Blacksmithing Is Child’s Play for a Dark Mage - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
“Contractor. What exactly are you doing?”
As Tay sat before the anvil, the imp regarded him with undisguised disdain.
Tay offered the creature a rotting smile and spoke.
“I’ll teach you one of the secrets I’ve been hiding. In exchange… teach me a moderately expensive dark magic technique. What do you say?”
A negotiation.
“You’re trying to learn dark magic in exchange for some trivial secret? That won’t do.”
The imp answered as though the proposal were beneath consideration.
“Not a trivial truth at all. It’s an extraordinary secret. And another thing—last time I told you I could steal and master dark magic, you didn’t believe me, remember?”
That was true.
Glashalavolias had scoffed at the notion that Tay could steal dark magic, yet Tay had done precisely that.
The shock of it had been considerable.
At that cutting remark, the imp’s eyes narrowed.
“Bah! That was because I didn’t fully understand your bloodline ability then. Are you saying your secret is something equally astonishing?”
“Exactly.”
“Very well. If you truly astound me, I shall teach you a powerful dark magic technique.”
“One that humans can use.”
“Yes. One that humans can use.”
“Good. Then I’ll tell you. I’m a blacksmith. More precisely, I possess the ability to create things.”
At Tay’s words, the imp Glashalavolias let out a snort.
“Hardly astonishing, I must say.”
“You won’t say that after you see this.”
Skill activation. Mad-Touched Crafting.
Skills activate without need for spoken words—mere thought suffices.
Clear intent is what triggers them.
Hammer in hand, with scrap metal gathered and placed upon the anvil, Tay activated the skill and a message appeared.
-Please envision the item you wish to craft.
-Accumulated Madness will be consumed.
‘Let’s see. What I need right now is… the Babbling Mouth, perhaps.’
Tay recalled his previous life. The Mad Tinker. A crafter with considerable power across many disciplines.
A Hunter. An Awakened One. Or a System user.
So they called the ability users of Earth.
A power so formidable that even Celestials and divine beings had failed to trace its origins—the System.
Those humans who obtained it fought against the world’s annihilation.
In Korea, ability users were primarily called Hunters, so it became known generally as the Hunter System.
Among Crafting-Class Hunters, Tay had lived with the profession of Mad Tinker, bearing many abilities.
The strangest and most powerful was the ability to create whatever he imagined.
Even if the creation was absurd or utterly ridiculous. He could make it.
Though it came with considerable constraints.
Still, other Hunters made excellent use of his creations.
‘Now that I’m actually making something, I can only hope. Please. Let something good come out. Then… here goes!’
Based on his previous life’s experience, Tay imagined.
The bestselling equipment he’d sold in great quantity to wizard-class Hunters in his past.
The Babbling Mouth.
-The creation of the Babbling Mouth is confirmed.
-Sufficient materials exist in the vicinity.
-Madness blesses you.
-Masterwork creation!
Brilliant light flashed.
Before Tay, a peculiar object materialized.
It resembled something common to Earth.
A desk lamp, or a reading light as it might be called.
Yet.
What hung from its end was no ordinary bulb, but something decidedly strange.
It was divided into seven segments and emitted light.
But upon closer inspection, it possessed jointed segments that could move with a grasping sensation, as though capable of holding objects.
It resembled seven elongated robotic fingers joined together.
The Babbling Mouth.
Quality: Supreme
Grade: Magical.
An auxiliary artifact for mages who wield an Ego-Item with consciousness—the Babbling Mouth.
By casting the same spell the user is casting simultaneously, it allows for the activation of an additional spell.
The mana cost for the additional spell is borne by the user.
Crafted through exceptional success, it boasts the highest quality, and additional functions have been granted accordingly.
Function: Cheerful Conversation
Function: Spell Activation +1
Function: Prey Consumption
‘Prey consumption? No. When did this get added?’
And then.
The imp Glashalavolias, witnessing it from beside him, was astounded.
“This… this is Divine Authority, is it not!”
His usually composed eyes went wide, his entire being seeming to drain away.
To shock this unflappable butler—there was a certain skill in that, if you could call it a skill.
“Does it look that way?”
Tay smiled with casual nonchalance.
Ah, how satisfying—he truly is astonished! Of course he is!
You’ve never seen anything like this before, have you?
“Divine… Divine Authority? The Authority of Crafting!? But how!? Master, you possess not a shred of Divinity, do you!”
“Of course not. But what if a divine being granted me such power?”
“Even so, there would be traces. A Chosen one blessed by the gods would bear the Divine Pressure befitting such status. Yet you, Master…”
“There are those who can receive power from divine beings without any pressure or mark at all.”
“Such a thing…”
Indifferent to the imp’s alarm, Tay smiled and reached toward what he had created.
