Life Reversal with Item Copy

The blacksmith of the Mahal.

They refine iron, refine weapons, and realize their faith. An inseparable companion for the Mahal who value dishonor. They were greatly respected.

Among these, the first blacksmith is the craftsman with the best skills and year wheel in the tribe. If I put on my clothes, I could say that I am the second son of the tribe after the priest.

“You think he's that great? ”

“Yes!”

Shura jumped up and said. I felt like I saw more than a priest when I said "Son of Man."

Yesterday I saw the priest acting like a grandfather next door....

“Hmmm!”

Then Jamel coughs and talks to Shura.

“Shura, I need to talk to the guest. Can you please leave for a moment? ”

“Well, but..... ”

“If you don't listen, I won't look at your weapons anymore. ”

“Argh! That's not possible! I'm coming now!”

At Jamel's words, Shura ran out of the tent in horror.

I heard you two talking and I thought I knew. See why Shura makes Jamel more difficult than Priest Fouad.

“Nice to meet you. I would have said hello yesterday, but I couldn't because I didn't have a chance. ”

It was a festival, so I understand enough.

I couldn't help but think of my face. Obviously, in the middle of yesterday's festival, I was a grandfather who was drinking with a whole bowl of wine on his side.

“Are you okay with your hangover? ”

“Hangover? What is that? ”

“Yesterday I drank so much…… No, it's nothing. ”

Dojun roughly frowned to speak. If you don't even know what hangover is, it's fine.

A 15-year-old who has just had an adult ceremony is a class A hunter. I also understood not knowing the hangover.

“Huge. I saw the weapon you gave Shura yesterday. Is that you? ”

“No, I got it, too. Blacksmith's work is door-to-door. ”

It's not just a thing, it's something I paid for.

“Heh. That's too bad. ”

“But here's the thing. ”

Dojun showed Jamel how to get various weapons out of the inventory. Except, of course, for his favorite things, which he took on reserve.

When a long spear, sword, axe, etc. pops out of the open air, Jamel's eyes curl.

“Were you a shaman? No, I've never heard of a spell like this. ”

“It's not like that..... It's just a force that you can use all of a sudden. ”

It was not a lie because of the power that had suddenly become available since the day I woke up.

When I heard that, Jamel had a gentle expression.

Why do you do that? Let's look at it questionably. He replied.

“I didn't think God would be able to give me the grace because I didn't have horns since I was born, but I don't think so. It looks like you have the blessing of the Sun God. ”

Oh, that's what I'm talking about.

Turns out, when I first met Shura or when I first came to town, I received a lot of sympathetic young eyes because I didn't have horns.

I thought it was just a sad look at a malformed child, but now I'm thinking that I was born without God's blessing.

I think it's a bit grand, but it's the culture of this species, and it's the way of thinking.

“By the way, can I take a look? ”

Jamel is shining with a gentle expression. It was like a child facing a new toy.

“Sure.”

There was no reason to refuse. I took it out to show it in the first place.

I wanted to get something sacred for him if I did well.

‘If possible, I like their unique style. ’

If you only want to check the energy of God's grace, it is actually simple. You can pick up any stone and ask them to give you strength.

It would be as simple as holding the energy so that the stones don't break. Maybe Shura can do enough.

However, Dojun was thinking of one possibility.

‘It's possible this is the world of Siwelyn. ’

One of the two possibilities I was thinking about yesterday.

I know that Siwelyn's world is doomed. But what if there was actually a survivor somewhere? What if those who live deep in the forest aren't dead yet?

And what if those survivors were incorporated into this maze?

Then it makes sense that they have the same energy as Siwelyn. Religion is different, but the gods you believe in are the same.

In that sense, I liked the item with the unique form of this tribe. There's a possibility that Siwelyn might recognize the form.

If this is true.

‘You'll be pleased.’

She'll be happy.

Although they are not colleagues who have eaten and slept together, they are still people from the same world.

If the fact that a trendy person who thought they were all dead were alive could be a comfort to her, nothing would be better than that.

‘But if……. ’

If it's not this possibility, but the second possibility, if this is a different world that has nothing to do with the world of Siwelyn.

The grace of God that the Mahal speak of. What happened to the existence of this divine power?

No, the truth doesn't matter. The important thing is that

‘How Siwelyn will accept this existence. ’

I don't know what she'll think.

Not at all unexpected. I didn't even know if the story would flow to the good side or to the bad side.

But I couldn't show her.

“Good to see you. ”

As I was thinking about it, Jamel gave the weapon back to the Dojun with a satisfied expression.

“Are you okay?”

Dojun asks. Is it okay to give it back so gently? Don't you want one?

“Are you going to be okay?”

Jamel used to understand the meaning as well. Dojun nodded and laughed loudly and thanked Dojun.

“Thank you, thank you. Let's see..... Then let's do this. ”

What he chose was a spear bag made for throwing. Chang was also Dojun's flagship weapon, so spare parts were also supplied with good items.

In other words, he was the most expensive of the weapons that Dojun showed.

‘I'm also a blacksmith. ’

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

“Are you all right, now? Please stop by our workshop for a moment. ”

“Workshop?”

“All you have to do is get it. Go with me and pick one. ”

If you have to go, you have to come.

Dojun got out of his seat without having to leave. In the first place, it was aiming for this and giving the spear, because Shura said it was an excuse not to give and receive.

“Let's go.”

“It's nice to be cool. ”

The two of them headed to the huge workshop at the entrance to the village.

* * *

The workshop was not in one place. There were several tents lined up around one large tent dealing with weapons.

“Traveler."

“Is that him? ”

“You mean you gave Shura that knife? ”

Several blacksmiths in the workshop glanced at the doughnuts.

