Chapter 328: Demon Contract
[ ITEM STATUS SCREEN ]
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ITEM NAME: Malachor Jade Ingot
RARITY: Epic
[ MATERIAL PROPERTIES ]
TEMPERATURE FLUX:
Heating increases physical impact.
Chilling elevates energy conductivity.
LIVING MEMORY:
Possesses an organic spatial memory. The ingot forcefully resists physical deformation when hot, and elastically snaps back to its forged shape when cooled.
[ LOG LORE: ORIGIN ]
"Born where the veins of the earth bled into a ruptured abyss. The jade is calcified magic; the dark whorls are the echoes of the tear. It remembers the disaster that shaped it, and it hungers to twist back into what it once was."
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Kael leaned closer.
His eyes sharpened.
Heat increased physical impact.
Cold improved energy conductivity.
Living memory.
Shape retention.
It was not just metal. It was stubborn metal with rune-friendly behavior.
"How much is this?" Kael asked. "Looks sexy."
Yenna turned her head very slowly toward him.
Baltak placed one hand over his heart. "A customer of taste."
"That is not what taste means," Yenna said.
Baltak ignored her and pulled the ingot from somewhere beneath the counter. He set it down with both hands.
The counter thudded.
Kael felt the weight through the wood.
"Not as expensive as you might think," Baltak said.
Yenna leaned in and looked at the ingot. Her expression immediately became skeptical.
"What are you going to use that for?" she asked. "That’s a horrible resource."
Kael looked almost offended. "You think? This thing looks hella awesome. Heat and cold properties, and it can return to its former shape."
"Not that part," Yenna said. "The forging part. Very few climbers use this for weapons or armor. Most use it for rings and accessories since it takes too much effort to forge."
Kael listened, but his eyes stayed on the ingot.
Yenna continued, "Once it goes even one degree too hot, it can take that shape forever. The problem is each ingot has a different heat point. Some climbers tried to make swords out of it, but they could never make the swords sharp. After quenching it, if they tried to sharpen the edge, it simply reverted to its dull forged shape."
Baltak nodded, smiling. "Beautifully difficult."
"Annoyingly difficult," Yenna corrected.
"Same market category."
She looked at Kael. "Unless you want accessories, this is not worth the trouble."
"Nope," Kael said. "I’m using this to upgrade my gear."
Yenna stared at him.
Kael tapped his chest. "This Journeyman leather armor has been good to me, but it’s taking too much damage from almost anything I encounter now. And my gauntlets..."
He raised one arm and pointed at the cut across the metal where Yenna’s reflexive swing had bitten into it earlier.
"Look here," he said. "The swing you did cut deeply into it. I can repair it, but it would be much better if I didn’t have to."
Yenna looked at the mark.
Then at him.
"Did you not hear a single word I said?"
"I did."
"And?"
"And I’ll be careful."
"That is worse than if you hadn’t heard me."
Baltak chuckled. "Though I do enjoy selling materials, your friend is correct. Malachor Jade has ruined better smiths than you."
Kael looked at him.
Baltak’s grin widened. "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
The imp leaned forward, eyes falling again to Kael’s gauntlets. "Those took a lot of effort to make, have they not?"
"Yes."
"A lot of trial. A lot of pain. A lot of materials wasted before the shape held."
Kael said nothing.
Baltak’s grin became smaller, sharper. "Then perhaps you are exactly the kind of fool who can make use of this."
Yenna shrugged. "Suit yourself."
"How much for an ingot?" Kael asked.
"Thirty Lesser Vanitas Shards," Baltak said.
Kael blinked. "That’s it?"
"That’s it."
"You’re not overcharging?"
Baltak gasped. "I would never."
Yenna said, "He would."
"I would often," Baltak admitted. "But not here. The ingot is difficult to sell. Most buyers are sane."
Kael checked his stash of Vanity Shards. He had enough to play with. At least to grab ten of these ingots.
"Good enough for me."
He dumped the required shards onto the counter.
Baltak swept them away with frightening speed.
"You’ll need another metal to mix with it, though," the imp said.
"I should have some scrap metal from monsters I took down."
