Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Chapter 36.6 - The Forge

"Interesting,"

Vorgvir, standing nearby, observed the ethereal encounter with a seasoned eye.

The ancient blacksmith had witnessed many extraordinary events in his long life, but the communion between the young man and the spectral figure was a sight even he found intriguing.

"To think such a bond exists," Vorgvir remarked, his gruff voice carrying a note of respect.

"Two young kids, one is a guide and the other one carrying the burden, huh?" He slowly approached the young man lying on the ground after passing out.

His breath was small, as if he was on the verge of being no longer alive….The shiny aura covering his skin had long disappeared, leaving his original color.

"Sigh…..What a pain…" It had been a long time since he had taken any person under his wing.

In the dimly lit chamber adjacent to the forge, Vorgvir carefully laid the young man on a makeshift bed.

The ancient blacksmith's expression, usually stern and weathered, softened as he looked upon the unconscious figure.

'He really resembles him.'

In the end, he couldn't shake this suffocating feeling in his heart. Looking at the young man made him remember his son.

"Kids and their recklessness," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Vorgvir gathered a few herbs and potions, remnants of his past dealings with injuries, both mundane and magical. It had been a while since he used those over someone, but his skillful hands remembered the muscle memory.

Carefully, he spilled the contents of the small mixture over the burns on the young man's skin, the remnants of the intense forging ritual.

The young man's upper body was already half naked since the forging process required it to do so.

"Hmm?" At that second, his attention was drawn to the small armor on the corner. As a blacksmith who couldn't control his curiosity, he slowly approached the armor, and the moment he took it into his hands, he could tell it was something extraordinary.

"Black armor, huh?" he murmured, feeling the cool touch of the dark material. The craftsmanship was meticulous, and the black hue seemed to absorb the very essence of light around it. "You got yourself quite a piece here, kid."

Vorgvir examined the armor, his experienced hands exploring the intricate details. The surface bore subtle engravings, a testament to the skill and artistry that went into its creation and something that no ordinary people could see.

"This isn't your ordinary gear. The quality suggests a masterful blacksmith worked on it. Must have cost a fortune."

Vorgvir continued his examination of the armor, his fingers tracing over the fine engravings.

As he delved deeper into the craftsmanship, his keen eyes discerned the armor's intended purpose.

"Hmm, stealth gear, I see," Vorgvir muttered, nodding in acknowledgment. The material choices and meticulous design indicated that the armor prioritized agility and concealment. However, as a seasoned blacksmith, he couldn't help but notice a crucial flaw.

"The defense properties are commendable, but it lacks practicality," he commented, a critical edge to his tone. "You can't wear this without drawing attention. It's like shouting, 'I'm a warrior!' in the middle of a crowded market."

He mulled over the armor's design, his mind already formulating improvements. "What this needs is a touch of Morphium."

After using the Morphium the young man brought, there were still some leftovers. However, one thing was missing. "Using Morphium on armor, huh?"

He caressed his beard, thinking of a way to activate the Morphium.

"I can do that…" Then, he mumbled as if he had already found the way. "Different from the weapon, the armor doesn't need to contain the properties of the changed form. A Rune should suffice."

Approaching his armory, his hands reached a small button hidden behind the crafts. As he pushed it, a small space was embedded in the wall.

The chamber held an array of small, radiant objects, each adorned with ancient symbols that seemed to whisper forgotten secrets.

Vorgvir's fingers navigated through the assortment until he found the one he sought—a small, intricately carved energy rune.

The energy rune shimmered with a small glow, resonating with the latent power waiting to be harnessed.

Vorgvir carefully extracted the rune, cradling it in his hands. The design on the rune seemed to dance with a soft luminescence, an indication of the energy it contained while taking the mana from the space around.

"Perfect," Vorgvir muttered to himself. Holding the energy rune, he made his way back to the armor.

"This should be enough for a gift," Vorgvir muttered, a gruff tenderness in his voice.

"Cough…Cough…." Just as he was about to raise his hammer, suddenly, a hearty cough left his mouth from deep inside his lungs.

Putting his hand on his mouth, he breathed deeply for a second.

"Did I push myself?" He mumbled, looking at his body. Creating a weapon with such a potent energy and soul wasn't easy. Using Divinity of Forge and one of the highest ranks [Calls] was now taking its toll on his body.

"Tch….I am getting old." But in the end, being the stubborn man he was, he grabbed his hammer once again after composing himself.

CLANK!

The cavern echoed with a quiet ambiance as Vorgvir worked, the flames in the forge casting a flickering light that danced on the walls.

The young man, now resting in the dim glow, bore the marks of his journey—the weapon, now dormant inside him.

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