The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 28

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 28

 

 

 

The day promised to deliver the famous sword was approaching.

He had to complete the sword quickly before then.

As he was about to go outside again, he saw Jeok Wigang who had already taken position and was gazing at the flames of the forge.

That appearance looked like a master craftsman who had worked in a blacksmith shop for a long time.

Jeok Wigang, who had been gazing at the flames, took out the dagger, separated the handle part, and put it into the blue fire.

The dagger began to glow red-hot.

Mok Gwang was amazed at how he moved the tongs freely like his own hands, adjusting them so the heat would be evenly distributed.

 

“He’s adjusting the heat to be evenly distributed.”

“That’s no ordinary skill, is it? Where could he have learned something like that?”

“That’s not skill learned in a day or two. Well, that’s why he was confident enough to show off his abilities.”

“It seems like he’s seriously working on the dagger?”

“It’s an act. Because his performance is so perfect, he’s been able to deceive people all this time. Who among the people would know whether that’s perfect or not?”

 

Mok Gwang still refused to acknowledge Jeok Wigang.

A moment later.

Jeok Wigang took out the red-hot dagger and examined it from various angles.

Overall it had heated evenly, but there were spot-like impurities here and there.

Mok Gwang was amazed again seeing the condition of the dagger.

 

“As expected of Mugi Myeonggong’s dagger. How can it be so clean.”

“There are almost no impurities. What method could have been used to make it?”

“Even though it’s so perfect, he calls it a famous sword. I can’t understand it.”

“But what exactly doesn’t that Young Master like about that dagger? There doesn’t seem to be anywhere else to work on it.”

“Didn’t I tell you? Since it’s perfect, he just needs to pretend to hammer it roughly. Now watch. He’ll just pretend to hammer it. Since it’s a dagger made from Mystical Steel Stone, gentle tapping won’t deform it.”

“He’s not picking up the hammer and just keeps staring at it?”

“Hmph. He’s probably worried about getting caught since we’re watching.”

“Then let’s leave quickly.”

“Right. I can’t bear to watch that famous sword suffer any longer.”

“I feel the same way. Let’s go do our work.”

“Let’s do that.”

 

After the Mok family father and son left.

 

“I need to concentrate now, so everyone get out and don’t let anyone enter this place.”

“Understood.”

 

Taecheon and Milyeong went outside, and only Chu Sohwan looked at his dagger with an anxious expression before reluctantly moving his feet.

Only after everyone had left did Jeok Wigang begin the reforging.

The reason for sending people out was partly to concentrate, but also because the reforging method was beyond imagination.

For Chu Sohwan’s mental health, it was right to send him out.

 

Ttaang-.

 

A clear and beautiful sound echoed through the blacksmith shop.

At that moment, the attention of the people outside was drawn to the forge where Jeok Wigang had entered.

“What, what’s that? Such a clear sound?”

“Maybe it makes that sound because it’s such a famous sword?”

“No. This is… he’s really feeling the grain of the metal properly and striking it. Without that, such a clear sound wouldn’t come out.”

“It even sounds like he’s striking incredibly hard.”

 

At the words about striking incredibly hard, Chu Sohwan’s face turned ashen, and he soon squeezed his eyes shut.

The Mok family father and son were curious.

Just how was he reforging to make such sounds?

When they tried to go back in, Taecheon blocked their way.

 

“I’m sorry. Young Master said not to let anyone in. You may be the owner of the blacksmith shop, but while we’ve rented it, we’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere.”

“Hmm. I understand.”

“I apologize. If Young Master causes any damage to the blacksmith shop, we’ll compensate for everything.”

“No. The sound was so clear and beautiful that I was curious about how he was reforging.”

 

Taecheon nodded at Mok Gwang’s words.

Even he, who was an outsider to this work, had almost looked in because the sound was so clear.

How interesting must it be for those who work in this field?

