MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith

Chapter 1519: Experimenting with Bodies

”You know… it wouldʼve been better if you gave me a heads-up the moment you two arrived.”

Seeing Valyr and Ataraxia loiter near the section containing the guildʼs private workshops, Julian faintly shook his head as he walked up to them.

”You sure you want us to do that?” Hearing the manʼs words, Ataraxia briefly waved at him in greeting whilst Valyr looked back at him in amusement. ”You really want the entire guild to be swarmed with people just as the tournament has come to a close?”

In response, Julian paused, his mind briefly imagining the scenario the young man voiced out.

Unsurprisingly, the manʼs face began to pale at the thought, prompting him to shake his head as he decided not to dwell on his suggestion any further. ”In any case, how did you two get here without attracting anyone elseʼs attentio—”

”…Right.” Recalling what the two had shown back in the tournament, Julian did not take long to obtain his answer, inwardly slapping himself in the face for forgetting the fact the two had such a skill.

Taking some time to compose himself and reorganize his thoughts, the man let out a faint sigh before sweeping his gaze over the two. ”So, why did you ask me to come here?”

”If itʼs just gaining access to one of the private workshops, your position as an Honorary Lesser Elder is more than enough for that.”

”Even materials arenʼt a problem with you, especially with the agreement you signed with the Imperial Production Guild,” he added, which caused Ataraxia to look at his original identity with a hint of curiosity.

ʼYeah…ʼ thought Ataraxia to himself. ʼIf he could access everything he needed from the guild on his own, then why did he ask… for Julian…ʼ

ʼ…Oh.ʼ

Coming up with an answer in his mind, it did not take long for Ataraxia to see if the thought he had in mind was the same Valyr had in having Julian come to them.

”Is the guild not backed up with forging quotas?” asked the young man in return, confirming Ataraxiaʼs thoughts.

Julian looked back at Valyr in slight disbelief. ”…You just finished the tournament, no?”

”Yeah?” Valyr nodded, his head slightly tilted in puzzlement.

”Are you not going to take a rest or something?” asked the man after that. ”Was the few hours you fell unconscious after defeating Erika enough rest for you or something?”

”Not really,” answered Valyr truthfully before slightly shaking his head. ”But I did get a ton of sleep in the times I was waiting for my turn at the tournament, so I donʼt really mind doing a few forging quotas right now.”

ʼPlus, itʼs an opportunity for me to test out my new skill,ʼ thought the young man at the same time.

Though he was still a bit surprised by the fact that the young man had no plans to rest even for a while after being declared the champion of the tournament, Julian decided not to think about it any further.

ʼItʼs his ethic that got him this far, after all.ʼ

With that, Julian went ahead and gave Valyr five of the oldest forging quotas, which the young man went ahead and accepted after making sure there wasnʼt any stringent requirement on any of them.

Though, rather than parting ways after that, Julian stuck around for a bit more, looking at Ataraxia with interest if he wanted to join the Blacksmith Guild as one of their more elite members.

Unfortunately for him, Ataraxia remained firm in his refusal, forcing the man to leave dejected even after he had sweetened the deal to an extravagant level.

ʼYou sure you donʼt want to become part of the guild?ʼ Watching Julian disappear from the field of vision, Valyr eventually asked Ataraxia this question through their shared thoughts. ʼEven I would be tempted to accept the deal if I were in your shoes.ʼ

ʼThere isnʼt much point, though?ʼ responded Ataraxia in return as the two entered one of the vacant workshops. ʼAll of the things Julian offered are things you could already obtain, no? Given enough time, of course.ʼ

ʼWell, if you put it that way…ʼ Pondering over his other identityʼs words for a bit, Valyr and Ataraxia decided not to entertain the question any further as the former went ahead and requested all of the materials he needed to complete the forging quotas.

Looking through the list he would be giving to one of the guildʼs staff, the young man glanced at his other identity for a bit before adding the materials needed to build a set of Half Wyvern Armor to the list.

ʼDoesnʼt hurt to grab them in advance,ʼ thought Valyr to himself with a slight shrug.

Sending the list of materials to one of the staff, the two waited in the workshop for around half an hour before one of the guildʼs attendants gave them a spatial bracelet containing all the materials Valyr requested.

After making sure that all of the materials he needed were in there, the young man soon brought the workshop to life, lighting up the furnace as he activated [Ephemeral Bodies] on the side.

”[Ephemeral Bodies of the First Blacksmith].”

Whoosh!

Giving the translucent copy he made a forging hammer off the workshopʼs walls, Valyr looked at it for a bit before chucking in one of the cheaper materials he received into the furnace.

Fwoosh!

Watching the material get up to temperature, the young man soon took it out of the furnace and placed it in front of the copy.

ʼIf my thoughts are correct, then all I need to do next is…ʼ Taking in a deep breath to compose himself, Valyr soon sent out a series of actions he had his copy do, making sure that each action was as precise as it could be.

Swoosh!

Feeling the drain on his energy the moment he was done sending actions, the young man watched as the translucent copy sprung to life, tightly gripping on the hammer he gave it before proceeding to strike the material he placed in front of it.

Or at least… it tried anyway.

Whoosh!

Although the copyʼs movements were calculated like he had confirmed, the young man watched as it did the action he asked it to do from a position that completely missed the glowing hot material altogether.

Furrowing his brows at this outcome, Valyr sent a different set of actions to the copy, which fortunately allowed it to achieve an outcome that was closer to the image the young man had in mind.

Yet, as it still wasnʼt truly close to what he wanted the copy to do, the young man continued to send more and more actions to the copy, gradually tweaking the actions he sent here and there in order for the outcome he envisioned to appear.

In the end, half a week had passed in this manner.