a steel sword.

Extraordinary‌‌​ mana efficiency.

And‍‍ it even glowed‌‌ when infused with​‍ mana.

‘If‍​ we’re talking purely‍ about performance, it⁠⁠‌ looks more like⁠ a holy sword⁠​ than an actual​ holy sword.’

After​​ that nearly blasphemous‌ thought, Gares immediately​‌​ sent Grills a message.

[DwarfPassingBy:‌ Hey. I’ve finished⁠‌ sharpening it. I also added the‌⁠‌ hilt, so you‍‍‌ can pick it‍⁠‌ up.]

[WildGrills:​‍‌ Thanks, thanks. Perfect⁠ timing. I just​⁠ got back after​​ catching a crab.]​‍⁠

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‍‍ No need to​ send it to⁠‍ me right now.‌‌ I’ll eat it⁠ tonight.]

[WildGrills:‍ Ok.]

[DwarfPassingBy:​‍‍ By the way,​‌‌ are you giving⁠‍ it to someone‍ else?]

[WildGrills:‌⁠​ Yes. I plan⁠ to give it​‍​ to HeavenlyDemon. She​​⁠ gave me a sword. It’s only‌ natural that I repay her.]

Gares‍ was about to⁠ reply.

But⁠ he stopped.

It⁠⁠ seemed Grills had⁠‌ already made up‍‍‍ his mind.

There​‌⁠ was no point​ trying to persuade​ him.

Besides,⁠ Grills lived in⁠‍ the Four Seasons‌ Forest.

Even‌​ if both the⁠⁠‌ sword and its‌ creator were revealed,‍​ nobody could harm​​⁠ him.

Who⁠‍⁠ would willingly enter​​‍ the Four Seasons‌ Forest just to‍‌ obtain that alloy?‌⁠

And⁠⁠‌ even if they‍‌​ got it, they‍⁠ would never make​‌ it back out.‌‌

Only⁠​ Grills could do​‌‍ that.

‘Please,‌‌​ let HeavenlyDemon not⁠​ post anything stupid…’‌⁠⁠

Lately​⁠‍ she had been​ posting less because​‌‍ she was busy‍ with her moderator‌​ duties.

But​​ before that, she‌‌ had been famous⁠ for flooding the​ gallery with useless​⁠‌ posts.

Hoping​ the sword’s existence⁠ would remain hidden​⁠ for as long⁠ as possible, Gares‍⁠​ sent another message.‍‍

[DwarfPassingBy:‌‌‍ Are you planning⁠⁠ to give them​‍⁠ to other people⁠‌ too?]

[WildGrills:‍ I don’t know.​ Maybe I’ll only​‍ make weapons for​⁠ myself. Though it⁠ depends on whether‌⁠​ any interesting trades​‍ show up.]

[DwarfPassingBy:​‌⁠ Try to be‍⁠‌ careful. That sword⁠‌ is too good.‍ Blood could be​​ spilled over it.]‌

[WildGrills:‍ Is it really‌ that good?]

[DwarfPassingBy:‍​‌ Yes. It’s that⁠ good. We’re talking‌⁠ about a mithril-orichalcum‍‍‌ alloy. ;;]

[WildGrills:‌⁠⁠ There’s so much‌‍‌ of it around‌ me that I don’t even know​ how valuable it​ is.]

[DwarfPassingBy:​ Holy shit lmao.]‌‌⁠

It‍⁠ was absurd.

But‍‌‍ it was also‍⁠⁠ an undeniable fact.‍

Gares​‍‍ let out a disbelieving laugh.

Only‍⁠​ Grills could give​‍⁠ an answer like⁠ that.

Whenever​​‍ he heard something‌ like this, he‍ felt a strange⁠ sensation.

[WildGrills:‍⁠ Ah, right. I’m⁠​ going to make‌ another sword and‍ a dagger. Could⁠‍ you sharpen them​‌‍ too? And if⁠⁠⁠ you’re feeling lazy,⁠⁠​ at least put‌ hilts on them.]‌‌‌

[DwarfPassingBy:​‌ Yeah, that’s easy.‌⁠‌ But I have⁠ one condition.]

[WildGrills:‍‍ What is it?‍ A crab?]