 

“I understand. Even I, who has no knowledge of reforging, became interested enough to want to look in, so how curious must you two be? I’ll ask Young Master later and let you know how he did it.”

“If you do that, we’ll wait.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

 

While Taecheon was handling things outside, inside the blacksmith shop, Jeok Wigang flicked the surface of the red-hot dagger with his finger with careful eyes.

 

Ttaang-.

 

If the Mok family father and son knew he was forging the sword surface with his finger instead of a hammer, they would faint.

It was truly an unbelievable sight.

He had only flicked the sword surface with his finger, yet it made the sound of hammering.

 

Ttaang- Ttang-.

 

Jeok Wigang examined the dagger from various angles while tapping minute parts with his finger.

Since controlling force was much easier than hammering and he could strike more precisely, he could handle even the smallest flaws.

After tapping for a while, he began examining it from various angles again.

After looking at it for a while, he smiled with satisfaction and dipped the dagger in water.

 

Chiiiiik-.

 

Steam rose as the dagger cooled.

He took it out and began polishing it.

 

Sseussak- Sseussak-.

 

Slowly at first.

Then gradually the speed began to pick up.

How much time had passed like that?

The dagger was reborn in a more gleaming form than when it was first taken out.

It was shining brightly enough to clearly reflect one’s face.

Jeok Wigang carefully placed the dagger on the cloth and closed his eyes.

Unknown words continuously flowed from his mouth.

Then a mysterious pattern appeared above Jeok Wigang’s palm, glowing with light.

When Jeok Wigang opened his eyes and carefully brought the pattern to the sword surface.

 

Sizzle-.

 

Sparks flew as the pattern began to be engraved on the sword surface.

Soon, with tremendous light, the dagger rose into the air.

The light from the pattern soon covered the dagger and transformed its color to a bluish hue.

 

Thud-.

 

Jeok Wigang picked up the dagger that fell back onto the cloth as the light disappeared and examined it from all angles.

He smiled with satisfaction.

 

“It’s done. Now this dagger is twice as sharp as before, lighter, and more durable. If you infuse internal power into this dagger, it will be strengthened by twice as much, and it will reject anyone who is not its owner.”

 

To be recognized as the owner, one just needs to infuse their energy into it.

Then it will develop spirituality and recognize its owner from that point on.

Anyone who is not the owner will be rejected with powerful lightning.

 

“Huh? When did the time become like this?”

 

Through the blacksmith shop window, the darkened scenery came into view.

It seemed like he had only worked on it briefly, but time had passed by quickly.

When he took the dagger and went outside, people had gathered.

The first person to run to Jeok Wigang upon seeing him was Chu Sohwan, the owner of the dagger.

Jeok Wigang smiled and handed the dagger to Chu Sohwan.

 

“Check it out.”

“Th, thank you.”

 

Chu Sohwan examined the dagger from all angles as soon as he received it.

 

“This can’t be. It’s become lighter than before.”

“Be careful. The blade is sharper than before too.”

“It looks like it could cut just by looking at it.”

 

Chu Sohwan continuously examined the dagger with enchanted eyes.

 

“Huh? There’s a pattern here that wasn’t there before.”

“I put in some magical formula. If you infuse internal power into the dagger, it will recognize you as its owner from then on and will emit lightning if anyone else touches it.”

“Is, is that really true? Wasn’t that kind of thing only possible with divine swords?”

“That’s a divine sword now.”

“This is?”

 

His hands trembled when told it was a divine sword.

It was a good sword before, but now it had become incomparably better.

 

“Thank you! Lord!”

 

Jeok Wigang smiled and said.

 

“Why? You were very anxious, weren’t you?”

“Th, that is…”

“It’s fine. I would have been anxious too.”

 

Then he looked at Taecheon and Milyeong and said.

 

“How about it? Do you have some faith now?”

 

The two people nodded their heads vigorously.

