The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 360

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Chapter 360
Chapter 360
“Marquis Mir, greetings!”
“You’re the Imperial Forge Blacksmith?”
“Yes, that’s right! I’m honored to work with you!”
True to my promise with the Emperor, the Imperial Forge Blacksmith arrived at the appointed place right on time.
I’d assumed the Imperial Forge Blacksmith would be an elderly man with a full beard.
I was wrong.
He was far younger than I expected.
Apparently, he’d won the Empire’s premier Blacksmith Selection Tournament held a few years ago and joined the Imperial Forge.
There was supposedly an older senior blacksmith at the Imperial Forge, but he’d graciously stepped aside to give this opportunity to the next generation.
“It’s an honor to be working with you, Marquis Mir, the Empire’s hero and war hero!”
“You know of me?”
“If you don’t know Marquis Mir, you’re a spy! Especially among us commoners, Marquis Mir is nothing short of a legend!”
Somehow, he reminded me of Sidrin.
In any case, there was no need for lengthy conversation.
“Let’s depart immediately.”
“Yes! The Imperial Carriage is—”
“I’ve declined the Imperial Carriage. It would take too long.”
“Pardon? Then—”
I summoned a mount.
[ Horse Whistle – Greengolet ]
( Non-tradeable )
Type: Mount
Grade: Legendary
Restriction: Level 500 or higher
Description: A renowned steed known as the beloved horse of Gawain, a great knight of the sun renowned as a leader-class knight even among the Knights of the Round Table.
“Neigh!”
“Gasp! Where on earth did you get such a magnificent horse—”
Then.
“Get on.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s depart at once. Go, Greengolet.”
“Neigh!”
“Whoa!”
We galloped straight toward Moeldum.
As befitting a legendary mount with a level 500 restriction, Greengolet’s speed was extraordinary.
‘Come to think of it, I’ve ridden toward Moeldum with someone behind me before.’
The Dwarf who came from Moeldum.
I vividly remembered riding toward Moeldum with Brak.
Brak had ridden behind me and suffered terribly from motion sickness.
Fortunately, this Blacksmith here.
In other words….
“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself! My name is Tobin!”
Tobin appeared to have no susceptibility to motion sickness.
He was enjoying the swift pace, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he surveyed everything around us.
Well, if he was the Imperial Forge’s Blacksmith, he’d spent most of his life within those walls.
No wonder the outside world fascinated him so.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate for Tobin, who was delighting in the sights, Greengolet lived up to its legendary steed reputation and devoured the distance to Moeldum in what felt like moments.
Before long, we arrived at the place where Moeldum’s entrance existed.
The Torg Stone Field.
From here onward, riding would be difficult, so I’d planned to proceed on foot.
“Wow! This is the Torg Stone Field! Indeed, as befits an entrance to Moeldum, I can feel the Dwarf’s craftsmanship so vividly!”
“…Huh?”
The Torg Stone Field’s condition was strange.
It wasn’t the Stone Territory I remembered—one scattered with large and small boulders as obstacles, true to its name.
‘What is this?’
The Torg Stone Field was, how should I put it….
Like a meticulously manicured park.
No obstructive boulders existed; instead, smoothly carved stone was arranged neatly throughout.
Like any proper park, towering trees and beautiful flowers abounded—the problem being they were all made of stone.
The trees and flowers were entirely sculptures.
Following the well-maintained path, benches began to appear.
“Oh, Dwarves! This is my first time seeing a Dwarf in person!”
Dwarves were sitting upon them.
Leisurely, as if out for a stroll.
Even a pair of Dwarves who appeared to be a couple were holding hands in cheerful harmony.
I wondered what was happening.
One of them recognized me and shot up from his seat.
“Whoa!”
“Aren’t you Mir!”
“What? Mir?”
“It really is!”
“Mir’s here!”
They called out my name.
At the same moment, the Dwarves in the Torg Stone Field—or rather, the Torg Stone Park—swarmed toward me.
