It's Munchkin Healer

On the seventh day, we prepare for the apocalypse? It's... it's complicated. I'm not sure.

The sculptor who was listening wondered.

He did not understand what the facilitator said.

The facilitator smiled and moved on to the next story.

Well, that's what I'm saying. Does this mean anything to you? I don't know, because I've heard stories. It's a complicated story because it's prophecy because it's fate.

But what he said was intentional.

The meaning of the end he speaks of is the festival.

For players who enjoy the world as a game, the end was just one content, and imagining the end of the world meant they had been looking forward to the festival from the beginning.

With silence flowing, the sculptor looks at his warrior.

In the sunset courtyard, there was a cool place.

Oh, God, I'm gonna catch a cold. Go back to sleep.

A sculptor with a soft voice said.

“Yaaawn... I fell asleep. Heave-ho.”

This woke Dorothy, who was asleep for a while.

The sculptor looks close to her, but regrets her being as far away as the difference between heaven and earth.

You can't touch her.

It was a pity for him to be able to convey his will, but not be able to talk.

Khh... He's so sweet. You should know the warriors there. That's too bad.

However, there was a notable figure in this.

He smiles on the outside, but his insides are full of one purpose.

Haha, what should I do? This is the street between me and that kid. But I'm satisfied. I can't reach him, but there are traces of me all over his life. This must be true love.

* Sobbing *... It's a really beautiful story. Yeah, I heard something recently. Would you like to hear it?

What are you talking about?

The sculptor asked.

The facilitator seduced him by revealing his hidden insides.

It's magic that can break the limits of a warrior! Maybe this will allow you to talk to the warriors, too?

What does that mean?

I... I don't know who made it, but if you break the limits of a warrior, you can feel the voice of intervention in your will. And then they talk to each other. Isn't this magic perfect for you sculptors?

The moderator of the sly voice said.

The magic he speaks of is a painting of Tyre and King in Gaian.

It was a variable in this world that Thor pursued and tried to eliminate, and it was a mysterious magic that left no one behind.

Sid thought it was "Prometheus' work," but it was different.

Prometheus stumbled upon it and used it for his plan, not just the magic he had created.

Then who?

Who left behind such seeds that could be such weapons and disasters?

The answer lies with Thor.

It was no coincidence that he was chasing after Paige.

Really? There's magic like that? But if there is such a thing, the Supreme Leader......

Well, it is. But even the Supreme Leader knew about it and left it behind intentionally. Can we use it, then? It's a kind of benefit for the givers. If you're a sculptor god, you can use it quietly. That magic was used by some goddess, anyway. Isn't that right?

The facilitator whispered in a sly voice.

God gave him who he could become.

He was the magician of Thyr's possession, and was the ‘God of Jokes’ who would bring an end to his world.

He whispers in a sweet voice to a sculptor of his own destiny.

Like the serpent of Eden who handed over the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, there was an evil plan in him.

Ah. Of course, what I've told you is a secret. It is forbidden for a facilitator to tell other players what they have heard. I just wanted to help the sculptor. Would anything happen to you if you were only willing to make me feel? Right? Hahaha!

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Clumsy!

“Knock harder. Iron is strong enough to pound. Harder! Do your best! Aja!”

A forge that heats up.

There is an elf with his arms crossed between the crimson lights.

The identity of an elf with golden eyes and fresh blonde hair was dragon dragon, but the dragon interfered in training the elves of the forge.

The dragon with the dwarves was lacking in all this.

“Oh, I can't do this! Why do you keep teasing me? You risked your life for a hammer? Why are you being so annoying? You're being annoying! ”

Then the elf with the hammer shouts.

I hurled a hammer and became angry, but the dragon's eyes froze in a sudden situation.

“You can't do this? Is this hard?”

“Hey, you ready for war? Why are you so serious? It's just a hobby. ”

“What hobby...? ”

The dragon was bewildered by what the Elf said.

The dragon himself has called the smithing a hobby, but he's never been so lazy as this.

“Waiso Sirius! I can't do this! I won't!”

“Neither will I. Why do you have to live such a busy life? I won't!”

“Me neither! ”

You shout alongside one elf as well.

The dragon opened its mouth and was appalled.

The Elves he knew were the guardians of a mild and serious forest.

The Elves of the priesthood were all lazy, emotional men.

When you're interested, you run away as soon as you get busy.

“Oh my...... Are you even an Elf? Elves who can be loved by the forest and talk to spirits! ”

Yong-yong excitedly shouted.

However, it was a reverse effect on the elves who left the forge.

The Elves mocked the dragons with a smile like you.

“Well, I see you're fresh out of St. Helena. Dude, you've been here a month! You can't live life that hard! How many good things in the world are you so tired of? ”

“Phew. Shame on you. I used to do that. I think I saw myself then. ”

“I'm thirsty. You're a beer snob! Ten on first come first serve! ”

“Me!”

“Me too! ”

“He's alive! Yay!”

“I didn't say I'd live, you bald-headed bastards! ”

“Hahaha! Let's go! That rookie will come when he's sober. Let's go!”

“Yep!”

The noisy elves have escaped.

The dragon could not keep his mouth shut in the scene I just saw.

I already miss the Dwarves who have pride in what they do.