[DwarfPassingBy:​ Nah. I’ll give‍ you an ingot​⁠ mold, so make‍‍ me one out‌‍‌ of that alloy.‌⁠⁠ I want to​‍ keep it as⁠‌‍ a souvenir.]

[WildGrills:​ Ok. Understood.]

[DwarfPassingBy:‌⁠ Ah, and one⁠‌‌ more thing. What⁠‌ are you going‍‌ to call the⁠ alloy and the‌ sword?]

[WildGrills:⁠ I’ll let HeavenlyDemon​ name the sword⁠‌⁠ herself. As for‌‍ the alloy, no‍ idea. Mithrilcon?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‌ That’s such a lazy name, damn‌ it. ;; Though​‍ it’s not bad.]​

[WildGrills:‌ lol.]

Mithrilcon.⁠⁠

It‍‌ was an incredibly​‍⁠ lazy name, but‍ it worked.

It​​ wasn’t anything official,‍‌​ so it didn’t‌​ matter what it⁠‌‍ was called.

[WildGrills:⁠ Anyway, thanks for‍‍ all the help.⁠​ I’ll give you⁠‌⁠ the crab tonight.]‌

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠‌ Ok. But make​ sure you forge‍ that ingot.]

[WildGrills:‌ I’ll do it‌‌‍ right away. I’ll‍‌ send it along‌ with the sword​⁠⁠ and the dagger.]‌

[WildGrills:‍ By the way,⁠‌‌ does the ingot‌‌⁠ need to be​ quenched too?]

[DwarfPassingBy:⁠​ Nah. Just let⁠‍ it cool.]

The⁠⁠⁠ conversation ended there.‍‍

The‌ dwarf had probably​ gone back to​ work.

As‌ he closed the​ chat with Grills,⁠ Gares thought.

‘What‍‌⁠ if this bastard⁠‌‌ finds adamantite someday?’⁠

The⁠‌​ terrifying part was‌ that the odds‍⁠​ seemed quite high.​​⁠

***​

Wi‌‍‌ Seolak.

The‍​‌ Demonic Strategist of​‌ the Heavenly Demon⁠​ Sect and a registered gallery user‍‍ under the name⁠​‌ SmartMind.

His‍‍‌ days were extremely‍​‌ busy.

After​‍ all, he carried‍‌ the title of‍ Demonic Strategist and​ had countless responsibilities.⁠⁠

Especially⁠‍⁠ lately, after the‍​ atrocities committed by‌ the Holy Kingdom‌‍⁠ of Eldorado had⁠​‍ come to light,‌‌​ he barely had‍ any time to‍ rest.

Relations‌ between Zhongyuan and‍ Eldorado were relatively‍ neutral.

But‌ it was different⁠‌ with other countries.‍⁠⁠

Many​ had been affected,​ directly or indirectly,‍​ by the Immortal‌ King’s incident.

While‍‍⁠ they were trapped⁠⁠ in conflicts, this‍​‌ side had to‌​​ prepare plans.

To‍ further strengthen the⁠ influence of the​‌ Demonic Sect.

That‌ was Wi Seolak’s‌‍⁠ primary duty.

Step.​‌⁠ Step. Step.

Although​⁠ he was already⁠‍⁠ so busy that‍⁠ he seemed to‍​‍ need two bodies,​‍‍ Wi Seolak was‌ still following a certain woman.

Narrow⁠ shoulders.

Hair‍‌ tied into a single ponytail.

Black​​ robes filled with​⁠‌ dignity.

And​⁠ in her hands‍ rested a dull​​ silver-colored sword.

‘Why‌ did she come‍ outside?’

At‌‍ that moment, Wi‌‍ Seolak was following‍⁠ HeavenlyDemon, Yoo Sowol.‌​‌

As‌​ always, he had⁠‌ been summoned in‍‍ the middle of‍ his work.

From‍​ the moment he⁠ received the call,‍‍ he had felt‍‍​ a strong sense‍‌​ of unease.

And‌⁠​ the destination they⁠⁠ were heading toward​‍ didn’t seem ordinary⁠⁠‍ either.

Moreover,​ she was carrying⁠‍⁠ a sword he‍ had never seen‌‌​ before.

The‍‌ blade was one‍ thing, but even‌⁠ its shape made⁠​ it seem low‍​ quality.

