mtlumby2d Chapter 157 Fusion Weapons
Chapter 157 Fusion Weapons
Boom!Boom!Boom!
No matter where you are, if you want to customize something unique, you must be patient.
This is the basic procedure.
This is especially true when what you want is not common.
"Sigh...it's taking longer than I expected," I sighed softly.
That's why I'm here waiting, killing time while training.
"The Great Vogville?"
There are many turning points in the game "Hunter's Fate", especially in this dungeon.
Later in the game, when Ethan is about to finish his studies at the academy and graduate, he will receive a quest to come here.
By then, internships and field training will take up most of the time, and the tasks will become more like real hunter work.
One of Ethan's tasks is to come here and investigate a report.
The report mentions that the environment and mountains have undergone significant changes, and eruptions occur in parts of the ground from time to time.
When players arrive, they will begin an investigation and soon discover that a sealed dungeon beneath the mountains is leaking mana.
This is not uncommon; even the works of legendary blacksmiths cannot be guaranteed to last forever.
With the seal broken, the dungeon's magic began to affect the outside world.
The subsequent dungeon exploration is filled with challenges of fire and eruptions. Instead of encountering a boss monster, you'll meet an ancient demon filled with regret and yearning for the past.
Players will first fight the old man, but will subsequently lose the battle. His power is not limited to his physical body, but also includes the weapons he forges.
However, during the battle, Vogwell's experienced eyes noticed Ethan's identity and a secret that even he himself was unaware of.
From that moment on, Ethan will receive a weapon… a sacred weapon forged to save the world.
For this reason, Vogville holds an extremely important position in the game, and his influence as a character should not be underestimated.
However, that doesn't matter. Regarding the weapon I'll be using, I know that only a handful of blacksmiths in the entire world possess the necessary skills, and Vogville is the most accessible. I've already completed 100% of the game and finished the side quests related to him, learning about his past.
Since I knew the seal was beginning to break down, I looked for changes in the magical energy around the mountains.
Predicting tsunamis involves observing seabed tremors; predicting weather changes involves observing cloud formations; and the same applies to the flow of magical energy—it's inextricably linked to the environment. I'm using this very characteristic to track the location of the dungeon.
And now, I'm here waiting for my weapon to be completed.
Ding! Whoosh!
Every now and then, I could hear the sound of hammers striking metal and flames rising. Vogville was known as a legendary blacksmith because of his deep connection with an ancient fire demon.
The flames obeyed his will, and he chose to use them for forging.
call!
Is this the right thing to do?
I asked myself. Recalling how the mana core was created, I knew the suffering of countless lives within it.
boom!
As I watched the flames rise, a scene suddenly came to mind.
"Brother, look...so many fireflies...aren't they beautiful?"
This is a memory of the past, a small place where we lived together after our parents passed away.
"Yes, they are beautiful."
"What's wrong? Brother, why do you look a little dazed?"
"I was thinking... how wonderful it would be to be like them."
"Like them?"
"Yes, like them. They can go anywhere, without any restrictions."
"Freedom? They have wings, but we have our freedom too, brother. We can help others and make our world a better place..."
"But they can fly."
"..."
"Imagine soaring through the sky, going to places no one has ever been before."
"Yes, they have the sky, but we have each other. It's a unique kind of freedom. And maybe one day we'll find our own wings too."
Can we really find our own wings?
"Hmm, brother... will you leave me alone to explore the world then? I'll be sad."
"You know I will never leave you alone."
"I know."
'Back then, you, who illuminated my world, were purer than anything under the moonlight.'
For some reason, thoughts and memories flooded in like a tide.
Ultimately, you failed to find your wings.
I clenched my fist and looked at the shimmering magical particles in my hand.
'They took it from you.'
As the memories resurfaced, I stood up and took out the training materials I always carried with me.
'I swear, I will take them back.'
......
Inside the furnace, Vogville's calloused hands, calloused from centuries of forging, gently traced the outline of the weapon.
It exudes a latent power, symbolizing both the young man's revenge and the blacksmith's commitment to his craft.
“Old friend,” Vogwell whispered to the hammer beside him, “we have created something unique today.”
He sighed deeply and placed the weapon on the cooling rack. The forge, once brimming with creative passion, was now shrouded in a solemn silence.
Vogwell turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps echoing the weight of centuries of travel.
As he pushed open the door, a breath of fresh air rushed in. The forge had been closed for a long time, and the fresh air flowing into the cave made him take a deep breath.
He found no trace of the young man in the vicinity.
“I thought he would be waiting for me here,” he muttered to himself.
"Ok?"
His senses caught a slight movement.
call!
He turned around and saw a very unusual scene.
The young man sat serenely before the lava flow, seemingly in a state of deep meditation. The heat of the lava appeared to have no effect on him.
“Hmm, places for meditation aren’t common,” Vogville muttered to himself, intrigued by the strange sight. As he approached, he noticed the young man’s skin was burning, but he seemed oblivious, as if drawing power from the intense heat.
