Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 90
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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
The God of Blacksmiths’ Sword (1)
The God of Blacksmiths’ Sword (1)
A smile formed on Hyeon-su’s lips.
Subscriber ranking 19th place, 710,000 subscribers.
As far as Hyeon-su knew, Blacksmith Guilds that reached this level of ranking had monthly average sales of around 1 billion won.
And those within the top 10 made over 2 billion. Those within the top 3 reached around 4 billion.
Since this was based on monthly sales, converting it to annual figures would be tremendous.
In other words, Hyeon’s Forge could now definitely earn over 2 billion won annually just by taking regular commissions.
‘How many does Black Anvil have?’
Hyeon-su suddenly became curious about the ranking of Black Anvil, Korea’s number 1 Blacksmith Guild.
[Black Anvil subscribers: 3,303,001.]
[Currently ranked 1st in Korea subscriber rankings.]
It was at such a high level that it had a 1.5 million difference compared to 2nd place, and this ranking hadn’t changed once in the past 3 years.
Hyeon-su was able to find a note sent by Rowan.
[Hello, Hyeon. This is Rowan. Congratulations on crafting two legendary artifacts. I’m sending this note to make my final recruitment offer.]
Final recruitment offer.
Those were meaningful words.
[I promise you 50% of my income for one year and will give you the Vice Guild Master position.]
This was beyond exceptional – it was shocking.
As far as Hyeon-su knew, Rowan’s annual income exceeded 10 billion won.
At this moment, Hyeon-su realized one fact.
Even hearing that amount, he didn’t feel like going crazy with joy.
[If you still won’t come, then you must have other goals, Hyeon.]
The moment he checked the rankings today, Hyeon-su set a new goal.
[Hyeon, please come to where I am. I’ll be waiting. And if the day comes when 1st place changes, would you make me an offer?]
Hyeon-su doubted his eyes when he saw those words.
[Are you asking if I have no intention of coming for the Vice Guild Master position?]
Right now, Rowan was in the position of power making the offer. No matter how well Hyeon was doing lately, he couldn’t compare to him.
But if such a day came, he was giving room to absorb Black Anvil.
Hyeon-su made a puzzled expression.
‘Why would he go this far?’
He learned the reason from his note.
[Because that would be the only way to capture the world ranking 1st place from this small country. I’ll wait whether it takes 3 years, 5 years, or 10 years for you to reach this point, Hyeon. But whenever it becomes too difficult, please come to our Black Anvil.]
Rowan was a wise Guild Master.
He was gently saying to come join them if Hyeon couldn’t surpass Black Anvil, the 1st place guild.
‘That’s fortunate.’
Hyeon-su smiled slightly. Some of the top-tier forges would start trying to check Hyeon’s growth.
But Black Anvil had decided to take a watching stance.
What seemed clever about Rowan was that he saw Hyeon’s potential and opened the possibility of being an ally rather than an enemy.
Hyeon-su smiled.
‘3 years? 5 years? It won’t take that long.’
1 year.
Yes, within 1 year, Hyeon-su decided to make Hyeon’s Forge the number 1 subscriber guild in Korea.
Just then, Nel spoke in the guild chat.
[Nel: Seeing that the 1 is gone, I guess you had a good visit with Father? I received contact about the AJ Internet Broadcasting Station sponsorship money. Total sponsorship is 38 million, and AJ Internet Broadcasting Station said they’ll pay 10 million won as appearance fee.]
[Resell: I wasn’t supposed to get paid for appearing… ㄷㄷ]
[Nel: They said please continue to work well with the Guild Master.]
[Risel: Oh…]
[Bark: Congratulations.]
48 million won.
Of course, this was also all planned to be used for hospital expenses.
“I’ll come again.”
Hyeon-su gave his father a small smile and went outside.
Even on the way home, the group chat continued to be active.
[Nel: Subscriber count will steadily rise when the recorded footage is released. I think we might settle into 16th place. For now, you could focus on the Guild Master’s personal growth or crafting.]
Hyeon-su was still only a level 120 blacksmith.
No matter how excellent the guild became or how high the subscriber count rose, Hyeon-su’s personal level couldn’t be too low.
Also, each class had job quests, and it was good to steadily complete these job quests.
Completing job quests would give rewards suitable for that profession.
Before he knew it, Hyeon-su was standing in front of his capsule.
[Connecting to Ares.]
Hyeon-su appeared at his base, the Blacksmith Shop, and smiled bitterly at the desolate forge once again today.
Fer was currently working hard to stabilize the Balas territory, so he would return after some more time passed.
‘Should I try my first job quest?’
[Job Quest: You can proceed with The Sword Left by the God of Blacksmiths.]
This was one of the contents that appeared in the notification.
When Hyeon-su first changed jobs to God of Blacksmiths, he had obtained a sword.
This was presumed to be a job quest artifact, and everything about it was marked as ???.
Hyeon-su examined the job quest.
[Job Quest: The Sword Left by the God of Blacksmithing]
Grade: A
Restriction: Descendant of the God of Blacksmithing, Level 100~130
Reward: ???
Failure Penalty: Loss of qualification as Descendant of the God of Blacksmithing.
Description: You can receive an explanation when you meet Daeng, the Tower Master of the Sword Blacksmith’s Tower.
‘What kind of penalty is this brutal?’
Upon failure, he would lose his status as the Descendant of the God of Blacksmithing.
This also meant that all the skills Hyeon-su possessed, such as Divine Custom Crafting, Divine Custom Repair, and Emergency Crafting, would disappear.
Also, since the level restriction was up to 130, he would automatically lose his qualification if he exceeded that level.
‘It’s been a while since I went to the Blacksmith’s Tower.’