“What, them? I thought you said you learned skills. Where is he going?”

As you walk around, Sid comes in.

The dragon sighs at the empty forge.

The week I decided to transfer my skills was all for nothing.

“They don't do it because it's hard. Then it's hard to touch iron, isn't it? Phew. I used to be a hobby, too, but they're psychos. I can't even teach. ”

The sighing dragon mutters.

Sid folds his arms and grins.

It seemed like it would take some time to adapt to the ‘headless elves’.

“So, is work okay? I delegated the forge to you. I don't know if you like it. ”

Sid relaxes through the forge.

When the dragon first arrived, the workshop was only a small playground made by Elves, and after a week of dragons, it was reborn as a reasonable forge equipped with various equipment and materials.

“What do you do when you delegate? I'm the only craftsman. Shit...... That's what happens to Elves when they stick together with that stupid Titan. When I was here, she was fine, and all that stupidity moved her. She's gonna cry! She's gonna cry! ”

“Huh? Is that my spear? Did you make it all? ”

Sid's eyes are filled with a smooth golden spear.

They were slightly shorter than Sid's red spear, which was engraved with a subtle pattern to show off a more stylish feel.

“You have to trim more. It's not urgent. ”

“Well, take your time. So what are your special abilities? What about sealing your healing abilities? ”

“What nonsense. Don't you think blacksmithing is alchemy? I'd say your spear was sacred, but it's just a lump of iron. How can a lump of iron without myth have such power? ”

The dragon moved away, grumbling.

In one corner of the forge was a wheel taken from Magni, who decorated the interior of the forge with a black sparkle.

“Oh, that's too bad. The golden spear must be sealed in order to heal. Anyway, there's something I need to see. Can you come out here for a second? ”

“What is it?”

“Come out. It's out there.”

“Out there? What?”

The dragon followed Sid wondering.

Outside, there was a statue up to 2m.

It was a strange statue made up of snakes and lamia. It was Tartarus' core after defeating the "perverted king."

“Is this also sacred? It's a big deal. ”

The dragon glanced at the tartarus and said,

By the way, there was also Metis, the owner of the sacred object, beside Tartarus.

The dragon who found the holy woman was surprised with her eyes wide open.

“Hi, I've heard a lot about you from Sid. Thank you for staying. ”

The girl in white bows her head.

The dragon's impression of hearing the story frowned.

“Hear the story? What story?”

“You can listen to him. We have nothing to hide from each other. ”

Sid naturally grabs the hand of the saint.

Metis smiles lightly, noticing.

“This is what I'm asking. It's kind of a v.v. stage, but there's no way to use it. I need you to take care of him if you can. Can you fix it? ”

Sid pointing to the tartarus asked.

The dragon tilted its head to see a two-metre statue.

It was originally owned by the 'pervert king’, but now that the original owner evaporated, the only owner of Tartaros was Metis here.

“Hmm… I don't know. I have to try. You want to control this, right? while pulling out the functions inside. ”

“Yes, I know it's controlled by bronze and adamantium, but I can only use part of it. I want to draw out the full force for the future. Please.”

Mathis asked for a gentle voice.

The dragon frowned at the voice with elegance and glamour.

Of course, it wasn't frowning at Mathis, it was looking at Sid holding hands with her.

“The Devil made love to an angel. Amazing kid.”

“I get surprised sometimes, too. You don't need anything from head to toe? ”

“Enough. Shut up. ”

Sid says the saint is ashamed.

Sid takes hold of her waist and makes a loving gesture.

The dragon trembles on his forehead.

“Never mind. I'm interested anyway, so I'll give it a try. I was worried that the guy who was preparing for war didn't have an army, but something's going on. And get rid of all those Elves. They're very insect pups. ”

“Yes, Your Holiness? Can you reconsider?”

Sid laughs at the dragon's words.

Mathis couldn't argue with just laughing.

“Then please? Let me know if you need anything. ”

Soon the two who waved their hands left.

The dragon entered the forge with a large statue.

The way I looked at them, there was playfulness and naughtiness.

“Yes. I left many descendants before the war began. That's how it was before the war started. ”

“Yes. I'm trying, but it's not easy. ”

“What are you talking about! ”

Mathis punches the joking Sid.

But they were not separated.

Couples who laugh at small jokes and twitch their mouths just by making eye contact.

She used to be a saint who was confronted with shame, but now she's not away from Sid.

It seemed that the separation that had been separated for two months was too big.

“Sis! ”

A short distance away is Mirai, who was playing with Lime.

The belt!

Limes welcomed the two of them as they bounced.

It was a family of mothers, fathers, daughters, and dogs, as Sid had said before.

Sid smiles at the peaceful priesthood.

I felt the warmth of my beloved lover with my hands, and I didn't know how sweet the momentary scent was.

“I'm glad to be back. Don't go away anymore. ”

The girl whispered in the gentle breeze.

Sid grabs her hand and hits her in the eye.

Although it was incredibly quiet to believe that it was preparing for war, he had to fight to keep this peace.

Just like the quiet before the storm.

One week when I returned home, I had a quiet rest.

“Of course. I'm not leaving you. You got some nerve. ”

“Phew... It's noisy. I'm really going to hit you. ”

Continued at 168pm