Its eyes were like the eyes of a hound aiming for food. I didn't even know if it was going to spit in my mouth.

“I'm sorry. I was surprised to see your sword. ”

“I heard about it, but I didn't think it was this much..... ”

“Making us a better iron, a better weapon, proves itself to God. It's also about helping tribal colleagues. So please understand a little bit. ”

“I'm fine. ”

According to him, Dojun did not care about their gaze. There's only one thing he cares about right now. It was about picking weapons to use from all over the place.

“How about this? It was made about a month ago. Would you like to hear about it? ”

Jamel pulls a weapon out of the biggest tent. It was a circular chakra similar to what Shura used to write.

‘I'm not used to weapons like this. ’

I took it and looked at it.

The appearance was brilliant. So was Shura, but this Chakram wasn't just iron. It was like a wave and a strange pattern came to mind in the iron itself.

‘There is no information window. ’

He picks it up and swings around, and Dojun spits out his resilience. It must have been the first such weapon, but it was quite good. There was no inconvenience in holding hands, as well as moving the center according to the posture.

First of all, it is worth mentioning the blacksmith. Compared to the equipment made by Blackmaiden's top craftsman, it was completely lacking.

‘Too bad you don't have the ability to do it separately. ’

They don't have crafting skills, but what they hope for is extravagant.

A helper who naturally shed magical power. Shortly thereafter, his eyes widened.

“Your weapons are good in technology, but there's one thing I'm sorry about. It didn't contain the horn of a Blade Antelope. ”

“Horn……? ”

“If you train iron with horns of a Blade Antelope, grace will be easier, and more. It's different from what I didn't do. ”

I'm sorry, but the weapon you gave me will not be used for research purposes or in practice, Jamel added.

However, that did not come into Dojun's ear. His gaze was drawn to Chakram, who was holding it now.

‘Are you talking about high magic conductivity? ’

That too is overwhelming.

I've never used such magical resting gear before.

‘This is..... awesome. ’

It was the first labyrinth worth money since the Orc labyrinth that sold a single pouch in Canada. Moreover, it is not dimensioned like a single pouch. Unlike a single pouch that was just a minor consumable, it could be a key ingredient in making equipment.

‘Unlike hidden options. ’

Information about items crafted with your copying skills is not visible to others. Because of this, he never made and sold items with copying skills.

You can create hidden options.

If it is known that it is possible, markets around the world will fluctuate.

Dojun, who is a party to it, is dangerous, as well as those around him. If he was hollow, he couldn't have crossed such a dangerous bridge with his daughter.

‘But it's different when it comes to the quality of the ingredients. ’

However, to the extent that good quality materials can be supplied, that is fine. Everyone already knows that the quality of the material varies according to the magic conductivity.

The extent of the emergence of new materials was sufficient to cover the current doughnuts.

‘I won't undertake it right away. ’

Though I would not disclose it without thinking as much as he was of a discreet nature, it was worth trampling it for the latter.

“How do you like it? ”

“Yes, I've never seen anything like this. ”

As Dojun talks about it, the blacksmiths around him rub their noses with a sober expression.

Seeing the Traveler's sword that Shura showed yesterday, his pride was restored.

Of course, Jamelmann laughed happily as though he knew it.

“He's made of horns of two angles. I knew you'd like it. ”

“Binoculars?”

“The one with two horns. ”

The horn grows more according to the years it grows. Most people do their best with one horn, but some have two or three strong horns.

“I see.”

Dojun convinced me. I knew it was a stronger individual in proportion to the number of horns, but I didn't even know it was a force of years, not a natural one.

Then I thought about it.

Why don't you ask me to make one instead of taking a weapon that's already made? I was willing to pay enough if I needed more.

And if you say you make it.

‘If you're a king, you'd better use the best ingredients. ’

Dojun asked Jamel about it.

“So how many horns do you have? ”

“The most? There are five of them... ”

“Do you know the location? ”

“I know. I went out to the west exit and followed the road...... No, wait. You're not going to catch it, are you? ”

Of course it is. Dojun nods.

Then Jamel jumped.

“Quit it! Do you know how many warriors were sacrificed to defeat him a hundred years ago? You're too much without horns! ”

It's not just Jamel. The other blacksmiths who were watching ran and tore him apart.

It was not just a dangerous story, it was the faces of those who saw the horror in person.

“ ……. ”

I could have exuded magic right away or something, but there was a more definite way.

Dojun pulled the corpse of the monster he had previously kept from the inventory.

Cu ― Ung!

A dead body was placed in the middle of the workshop. There were three ugly twisted horns on his head.

“This is..... ”

“There are three horns! ”

“No, it hurts more than that..... ”

And even more alarming was the fact that they were killed.

It was true that his corpse had only one penetrating wound.

Jamel also loses his word and alternately looks at his corpse and Dojoon. I saw a corpse with three horns and a donkey with no horns.

* * *

“…… I have something to tell you first. ”

After a short commotion, Jamel pulls out his horse with a stubborn expression. About the guy with five horns.

But the first words came out completely unexpected.

“Actually, he was defeated once. ”

“Yes?”

Dojun blinks two eyes. No, you said you were still in the west.

“It's been 50 years since I was a kid. At that time, all warriors from nearby tribes, including us, gathered to attack and defeat him. I used to cut his throat there, too. ”

“ ……. ”

Dojun listened to him quietly once. I'll explain myself.

“But... he's not dead. ”

“Aren't you dying? ”

“Literally. He was alive. Even though he cut his throat. ”

Dojun's expression hardened.

The Legion of the Immortal. That word crossed my head.

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