In​‌ fact, a sword‍ made by an‍ ordinary blacksmith looked⁠⁠‌ better.

‘Who‌‍ gave her that​ sword? Don’t tell⁠⁠ me it was‌ Grills?’

He‌ couldn’t imagine any⁠ other explanation.

Wi​‌ Seolak opened the​⁠ gallery.

The​ only messages posted​ by Grills were‌‍ the two most​ recent ones—the one‍‌ from the morning‌ and the one‌ he had just‍ uploaded.

‘Mithrilcon…’‌‍‌

An‌​⁠ alloy created by⁠⁠⁠ mixing mithril and‌​ orichalcum using an‌ improvised furnace.

That​ was the topic‍ of the post.⁠​

And‍ naturally, the reactions​‍ were explosive.

A mithril and orichalcum⁠‌ alloy.

It‍⁠⁠ was something capable​ of turning the‍⁠ world upside down.‌‌‌

‘Could‍​‌ that sword be‌‌​ it?’

Thanks‍ to his brilliant⁠ intellect, Wi Seolak‌‌ reached a conclusion.​‍

The‌ sword Yoo Sowol​⁠‍ was carrying had‌‍ been made from‍ that alloy.

Normally,‍ he would never​‌ have considered such‍⁠​ an absurd hypothesis.‌‍

But​​‌ he had read⁠‍​ Grills’ post.

And​‌‍ it clearly explained​‍ that he had‍‍​ received molds and‍ tools from a dwarf.

That‍ he had forged‍​ a sword for‌ HeavenlyDemon.

And⁠⁠‌ that he planned‌⁠​ to keep the‌⁠ rest for himself.​‌

“…Oh⁠ Heaven.”

“Speak.”​

“May‌​ I ask why⁠ you brought me‍‍​ with you?”

If‍⁠ she only wanted‍​‌ to test the‌⁠‌ sword’s performance, she⁠‌‌ could have done​​ it alone.

But⁠‌​ Yoo Sowol had⁠‍‍ brought him along.⁠

Surely‍‍ it wasn’t to‌ reveal her identity⁠‌‌ as a registered⁠​‍ user.

There⁠ had to be⁠ another reason.

Yoo‍ Sowol replied with​​​ complete indifference.

“Recently,‍ my benefactor gifted⁠⁠‍ me a sword.‌‌ However, he asked‌ me to give​‌​ it a name.”‌‍‍

“A‌​ name…?”

“That’s​⁠ right. I don’t⁠‍⁠ have much talent​⁠ for naming things.​ So I thought​‌​ it would be‌‍⁠ better if you​‍ did it.”

“…”⁠‌‌

She⁠‌ had summoned an​‌​ extremely busy person‍‌ just to name​‌‌ a sword.

Wi⁠ Seolak looked at⁠ her with an‌⁠‍ expression of disbelief.​

But‌​ who was Yoo‌‍ Sowol?

An‍​ existence who observed‌​⁠ the world not​‍‌ through her own⁠‍‌ eyes, but from⁠ the perspective of‍ heaven.

“You‌​ look dissatisfied.”

“That‍ is not the⁠‌‍ case.”

“What‍‌ an obvious lie.”‌⁠‌

“My​ apologies.”

“At‍⁠​ least you know⁠​ how to apologize​‍​ quickly.”

Yoo​‍⁠ Sowol dismissed his⁠‍​ disrespect without concern.‍⁠⁠

Just‌⁠⁠ as Wi Seolak‌‌ finally breathed a sigh of relief⁠‍⁠ inwardly,

she​ stopped.

“Hmm?‌‌ Oh Heaven. This‌‌ place is…”

“This‌‍ location will do.”⁠⁠

The​‌ place where Yoo‍⁠‍ Sowol stopped was‌​⁠ a cliff.

A strange place where‌‍‌ only a single‍ enormous tree grew.⁠⁠​

Behind‌‌ it stretched endless⁠‌ mountain ranges.

It​‍‍ was a magnificent‍ view.

‘W-what⁠‍‍ the hell?

Weren’t‍ we inside a building just a moment ago?’