The pale skin already showed signs of burns, a disturbing sight.
“Child, what are you doing?” Vogville asked, his voice filled with confusion and worry. The young man slowly opened his eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” the young man replied, taking a small medicine bottle from his spatial bracelet.
Glug!
He drank it all in one gulp.
The burn wounds began to heal, and the struggle against the high temperature was over.
The young man stood up, his movements fluid despite the ordeal he had just endured. The wounds that had once marked his pale skin were gone; the healing potion had proven its effectiveness. He turned to Vogville, his purple eyes resolute and calm.
“The weapons are ready,” Vogwell said, observing the young man’s reaction.
“Thank you,” the young man replied briefly, his gaze fixed on the legendary blacksmith. “What’s next?”
Vogville nodded, sensing the young man's eagerness. "The weapon needs to be tempered in the essence of the sacred forge and connected to you. Follow me."
They entered the forging room, and Vogville carefully placed the weapon into the furnace's flames. The air was thick with the interplay of magic and steel, and the weapon began to radiate an extraordinary light.
“Now, this is the final step,” Vogville explained. “The divine essence will be infused into the weapon, and it will truly become a part of your body. But be careful, this process will never be easy, as the weapon contains a core of magical power. The God of Forging demands respect.”
“The final fusion will be completed by you,” Vogville continued, his gaze fixed on the young man. “To forge a true bond with the weapon, you must offer a part of yourself. Your blood must bind the divine essence to you.”
Without hesitation, the young man drew a small knife from his belt and made a cut on his palm. Blood gushed out, and he held his hand above the weapon.
"Let your blood flow into the weapon," Vogville instructed, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. "Make a connection, make it a part of your soul."
As the young man's blood dripped onto the weapon, a divine essence reacted, enveloping the crimson drop in a mesmerizing glow. The cave seemed to respond to this sacred ritual as well, its flames flickering intensely.
“Now, prepare yourselves,” Vogville warned. “The fusion has begun.”
As the divine essence fused with the blood and weapons of the young, an extraordinary shriek erupted from within the furnace.
“You promised me…” a voice filled with betrayal and despair whispered, seeking an unfulfilled promise.
"Why did you abandon us?" another resentful voice lamented and condemned the abandoned relationship.
"Revenge... endless revenge..." A ghostly whisper yearned to complete its goal, a vengeful fire that seemed insatiable...
The chorus of souls transformed into a tragic narrative, each voice representing an unfulfilled promise, a broken relationship, an unfulfilled desire...
These voices, filled with pain and regret, paint a vivid picture of lives once intertwined with the core project of magic, those who should have had bright futures, but were ruthlessly robbed of them.
They now wander in search of lost lives, becoming beings that feed on souls.
The young man stood in this scene, enduring all the pain that was coming his way.
"Uh……"
He clenched his fist.
The energy from the core of magic gradually overwhelmed him, and with each passing second, the sounds of pain grew louder.
The energy released from the mana core surged into the young man's body like a storm. His body convulsed involuntarily, tormented by the scorching intensity of the divine fusion. The agonizing whispers of his trapped soul echoed through the cave.
The young man gritted his teeth, enduring the searing pain, feeling on the verge of collapse every moment. The surrounding air shimmered with the light of divine essence, casting shadows that danced with his silent struggle.
Hey!
Blood dripped from his bitten lip, a testament to the silent endurance he imposed upon himself.
The fusion with the god of forging not only requires a connection with sacred weapons, but also demands an essential price from those who seek power.
Vogville observed calmly, recognizing the profound torment the young man had willingly accepted. This process relentlessly fused steel, magic, and the essence of countless lost souls into a brutal trial.
"why?"
"why me?"
"what do you want from me......"
When the pain reached its peak, the sound turned into an almost unbearable, piercing noise, challenging the limits of the young man's endurance.
Boom!
Even with his strong will, the young man's body was ultimately too weak. His body could no longer withstand the pressure.
With a silent thud, he fell to the ground.
"Ugh!"
His vision blurred, and Vogwell could feel the connection that sustained him was weakening.
At that very moment, a wisp of ethereal mist drifted out from the necklace around his neck.
The mist coalesced into the slender figure of a girl, her face enveloped in a comforting atmosphere.
"Brother, I am with you..."
Ethereal whispers echoed in the cave, like a comforting spell that permeated the air.
"Ugh—!"
The young man remained on the ground, groaning in pain, listening to these words.
In his eyes, the girl's figure was the embodiment of his greatest regret.
As the figure in the mist continued to soothe, a gentle energy emanated from her, softly caressing the young man's cheek.
“Remember, brother,” she whispered, “even in the darkest of times, you are not alone. The moon is your strength, and I am your guide.”
As she spoke these words, the figure in the mist began to dissipate, merging back into her little necklace.
As the young man began to glow in the cave, the shapeless weapon slowly approached him.
With the final thrust, the weapon pierced the young man's chest.