Before departing, Hyeon-su sent a hawk to Daeng, the Sword Tower Master, to inform him that he was coming.
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The top floor of the Sword Blacksmith’s Tower.
A messenger of the God of Blacksmithing had visited.
Divine messengers were those who conveyed the words of gods.
They could be mere priests or worshippers who were chosen, or those who had previously received revelations from the God of Blacksmithing and were waiting.
Divine messenger Balam.
His family had served the God of Blacksmithing for a long time.
Balam wasn’t anyone special. He was just one person who conveyed the god’s words and carried on the god’s will.
He spoke in a firm voice.
“The descendant may lose his qualification.”
The faces of those in the Blacksmith’s Tower showed mixed emotions.
The faces of Daeng, the Sword Tower Master, and Colson, the Bow Tower Master, turned pale, while the other tower masters brightened.
Daeng, the Sword Tower Master, hoped for the god’s myth to be fulfilled, so he wished that Hyeon-su would someday lead them.
Also, in Colson’s case, he had initially denied the God of Blacksmithing but became fascinated with Hyeon-su after their blacksmithing competition.
Conversely, the other tower masters were still terrified of having their positions threatened.
Of course, this didn’t mean they would simply strip away his qualification.
“The sword left by the God of Blacksmithing served to measure what he had accomplished while growing after his job change. The moment his recognition falls below 40%, he will lose that position.”
Daeng couldn’t understand him.
“How can the god so easily cast aside one who is called his own descendant?”
Divine messenger Balam looked down at himself with a bitter expression. His priest robes were worn to the extreme and had turned yellow with the passage of time.
He wondered whether he was a priest or a beggar.
“My current appearance is the reason.”
Daeng showed a pitiful expression.
“There are countless divine temples in the world, and the followers of the Church of Ares number in the hundreds of millions.”
The Church of Ares.
The greatest god, Ares.
Ares was a supercomputer, but in this game, he was actually set as the greatest god.
“Other temples besides the Church of Ares are smaller in scale, but they still exceed tens of millions of followers.”
Balam looked at Colson and Daeng with a bitter smile.
“And those who follow the God of Blacksmithing…”
Balam looked at Colson, then at Daeng. Then he pointed to himself.
“We three might be the end.”
Divine messenger Balam was exhausted.
“Now, in this generation, I too want to stop serving the God of Blacksmithing. Because I’m too hungry and it’s too hard.”
Only when there are many followers can those who follow that god also be well-fed.
“Why did this happen?”
“The God of Blacksmithing symbolizes both martial prowess and blacksmithing technique simultaneously. Rather, this became poison.”
“That became poison?”
Daeng was always happy when he heard the myths.
The God of Blacksmithing was said to craft amazing weapons and possess outstanding power.
How wonderful was that?
“If Lord Daeng were a follower seeking strong power, would you serve the God of Swords or the God of Blacksmithing?”
He would serve the God of Swords.
Because a god with one specialty would have stronger power in that area than a god with two.
“The god knows this fact too. The god in the lowest position knows that the conditions for inheriting him are too difficult and it’s hard to make people worship him. That’s why the god is now prepared to boldly abandon his descendant.”
“Then what kind of achievement must he accomplish for the god to acknowledge him?”
“Divine recognition represents various things. The amount of martial power he has accumulated since his job change. The power of all the weapons he has crafted so far. He would need to craft at least an artifact closest to legend.”
“…You have hope for an impossible task.”
Daeng and Colson couldn’t help but let out hollow laughs.
“Messenger, how can you tell someone who has just barely learned to walk to accomplish such an absurd achievement?”
Level was the most important factor for Outsiders.
Applying what the god was now claiming to NPCs would be like telling a 9-year-old to craft a weapon closest to legend.
Just then.
“…Lord Hyeon-su has arrived.”
One of the tower staff appeared, bringing Hyeon-su with them.
Balam also understood the god’s will.
‘He judges that having nothing is better than maintaining a shabby temple and raising a descendant.’
For over a thousand years, sadly, the God of Blacksmithing had fallen behind compared to other gods.
The god wanted a descendant who would surpass and go beyond him.
Though the conditions were too demanding, he understood that heart a hundred and a thousand times over.
He spoke respectfully to the descendant who had appeared.
“Descendant, that sword is imbued with all your achievements since your job change. Each time you swing it, it will reveal those achievements.”
“What does it mean for achievements to be revealed?”
“Think of the memorable characteristics that were imbued in the artifacts you crafted, and speak of the achievements you have accumulated on your journey, saying ‘One. I did something,’ and continue one by one.”
“Does this mean the skills imbued in what I crafted will manifest?”
“Yes, that power will manifest. But do not worry. It is merely the power of a mirage, so even if you swing it, it cannot harm anyone.”
Hyeon-su, the god’s descendant, nodded and slowly drew the sword back.
Then he swung it with all his might.
“One…”
The moment he spoke his first achievement, Daeng and Colson’s eyes widened.
“One…”
The moment he spoke his second achievement, Rek, the Shield Blacksmith’s Tower Master who had denied the god, let out a cry of shock.
“One…”
The moment he spoke another one, Balam, who no longer believed in the vain myths of the God of Blacksmithing and had tried to deny him, fell to one knee.
“One.”
With another continuation, Balam finally realized that the true god had come.
“One.”
As the words left his lips, Balam, who had been enchanted by him, suddenly came to his senses.
One space on the right was completely frozen.
On the left, a ferocious dragon was breathing and staring at him.
In one area, what seemed to be the most sacred bell in the world was spreading fierce bell sounds.
Claaaaaang-
In another area, a bow drew itself and struck a monster, slamming it into the ground.
And before he knew it, Balam found himself pressing his forehead to the ground, bowing in reverence to The Man called Hyeon-su.
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