Wi‍‍⁠ Seolak could not​⁠ hide his confusion.‍​

Even​ though he was‍ the Demonic Strategist,‌‍ he was still‍ a martial artist.⁠‍

His​‌ level was high‍ enough to perceive⁠⁠ any flow of​⁠​ energy.

And​⁠ yet, by the‍⁠ time he regained‍ his senses, they⁠‌ were standing on​‍⁠ a cliff.

It‌‌​ felt like teleportation.‌⁠

While‍‌​ he was still‌ confused, Yoo Sowol‍‍‍ slowly raised her⁠‍‍ sword.

Wi​‌‍ Seolak watched her‌‍‌ back.

Shaaaaaa—‌‌⁠

“A…‌⁠⁠ green galaxy…?”

When‌⁠ Yoo Sowol infused‍‌ energy into the⁠ sword, it began⁠​‍ to glow.

The​⁠ surface of the‌‍‍ blade seemed to​‌ contain an entire‌ green galaxy.

Its⁠ beauty was overwhelming.⁠⁠

But​​‍ Yoo Sowol only‌ observed it briefly.⁠

Then‍⁠‌ she continued moving.‌‌‍

Her‍⁠ arm slowly rose‌‍ toward the sky.‌‍‌

And‍‍ then—

Slash.​⁠​

She‌‌‌ gently brought it⁠ down.

It​ wasn’t even a slash.

It‌ simply descended.

So​ softly that only⁠‍ the sound of‌⁠ the wind being‍‍‍ parted could be​⁠ heard.

As​⁠ though she were​‍‌ painting a picture.‌‍

An‌ elegant motion.

Craaaack—​‍‌

But‌​ its consequences were‍ anything but elegant.⁠⁠​

The​ enormous tree towering‍ toward the heavens‌‌ split into two.​‍⁠

And⁠ slowly began separating.‍‌‍

The​​ sword had not​‌ even touched it.⁠⁠

And‌​ yet the tree⁠‍‍ had been divided.⁠‍‌

‘As‌‌ I thought…’

Wi‌⁠‌ Seolak swallowed.

He‌ had suspected it‌​ already.

But​‍​ Yoo Sowol had​ become far stronger⁠ than before.

With‌ power like that,​‌‍ the glory of​‍‌ the Demonic Sect‌ was guaranteed.

“Hmm.”‌‌

However,‍​ Yoo Sowol herself‌ seemed dissatisfied.

She⁠ looked at the⁠‍‍ sword and muttered.⁠​​

“It⁠‍ is not a particularly good sword.”‍

“Huh?‌‌‍ What do you⁠​ mean by that…?”‍

“A⁠‍​ sword only deserves‌‍‌ to be called‌​ a sword when‍ it cuts what​ you wish to‌‌ cut.”

“…?”‌​

Amid​ those incomprehensible words,‌ Wi Seolak felt⁠ a strange sensation.⁠‌

Beyond‍⁠ the split tree.‌​‌

The​ scenery looked odd.​⁠

The⁠ first thing he​​ noticed was the‍‌ clouds.

What‌ should have been‍‌​ a single mass‌‌ was displaced.

And​⁠ not only the‍‌ clouds.

There​ was a thin‌​ line running across‌ the sky itself.​

Everything‍ on either side‌​ of that line‌​ was misaligned.

“…”‌​

The​‌ sky.

The‌⁠‍ very sky humanity⁠‍ was meant to⁠⁠ gaze upon with​⁠ reverence.

Had‍⁠​ been split in​​ two.

With⁠​‌ a single movement.‍‍‍

It⁠ could not even‌‌ be called a slash.

Yet‍‌ that strike had‌​​ divided the heavens.‍

“If‍ I am not⁠‍ careful, this will‌ become a sword​⁠ that causes rivers​‍‍ of blood.”

“…”​‍

“Then,‍​⁠ can you think⁠⁠ of a name?”⁠‌⁠

For‍ a long time,‌‍⁠ Wi Seolak was⁠‌ unable to answer.​⁠⁠

***‍

Meanwhile,‍​ in the Four‍ Seasons Forest.

Shaaaaaa—‍​

“Oh.”⁠‍‍

Grills‌ let out a sound of admiration‌​ as he looked‌ at the new⁠⁠ sword he had⁠⁠⁠ just forged.

“A⁠ glowing sword?

It​ looks awesome.”

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