 

“Say it even now. If you say it’s not needed, I’ll stop.”

“N, no! We need it!”

“We definitely want to request it!”

 

The two people’s eyes were blazing.

 

“Alright. Alright.”

 

He smiled and took the two people’s swords and went back into the blacksmith shop.

Meanwhile, Mok Gwang and Mok Cheol, father and son who had come outside hearing the commotion, approached Chu Sohwan.

 

“How did the sword turn out? I was so curious that I couldn’t work and was waiting.”

“Is that so? I wondered why no sound could be heard. Look here. It’s become more perfect.”

“May I touch it once?”

“Please do.”

 

Chu Sohwan smiled and proudly held out the dagger.

Mok Gwang’s body trembled as he looked at the sword in his hands.

It was truly perfect.

He could tell by touching it again.

It was definitely different from before Jeok Wigang polished it.

It really had been subtly unbalanced.

 

“I can’t believe it. It’s perfect.”

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve seen such a perfect dagger.”

 

The two people continuously admired and stroked the dagger.

 

“The blade is perfect too. It couldn’t be any sharper than this.”

“That’s right. The blade energy is so strong that it seems like it would cut just by bringing your hand close to it.”

“Amazing. Amazing.”

“Look here. Something is engraved.”

“Hmm. It looks like a magical formula. I know because there are occasional requests to engrave magical formulas on swords.”

 

It seemed he didn’t know what kind of influence the magical formula had.

Mok Gwang looked for Jeok Wigang with an admiring expression.

 

“Where is Young Master Jeok?”

“He went back inside with our swords. It will probably take a bit more time.”

 

Mok Gwang looked disappointed at Taecheon’s words.

 

“I see. Hehe.”

“Do you have something to say to the Young Master?”

“I want to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“That’s right. I thought he was simply a rich family’s young master throwing a tantrum and showing off uselessly in front of his subordinates. Simply because he was young, I failed to recognize that he was such an outstanding master craftsman, so I must apologize.”

 

At Mok Gwang’s words, Taecheon smiled pleasantly and said.

 

“I understand. I’ll tell him when the Young Master comes out.”

“Please make sure to tell him.”

“Yes.”

 

The Mok Family Father and Son earnestly requested this and went back inside to work.

 

 

 

The next morning.

Jeok Wigang came outside carrying Taecheon and Milyeong’s swords.

The two people were dazed seeing the gleaming swords like Chu Sohwan’s dagger.

Then they came to their senses and bowed their heads.

 

“Thank you! Young Master!”

“Thank you! Lord!”

“Do you like them?”

“Yes! We like them very much!”

 

At the commotion, the father and son Mok Gwang and Mok Cheol came out.

Their gazes were fixed on Taecheon and Milyeong’s swords.

 

“Wow, they’re perfect.”

“They’re perfect even just looking from afar.”

 

The two people who examined the swords ran to Jeok Wigang and bowed their heads.

 

“We’re sorry about yesterday.”

 

Jeok Wigang looked at Taecheon, wondering what this was about.

 

“Ah! The two of them said they were sorry for seeing you as an immature rich family’s young master yesterday.”

 

Jeok Wigang chuckled.

 

“You could think that way. It’s fine.”

“If you ever want to use our blacksmith shop in the future, please use it anytime. I won’t charge you.”

“Father…”

“You fool! When someone with such tremendous skill has done reforging at our blacksmith shop, you should consider it an honor. How can you talk about receiving payment?”

“B-but still…”

 

Seeing Mok Cheol looking troubled, Jeok Wigang smiled and said.

 

“A promise is a promise, so we should settle accounts properly.”

 

With that, he threw a pouch to Mok Cheol.

 

“It took longer than expected, so I put in a bit more.”

“N-no! Just giving us the money you originally agreed to is fine.”

“No. I really used it well. If there’s another opportunity next time, I’ll ask for your help again.”

“It’s an honor for us.”

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