"Kid, I think it’s going to take you so ti to prepare these materials!" Master Ironhand said, lifting his massive iron hamr with one hand.
He continued speaking in his deep, resonant voice, "So there’s really no point for to stay here any longer."
"Go prepare the materials. Once you have them ready, you can summon again!"
In the next instant, Master Ironhand’s body dissolved into a brilliant light, vanishing as he returned to the other side of the teleportation array.
The glow disappeared almost imdiately, and in its place lay a perfectly intact [Dwarven Blacksmith’s Token (Legendary-grade)], quietly resting on the floor.
Caelan stepped forward, picked up the token, and then turned to leave the training room. His mind was already racing with the next steps.
The goal was simple but demanding: he had to collect all the required materials in the shortest possible ti, regardless of the cost or effort required.
Once he had everything he needed, his longsword would undergo a revolutionary transformation.
It wouldn’t just beco more powerful—it would even gain growth attributes.
Perhaps, one day in the future, this longsword could develop into a genuine god-tier weapon.
The thought alone made Caelan’s heart beat faster with excitent.
Exiting the practice room, Caelan initially planned to head directly to [Dark Maze].
However, just as he turned, he spotted his grandfather Caesar and his maternal grandfather Orlando standing nearby.
"Grandfather Caesar? Maternal grandfather Orlando? What are you both doing here?" Caelan’s voice carried a mix of surprise and confusion.
Almost imdiately, he realized the purpose of their appearance.
On the other side, Caesar smiled knowingly and asked, "Did you just use the [Wax Effigy Core] to open a teleportation portal to the [Celestial Realm]?"
Caesar was experienced and well-inford.
Upon hearing the report, he imdiately understood the situation. The [Wax Effigy Core] was extrely rare.
The re fact that Caelan chose to use it likely indicated that he had encountered so particularly tricky problem.
That was precisely why Caesar and Orlando had co at once.
Feeling the concern radiating from Caesar and Orlando, Caelan’s heart ward considerably.
He nodded gently, speaking in a calm and reassuring tone, "Don’t worry. Everything is fine here. I did use the [Wax Effigy Core], but it was to obtain a rare material."
He continued, "In addition, I might need help from the family and the Ironclad Legion. This ti, I will require..."
Taking this opportunity, Caelan recounted everything that had happened, explaining it all in detail without omitting a single point.
After listening carefully, Caesar made a decisive judgnt and then spoke gravely, "At this point in your journey, you certainly need a reliable weapon. I personally support your choice."
He paused for emphasis, then continued, "And the [Celestial Realm’s Liquid Gold] has not appeared in several centuries. Using the [Wax Effigy Core] for it is absolutely justified."
"Regarding the auxiliary materials, I will arrange for personnel to coordinate with Iverson. Acquiring them should not be difficult."
Even without Caelan requesting assistance, Caesar had already taken the initiative to ensure the supplental materials would be collected.
His proactive move, however, imdiately made Orlando’s face turn green with irritation.
He glared fiercely at his longti friend. "This old man... the older he gets, the craftier he becos! Bribing little Caelan’s favor behind my back? Can’t you just be decent for once?" Orlando fud silently.
Caesar had even quietly slipped 1 million gold coins to Caelan without informing Orlando.
Could anyone do such a thing?
Orlando had originally intended to wait until the evening banquet to present his own gift to Caelan, a gesture to show respect and welco him back into the family.
But seeing Caesar’s underhanded tactics, Orlando decided he didn’t need to wait any longer.
He retrieved a storage ring from his finger and handed it directly to Caelan. "Little Caelan, this is a gift from your maternal grandfather. Take a look and see if you like it."
Hearing this, Caelan froze for a mont. He instinctively wanted to politely decline. "Maternal grandfather, you don’t have to... actually, I—"
Orlando’s expression darkened.
Without allowing any further words, he shoved the storage ring firmly into Caelan’s palm. "Child, don’t be so formal! If you refuse to accept it, do you believe I’ll just leave today?!"
Faced with Orlando’s threat, Caelan finally accepted the gift.
At the core, he had only intended to be polite, to show that he was obedient and thoughtful.
But it seed there was no need for such restraint.
"Thank you, maternal grandfather!" he said earnestly.
Orlando nodded in satisfaction. "Good child. I am your maternal grandfather, so you don’t need to be so cautious."
He continued, his tone warm but instructive, "Next, you will need to personally obtain the [Universal Gel] and the [Infinity Gem] by clearing instances. This will serve as valuable training for you, so your maternal grandfather hopes you can act on your own."
He added, "Of course, if you encounter any difficulty or trouble, you can always seek my help directly."
Caelan felt deeply moved by Orlando’s words.
Despite having a solid background and strong family support, he still wanted to improve his own skills through his own effort.
Currently, obtaining the [Universal Gel] should not pose too much of a challenge.
The [Infinity Gem], however, could bring unexpected obstacles.
After all, this would be Caelan’s first ti venturing into the [Void Frontier].
The [Void Frontier] operated under different rules than the world Caelan was familiar with.
Although it still used the awakeners’ ranking system, the rules here deliberately limited the benefits gained from high awakener levels.
Combat relied more heavily on skillful techniques and class-specific abilities.
For Caelan, this system was actually advantageous.
His own combat experience, mastery of class skills, and strategic thinking were his greatest strengths.
Consequently, he decided not to rely on his family’s power for this journey.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Caelan finally departed from the Ironclad Legion headquarters.
He stopped at a beverage shop, ordering a glass of cola, and while sipping, he began examining the storage ring that his maternal grandfather had given him.
Curiosity surged through him.
He wondered what kind of treasure his maternal grandfather had provided this ti.
The mont he opened the storage ring, his eyes nearly went blind from the sight before him: a mountain of 100 golden coins, shimring and glinting with wealth.
Caelan’s heart thumped violently in his chest.
Could this be considered a billion-gold subsidy from his grandfathers?
For a rare mont, he felt like a true second-generation rich heir.
With two hundred billion gold coins now at his disposal, Caelan truly felt rich for the first ti.
This imnse fortune was more than enough for him to embark on a massive skill upgrade spree.
Even so, Caelan remained prudent and frugal. The cost of upgrading skills to level 99,999 was astronomical.
Early on, basic skills could be maxed with a few hundred million gold coins.
But awakening skills now required tens of billions of gold coins at a minimum.
Each upgrade felt like a robbery in itself.
Nonetheless, the sheer scale of his wealth gave him confidence and reassurance.
With careful planning, he would be able to enhance his abilities drastically, ensuring that when the ti ca, his sword and skills would be unmatched, ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.
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