“Mir, how long has it been!”
“You said to visit often, but you haven’t shown your face since then! I was almost heartbroken!”
“…Why has this place changed so much?”
“Ah, the stone park? Well, the lockdown policy was lifted anyway, and the underground was suffocating, so we came up topside.”
“These rolling stones were getting on my nerves, so I started touching them one by one during my walks. Before I knew it, it turned into this. What do you think? Doesn’t it look rather impressive?”
A stone park.
Certainly, it was magnificent.
After all, the Dwarves had been confined underground for quite a long time due to their isolationist policies.
This stone park appeared to be the result of that frustration erupting upward.
“But who is the human beside you?”
“Ah, greetings! I am Tobin, the Imperial Forge’s Blacksmith of the Baltika Empire!”
“The Imperial Forge’s Blacksmith? Indeed, looking at your palms, you are certainly a blacksmith.”
“Your frame also looks quite serviceable.”
“To have such calluses despite your youth. You must have considerable passion.”
“Thank you so much!!”
Their attention soon turned to Tobin as well.
Tobin, as if meeting a great senior, seemed at a loss for what to do and bent his waist at a right angle to the Dwarves.
No, it looked like he was bending past a right angle.
I was worried his back might fold completely.
“But what brings you here?”
“It doesn’t seem like you came for no reason.”
“Is it related to the human beside you?”
The main topic followed.
While courtesy was important, I decided to be straightforward about my intentions.
“I came hoping to borrow the Smithy of Moeldum.”
“We can lend you the smithy readily enough, but I’ve heard the Imperial Forge is quite excellent as well?”
“Wait, so you came to borrow our smithy despite that….”
“Could it be!”
“Did you obtain another Mythic-grade material!”
The Dwarves recalled the ‘Red Beast God’s Lion Hide’ I had brought before.
And I pulled out the ‘Purple Mechanical God’s Iron Plate’ from my possession and answered.
“Yes.”
At that answer.
“Ooooooooo!”
“Come in at once!”
“Elder! Mir has brought another Mythic-grade material!”
“Clear the way! A Mythic-grade material is coming through!”
“I’m joining in this time!”
“What are you saying! I absolutely won’t give this up!”
“A Mythic-grade material! Yes, I knew you’d bring something like this again, Mir!”
“What are you doing! Let’s go!”
The Dwarves, excited, began guiding me into Moeldum.
* * *
Stone Territory.
I was worried about how to find the Entrance to Mueldum since the Stone Territory had changed so drastically.
Thanks to the Dwarves guiding me, I was able to locate the Entrance to Mueldum quickly.
However, the Entrance to Mueldum that I remembered was an old, worn-out iron gate connected to the ground.
It was also half-broken, requiring tremendous force just to open it.
“Hehe, isn’t it magnificent? Before, there wasn’t much reason for anyone to come up, so we left it as is. Since things turned out this way, we decided to rebuild it entirely.”
“We couldn’t just leave the surface gate of Mueldum in such a state, could we?”
“Wow! That’s amazing! I’ve heard that Dwarf craftsmanship is the finest in the world, and it’s really true!”
“Hehe, you have a good eye for a young human.”
But that was not the case now.
The gate I remembered was laid horizontally on the ground, but now it stood vertically above the surface.
Moreover, both sides of the iron gate were beautifully carved with patterns symbolizing the Dwarves.
As I opened the gate and entered, there were stairs and—
“Get on quickly! Time is of the essence!”
“Wow! Is this a Carriage of Mueldum? It’s amazing!”
A Carriage was waiting.
Moreover, it was a far more advanced passage that operated in both directions, not just one way.
“Waaaaah! It’s so fast!”
As soon as I boarded the Carriage, it began rolling at tremendous speed.
Even the passage itself was far better maintained than before.
As I descended and turned my head to look around, the completely transformed landscape of Mueldum came into view.
It seemed they had conducted expansion work—the space was much larger than before, and there were many more buildings.