He lifted it and fastened it with a click onto his shoulder.
And then.
It moved.
“Hooray! A miraculous day begins! For me to witness two people quarreling the moment I draw breath—is this not itself a miracle! What joy, what delight to start anew!”
Seven lights. Fingers mechanical in their precision. Or perhaps what might be called a mouth. They chattered.
The voice rang out in an exceptionally high-spirited tone.
The voice was cheerful and beautiful, and possessed a youthful quality.
Neither distinctly masculine nor feminine—one might say the voice was indeterminate. Though of course, applying gender to such a tool was meaningless.
“Thank you for bringing me into being, Master! This servant shall devote all to your service!”
“What… what on earth is this? It doesn’t even resemble a familiar.”
“Oh! You must be Glashalavolias, the demon contracted with my Master! Pleased to make your acquaintance! As for myself, I am known as the Babbling Mouth, an Ego-Item if you will! To explain my function, I enable double casting, you see. That’s right! Quite u-seful, wouldn’t you say!”
“Hm~ not bad at all. Since I’ve gotten a cheerful type… I suppose I should count my blessings…”
Tay felt genuinely fortunate.
Because.
One of the constraints of being a Mad Tinker.
One can never know what defects might arise in the things one creates!
With the Babbling Mouth, the question of what kind of personality would be imparted was impossible to predict beforehand—and that was its greatest weakness.
Apart from the fact that the cheerful type talks incessantly, making it torturous for introverted mages, it wasn’t terribly flawed.
Some of them try to kill their own master, after all.
The real problem was.
These Babbling Mouths created by a Mad Tinker cannot be remade.
Only one item per person can be crafted and given.
“Precisely! Cheer is simply another face of joy! That is what I am, Master! I am moved to tears that you should favor me so!”
It continued its endless chatter. The imp butler, observing this, quietly edged sideways away from it.
One’s very life force seemed to drain away!
“First things first. Let me give you a name. From now on, you are Dialogue.”
Dialogue—a Greek word meaning conversation.
Wasn’t that a perfect name for this creature?
“Such a stirring name to possess! Though I confess I have no heart to be stirred! Ahahaha! Splendid! I am Dialogue! I shall function as the Babbling Mouth in service to you forever more, Master! I look forward to our time together!”
“Yes, yes. I look forward to it as well.”
Even as he answered.
The imp butler drew near to observe this peculiar creation.
“I have never in my life witnessed such Divine Authority. Which god could possibly grant such power…”
“I don’t know either. Since I received it, I simply use it.”
“But how did it come to possess consciousness?”
“Don’t ask. I don’t know that either.”
Tay shrugged his shoulders.
“Ha-ha! You’re quite the curious one, aren’t you, Glashalavolias? If you’d like to know more about me, just ask! I’ll answer everything! Ah, you’re wondering how I came to have consciousness? From the very moment my creator brought me into being, I was born from a combination of the knowledge hidden deep within my creator’s unconscious mind. Isn’t that extraordinary? A touch of Madness. And a bit of imagination — and something like me is bound to emerge! And so…….”
Tay let the chatty words of his new companion and tool go in one ear and out the other.
With this, his overall power had increased by fifty percent.
The Babbling Mouth was a tool that let Tay cast one additional spell instantly.
In other words, it was one plus one.
Even with just Clinging Flame, if he could throw two at once, the destructive force would be terrifying.
To escape these Ancient Sewers, tools like this were absolutely essential.
‘With the Madness I have left…… I might be able to craft one more thing. But what should I make to help us get out of here…… I need to think about this…….’
While he was turning this over in his mind,
a loud sound erupted.
Boom!
A tremor. Then a deafening blast. And on top of that,
“Kyaaaaa!”
a faint monster’s shriek echoed through.
And soon another sound followed.
-Harak Pium Hrat. Harak Pium Hrat. Miganium Dapi Hashumane.
A mechanical voice.
And a language he’d never heard before.
“What is that?”
“Great Purification in progress. Great Purification in progress. Civilians are requested to evacuate. That’s what it’s saying.”
“Ah. You know this language?”
“It’s one of the ancient languages. For a butler like myself, understanding it is second nature.”
“How impressive, Glashalavolias! Indeed, you truly are the very image of an excellent butler! This Dialogue might have to learn from you!”
“Hmm. So you recognize my superiority. Not bad for a creation. Or rather, let me address you as Dialogue.”
“Ha-ha! Whatever suits you!”
‘No, wait. Why are you puffing yourself up over being praised by Dialogue? Does the great demon lord of your household not give you compliments?’
Tay muttered this to himself.
But for now, that wasn’t the priority.
He needed to move and investigate what was causing those sounds.
The Dark Mage Blacksmith Is Too Easy
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