The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 155

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Chapter 155
Chapter 155
“You’ve finally arrived, Mir.”
As I entered the Smithy, I spotted the Grand Elder and several other dwarves.
All of them possessed forearms as thick and solid as steel, and the aura emanating from them felt distinctly different from ordinary dwarves.
That’s right.
These were none other than.
“Allow me to introduce you. The finest blacksmiths in Moeldum.”
“I’m Torbin. So you’re Mir. I’ve only just now seen your face—I was dozing away, swinging my hammer in the rear.”
“I’m Drogan! We saw each other once during the festival, remember? Ha ha ha!”
“My name is Rundar. But more importantly, where’s the leather? I’m eager to see the Evil God’s hide.”
The blacksmiths of Moeldum.
The title “blacksmith” was an artisan’s honorific reserved for those of exceptional skill among master craftsmen.
For someone to earn the blacksmith title in Moeldum, a realm inhabited solely by dwarves, their mastery must be beyond imagination.
And furthermore.
“Grand Elder, surely you shouldn’t introduce yourself so modestly? Moeldum’s greatest blacksmith is standing right here.”
“I’m merely a retired old man.”
“Ha ha, retired or not, there won’t be a single blacksmith to surpass you in the next several decades!”
The Grand Elder—the most powerful figure in the Elder Council.
He was said to be Moeldum’s most exceptional blacksmith.
Such a figure not only lent me the Smithy but was personally stepping forward to assist with my work.
‘This is perfect for me.’
I’d originally planned to craft it alone.
But with the aid of these dwarven artisans, I could create something far superior.
“Could we see the leather soon?”
“I’m looking forward to this. Quality leather materials are rare to come by in Moeldum.”
“And Evil God leather at that. Evil Gods are tiresome, but as materials? That’s a different story entirely!”
“Our ancestors supposedly handled materials imbued with divine essence with ease. But we’ve been so limited in what we could obtain….”
“Show us at once!”
The moment I entered, they all clamored for the leather like starving men.
Even the Grand Elder was clearing his throat in anticipation, so I didn’t waste time and immediately produced the hide.
[ Red Beast God’s Lion Hide ]
“Ohhh!”
“So this is the Evil God’s hide!”
“Magnificent.”
“Just looking at it, I can tell. It contains power incomparably greater than any material we’ve ever worked with.”
“At last, I too can work with materials imbued with divine essence—something that only appears in our ancestors’ records.”
The dwarves gasped in admiration upon seeing the leather.
Well, dwarves were the sort of race whose eyes would light up at the sight of fine materials, immediately reaching for their hammers.
Confined to Moeldum and accustomed to working with limited materials, standing before a mythic-grade material was naturally cause for wonder.
“This material is already excellent armor in its own right.”
“That means if we process it properly, we could create armor beyond imagination!”
“Hahaha, just thinking about it fills me with anticipation!”
“First, we should start with tanning, shouldn’t we?”
The dwarves were excitedly debating how to work with the hide.
“Wait. Everyone, stop for a moment.”
“Grand Elder?”
The Grand Elder held them back and turned to address me.
“Mir. What sort of equipment would you like to create with this?”
“Ah, I see. We forgot to ask the most important question.”
“I’m curious to know what you intend to craft from such magnificent material!”
The equipment I wanted to create.
In truth, I had given this considerable thought before arriving here.
Since it was leather, creating armor would be most suitable rather than unusual weapons like leather whips.
However, my warehouse was already brimming with mythic-grade equipment, so there seemed little need to craft my own.
If I was going to sell it anyway, I thought it would be better to create equipment that people could commonly wear and put it up for auction.
And so my final request was this.
“Would it be possible to create an overlay piece of equipment without level restrictions? Or perhaps growth-type equipment?”
That was it.
Selling it would be fine, but if possible, I wanted to wear it myself.
I wanted to create an overlay piece that I could use indefinitely without being constrained by level requirements, and that wouldn’t overlap with my other equipment.
Something like the ‘Secret Mantle’ I’m currently wearing.
“Overlay equipment?”
The dwarves tilted their heads in confusion.
Seeing their expressions, I realized I had spoken too much in game terms and hastily corrected myself.
“I mean equipment that I can wear regardless of how much stronger I become, and that can be equipped separately from existing gear, like this ‘Secret Mantle.'”
“Hmm, that’s quite a demanding request.”
“Growth-type equipment, we know of that—gear that grows alongside its owner. We’ve never crafted one ourselves, but we understand the concept through our ancestors’ knowledge.”
“That part we could probably manage, but the concept of not overlapping with existing equipment is what makes this difficult.”
“Indeed, no matter what we make, it’s still equipment, and you’re asking us to make it not overlap with other gear. Hmm…”
The dwarves fell into contemplation.
In truth, even I recognized this was an unreasonable request.
Equipment without level restrictions that performed well or growth-type equipment that evolved with the character were extremely rare and uncommon items even in First.
It was already difficult just to request such items, let alone asking for overlay equipment.
Since the dwarves, being NPCs, found the very term “overlay equipment” unfamiliar, it would probably be difficult for them.
Well, I was aware of that much myself.
“If it’s not possible, I’ll have you create standard equipment instead.”
I didn’t insist.
It would be wonderful if they could manage it, but if not, I could simply put it up for auction as planned.
Even just putting it on the auction block would allow me to secure the substantial sum I was aiming for.
Perhaps with that money, I could even move to a new place right away.
“Ahem, let me discuss this for a moment.”
Centered around the Grand Elder, Moeldum’s finest blacksmiths huddled together, putting their heads together.
“If it’s an outer garment, couldn’t we just craft a cloak?”
“A cloak is equipment too. If we simply make it as a cloak, it won’t match the outer garment equipment that Mir desires.”