"I am talking about something more mystical," Baltak said. "Something that can make the Jade worth the effort."
He reached beneath the counter again.
This time, he placed a chunk of purple ore in front of them.
It was not an ingot. It had not been refined. Dirt and black stone still clung to its surface, caught in jagged edges around the purple mineral. It did not glow, but it seemed to drink warmth from the air near it. Kael could feel his fingers grow heavier just by resting his hand close.
Baltak tapped the item.
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ITEM NAME: Porphyrite-Gloom Ore
RARITY: Rare (Unrefined Mystic Mineral)
[ NATURAL PROPERTIES ]
THERMAL MASS CONVERSION:
The ore absorbs thermal energy and converts it directly into physical mass. It does not grow hot; it grows heavy.
[ LORE ]
"Deep beneath the volcanic shelves, where hellfire meets the crushing dark, Porphyrite drinks the heat of the earth to anchor itself to the world’s core. A smith who tries to melt it in a standard furnace will quickly find their anvil collapsed into the basement, pulled down by a stone that grows heavier with every spark."
Kael stared at the ore.
Then at the Malachor Jade.
Then at his gauntlets.
His mind began arranging possibilities before common sense could stop it.
Malachor Jade responded to heat and cold. Heat increased impact. Chilling increased energy conductivity. It remembered shape.
Porphyrite-Gloom converted heat into mass.
Not heat into temperature.
Heat into weight.
Kael slowly smiled.
Yenna saw that smile and immediately looked concerned.
"This one is even trickier to work with," Baltak said.
"Of course it is."
"Many lost their forges trying to forge this thing," the imp continued. "The attempt to even pull it out of the fire was almost impossible for most normal smiths. It does not melt politely. It becomes heavy. The more heat you add, the more the forge hates you."
Kael’s smile did not fade.
"That sounds useful."
"That sounds suicidal," Yenna said.
"Most useful things do."
"You keep saying that."
"And I keep being right."
Baltak’s claws tapped softly against the counter. "Imagine it. Malachor Jade to hold shape and conduct energy. Porphyrite-Gloom to convert heat into mass. A gauntlet that grows heavier with thermal load. Armor that becomes harder under temperature pressure. A weapon that punishes impact with more impact." His grin widened. "Of course, if handled badly, you will make a lump of angry metal that collapses your workshop into the floor."
Kael thought of Brokk’s Hammer.
He thought of Andre’s forge.
He thought of Frost, Fire, Heft, Anchor, and the annoying reality that everything he had survived so far kept demanding better tools.
"How much?" Kael asked.
Baltak’s smile became demonic.
"Ten thousand Vanity Shards."
Kael’s smile died.
"I don’t have all that."
He pulled his hand away from the ore with a sigh.
"Then I’ll take the Jade and come back later."
Baltak’s claw slammed onto the counter.
A piece of paper appeared beneath it.
Kael froze.
He recognized the shape of it.
The borders.
The old unpleasant script.
The eager blank lines waiting to become legal trouble.
Very similar to the one he had signed before.
Baltak’s grin stretched from ear to ear.
"We can always write up a contract, dear customer!"
Kael stared at the paper.
Then at Baltak.
Then at Yenna.
Yenna’s face said no in every language.
The honey badger emerged from her hair and looked at the contract with immediate disgust.
"That is a demon contract," it said.
Baltak placed one claw against his chest. "Merchant contract."
"Demon."
"Merchant."
"Exploitative demon merchant."
Baltak’s eyes sparkled. "Now we are negotiating accurately."
Kael rubbed his forehead.
The Porphyrite-Gloom Ore sat on the counter, purple and dirty and dangerously tempting.
The Malachor Jade Ingot rested beside it, green-black and stubbornly beautiful.
Somewhere outside, Sector Three waited with trained knights, monsters, darkness, and at least one more safe zone he needed before he could leave.
All is good, all is well.
Kael looked at the contract again.
His brow twitched.
"I hate this shop," he said.
Baltak leaned forward, smiling.
"And yet you coming back inside." The imp smiled at Kael who seemed to be failing to resist the temptation