But most notably—
‘Golems?’
The golems that the Dwarves rode caught my eye.
In the distance, combat golems created for battle stood in orderly formation.
It seemed they had further developed the golem-crafting technology used when defeating the Evil God.
As I admired this and continued descending—
“Isn’t that Mir!”
“How long has it been! Mir!”
“Hehe, good to see you.”
“Elder! This is not the time for pleasantries! Mir has brought Mythic-grade materials!”
“Mythic-grade?”
“Q-Quick! Prepare for smelting at once!”
“I shall open my Smithy. Prepare the flames immediately.”
“Yes, Elder!”
The Dwarves welcomed me warmly.
But then again, as one would expect from Dwarves—
The moment they heard the words “Mythic-grade materials,” the Elder and everyone else widened their eyes and guided me to the Smithy.
The Elder’s Smithy where I had previously crafted the “Shadow of the Silent Lord.”
As I stepped inside, I felt that intense heat once again after so long.
The heat emanating from the Elder’s Smithy was so intense that even I had to endure it with the aid of items, so I worried whether Tobin might not be able to withstand it.
“Phew! It’s incredibly hot!”
“Hoh. Human boy, you’ve got some mettle. Enduring this heat, no less.”
“Thanks to my father being a Blacksmith, I’ve been close to fire since childhood!”
He held up better than expected.
I had considered lending him an item with heat resistance if he couldn’t withstand the flames, but fortunately that wasn’t necessary.
However.
“Taran, only you remain. Everyone else must leave.”
“Elder! Surely that’s too harsh!”
“Please, let me stay as well!”
The Smithy has already reached its capacity. Any more people would only interfere with the forging.”
“I just want to watch!”
“What, should I drill a hole in the Smithy? If I did that, the heat would escape, and if something went wrong with the Mythic-grade materials, would you take responsibility?”
“Ugh….”
Not all the Dwarves could enter.
It was only natural.
Even though the Elder’s Smithy was enormous, it couldn’t accommodate all the Dwarves of Moeldum.
After the preparations were complete.
The Dwarves’ eyes gleamed as they spoke.
“Let’s see what you’ve got!”
“Mythic-grade materials, you say!”
“What kind of material is it this time?”
“Last time it was leather. Now that we’ve got a solid feel for it, I’m confident we can craft something even better this time!”
For their sake.
I first placed the ‘Purple Mechanical God’s Gear’ that I had been commissioned to create by the Emperor.
“Hoh!”
“A gear!”
“Now that’s something unusual!”
“A mineral with a purple hue. It seems completely different from purple iron.”
“By chance, how did you obtain this material?”
“I obtained it after defeating an Evil God called the Purple Mechanical God.”
“Ooh, the Purple Mechanical God!”
“Minerals like this are more our specialty than leather!”
The Dwarves all marveled as they examined the material.
Tobin was no different.
Though he had agreed to participate, he had never properly seen such materials before, so he squeezed in among the Dwarves and desperately observed the material.
But the material wasn’t all.
“That’s the material I brought on commission from the Emperor. I also have materials I intend to use myself.”
That was merely the Emperor’s commission.
And now that I had come to Moeldum’s Smithy, I intended to have all the materials I had gathered processed.
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Iron Plate ]
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Belt ]
The moment I withdrew two of the three Mythic-grade materials I possessed, excluding the ‘electronic circuit’ that wasn’t meant for smelting.
“What!”
“Three Mythic-grade materials?”
“An iron plate! This is truly material made for our hammers alone!”
“Aaaahhhhh! Everyone grab your hammers! From now on, anyone still sleeping is out, and we continue with the fresh ones outside!”
“Create the masterpiece of my life for me!”
“Hehehehe, everyone step aside. I’ve decided this spot as my final resting place.”
“Elder, don’t lie when you’ve got another hundred years to live! Wait your turn!”
The Dwarf’s excitement had reached its peak.

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