“Then what do you suggest? Should we create some kind of illusion and equip him with that?”
“Hmm? That’s actually not a bad idea?”
“What?”
“If we want it to maintain consistent excellent performance without being affected by Mir’s growth, we’d need to increase the wearer’s stats by a percentage basis.”
“That’s tricky. Everyone knows this, but that’s never an easy task.”
“If not that, we’d need to create growth-type equipment, but isn’t that even harder?”
“We’d need a medium, and since it’s the Evil God’s hide, if we use the Evil God as the medium….”
“Have you lost your mind? No matter how urgent, are you suggesting we awaken the Evil God to create growth-type equipment?”
“Ahem, my apologies.”
The knowledge each possessed.
Dwarf techniques passed down through generations of ancestors.
Items left by their forebears—treasures of Moeldum—came to mind as the discussion continued.
They grew angry, then melancholic, then their eyes sparkled with excitement.
It was truly a scene displaying the full spectrum of dwarven emotion.
Then.
Finally concluding their discussion, the dwarves approached me with determined expressions, nodding firmly.
“Mir, we shall now share our thoughts with you.”
And then came the answer.
To be honest, I hadn’t held great expectations.
It was a realm nearly impossible to achieve through crafting, so I’d planned to simply create adequate equipment and sell it at the Auction House if it didn’t work out.
But then.
“…It’s like this. What do you think? Mir, does it meet the conditions you envisioned?”
The solution the craftsmen produced after their long and extensive discussion was.
“Excellent.”
“Truly?”
“It appears to be perfect equipment that meets every specification I mentioned. However, is it truly possible to craft?”
“We’ll give it our all. On the honor of a blacksmith—no, on the honor of Moeldum itself, we’ll succeed. Don’t worry.”
“We’re not just boasting here! Objectively speaking, it’s entirely feasible!”
“If we combine all the secret techniques we possess.”
I was deeply impressed.
Not ordinary users, nor the blacksmiths of the Empire who frequently interacted with users.
I hadn’t expected that dwarves confined to Moeldum, having ceased their interactions, could conceive of and execute such ideas.
Truly, dwarves are dwarves.
The phrase “reputation befitting reality” came naturally to mind.
“Let us begin.”
“Excellent!”
“Let’s begin right away!”
The work commenced immediately.
As expected, it started with tanning.
The process involved extracting the fur and oils from the pelt and softening the leather.
Given the intricacy of the work, the Blacksmith from Moeldum—renowned throughout the region for his leather craftsmanship—had brought along tanning tools that had been passed down through his family for generations.
“Would it be acceptable if I attempted this myself?”
“Hmm? You know how to tan hides?”
“I possess the fundamentals.”
“Well, mere fundamentals won’t suffice, but having the master’s own hand in the work has its merits. If it becomes difficult, tell me at once. I’ll demonstrate a professional’s skill.”
I decided to take the lead here myself.
During my time in First, I had processed the hides of countless monsters, and while my skill level fell short of what the dwarves possessed, the correlation with my skill level meant I had developed considerable proficiency.
Most importantly.
“Luke.”
– Yes, Master.
“Bring out the finest one.”
I possessed an ‘item’ that could compensate for my inferior skill level compared to the dwarves.
The item Luke retrieved was a long blade.
Though calling it a blade was imprecise.
It was a tool with handles at both ends of a slightly curved blade, making it unsuitable for combat use.
The true identity of this implement was.
[ Ulr’s Leather Scraper ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Form : Tool
Grade : Mythic
Restriction : Level 1,000 or higher, Crafting Lv 100
Description : A tanning tool said to have been used by Ulr, the God of the Hunt also known as Thor’s stepson, to process hides after his hunts.
A tanning tool.
A Mythic-grade leather scraper, no less.
“W-what in the world is that! The aura it emanates is extraordinary! That is absolutely not something that could be crafted on this earthly plane!”
The dwarf who had brought the family heirloom tanning tool exclaimed in astonishment.
Indeed, as he said, this was not something created on the mortal realm.
An item forged by a god, an item once wielded by a god, or something crafted from divine essence itself.
That was precisely what a Mythic-grade item was.
In any case, having brought out a Mythic-grade item, I had to complete the work before it deactivated.
“I shall commence.”
I began the tanning process immediately.
Scritch-scritch-scritch!
The Red Beast God, the Red Lion.
Its coarse fur was cleanly stripped away.
The dwarves were startled by the sight.
“Just looking at it, the hide seemed incredibly difficult to work with?”
“The Evil God’s skin is coming off that easily?”
“Everyone! Hurry and gather it up! This is the Evil God’s fur! We can’t afford to lose even a single strand!”
“Oh my! We need to collect everything! If there’s leftover material, maybe I could get just one strand for myself, hehe….”
“Stop thinking about keeping some for yourself and hurry up gathering it!”
The Evil God’s fur.
The fur that had seemed as difficult to process as the Evil God was strong fell away far more easily than expected.
The moment all the fur that had thickly covered the hide came off.
Without me even having to ask, the dwarves on either side grabbed the hide and flipped it over.
With the fur completely removed, it was now time to scrape away the fat and other tissue clinging to the inside of the hide.
And once again.
Scritch, scritch, scritch!
Ulr’s hide scraper worked brilliantly.
It cleanly removed the fat and meat that had been intricately tangled as if one with the hide.
The dwarf watching the process.
The very dwarf who was most confident in hide working throughout Moeldum.
“Then I….”
With a hollow gaze, he set down the tanning tool passed down through his family for generations onto the table.
After that.
Whether fortunately or unfortunately, Ulr’s hide scraper deactivated and disappeared before the work was finished.
The dwarf eagerly picked up the tanning tool passed down through his family for generations and completed the tanning.

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