Blacksmith of the Apocalypse Chapter 402: Giant’s Meteor Rod

He smiled in glee when he realized what had happened and saw his wizard spear in all its glory. The pointy staff had already beco legendary, and Seth was not even done with it!

One more Step was missing: The soul.

It had cost him six big souls to repair the massive soul of Chrysopras. After repairing and refining it had gained a sentience and part of the stone giant mories. It was a sha, that he had to damage it to this extent, which made it impossible for it to regain its original ego.

However, he counted on that destructive will to make up for this. From what AlZalsar had told him about the books from Master Mountain, people like him used special materials like teoric iron for weapons to nurture sothing a soul or even an ego within them.

He hoped that it could act as a catalyst for the weapon to gain an ego, once he infused the soul.

before that ca the enchantnts. After forging the soul into the shape of the spear he used a special ink he had bought in demon city to inscribe it. The ink had a rare rating and an earth attribute.

The poem he chose to inscribe was called "Sandstorm" of the Demon Dar'Ude. It complinted the powers of earth and desert that already radiated from within the spear staff.

Striking the iron while it's hot, Seth finished the inscription on the soul and infused it into the legendary spear. As the spear was swallowed by the bubble ford from the waters of Styx, thin sparks flashed across the tip's blades and along the shaft as the tear-shaped core gained a permanent golden glow.

The sparks left strings of dark pattern that connected the black tip to the shaft and chain pattern.

It was a sha that he could not appraise the spear, yet. His

Seth was unable to take his eyes of the item. He felt it again, this feeling of disbelief that it was really him who had created sothing like this. The na was a little ambiguous, but it wasn't s if Seth disliked it.

The skills by themself were already quite powerful but added with the other effects like additional curse damage, even the simple Sandstorm could deal damage that was difficult to resist.

Using , he tried communicating with the Ego, but it still felt rudintary, and was unable to answer coherently. Seth did not worry; he was sure it would grow once it ordered the stone giant's mories and gains its own experience.

He lost track of how long he just sat there, staring at his spear and stroking the rod, when he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him.

"Tower Master?"

Seth looked up in shock and took so ti to recognize who had co to his door.

"Is that…Karina?"

It was the Dryad.

"Can I enter?"

"Oh, sure, co in." the dryad entered and sat down at the work table beside him.

"What brought you here? Weren't you with Pip and them?"

"The children are asleep," she answered with a smile. "I couldn't help but wander around. All I've known was my tree and the forest. I saw light and got curious."

"i understand. Do you want to guide you through the tower?"

"Ah! No, I didn't want to disturb the Tower Master. You seed…busy." she blushed a little.

"Oh, don't worry about it. And you can just call Seth."

"Then… Could I ask a question, Seth?" she asked, Seth only nodded and signaled her to keep going.

"Is it really, okay? Reviving my tree, giving a new lease on life. Letting spend ti with my children. And all you want in return is to take care of your herb garden?"

"I an, I also might co by to get wood for staffs, you know."

"Still! It seems so little to repay you. Especially since you also prevented from corruption."

This was giving Seth a hard ti. He really didn't do it to get anything specific in return this ti. He could do sothing good for the children he took a liking to and gain a strong ally. It was more interesting than using her souls to make yet another weapon.

He scratched his head.

"Oh, I know. How about you teach more people in Minas Mar about that nature magic?"

"Will that…"

She was nice to a fault.

"Please don't ask if that is okay. In my opinion, taking care of the children and the herbs would already be more than enough. Just take your ti, spend it with Pip and the others. It's really enough for now."

"…Okay." she finally agreed with a warm smile that could lt a man's heart.

"I will take my leave then." she bowed and left again.

Seth wiped away his sweat and fell back on his seat. Why did he have to et so many complicated people today?

Despite the stress, the sight of his new staff on the table imdiately made him feel better. With this in his hand, it was ti to really start practicing earth magic. Now that he had made such a huge advancent in his research, he would have more ti in the future to improve his combat skills.

In the following weeks, he split his ti between crafting items, researching golems, practicing music, and improving his combat skills.

Although he had , he had always trained with a sword before. Once Monique's team returned from their dungeon dive, he asked the spear demon for so organized classes in handling the spear.

Practicing and sparring with her, also helped him a lot in adapting to the < La One's Walk>, the movent skill he had gained from the blacksmith god.

Monique enjoyed an easy ti beating him up. Despite the passive improvents from his soul armants, he could barely keep up with the professional vanguard. They only used practice equipnt so the worst that happened was so man bruises and bumps.

This reaffird his choice to stay in the rear guard. He might be able to put on airs against ordinary people using his advantage in equipnt, but in the end, he severely lacked close combat skills.

Other classes had many active and passive skills that would boost their output, Seth on the other hand could only rely on his superior equipnt to make up for the lacking skills.

If Seth and Monique fought in full gear, he could probably beat her, or others like her. But why would he fight soone else's strength with his weakness?

He was a little better in terms of magic since he had all the right affinities. But compared to a specialized mage class he still needed sothing like the Desert Thorn to keep up.

Good thing he had declared himself a Bard for the evaluation and all of these were just insurance.. He would love to just stay in the back and play music, while everyone else would take care of the fighting.