The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 361

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Chapter 361
Chapter 361
“Before that, shouldn’t we warm up your hands first?”
“Hmm, you’re right. We can’t afford to fail while processing Mythic-grade materials.”
“But do we have anything suitable? To warm up before processing Mythic-grade materials, we’d need at least Legendary-grade materials.”
In truth, even without warming up, Dwarves had a low failure rate.
But I wanted to preserve even that slim margin of error if possible.
That’s why.
“We have plenty of materials.”
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Gear ]
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Screw ]
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Spring ]
….
I laid out the Legendary and Epic-grade materials I’d been able to select alongside the Mythic-grade items, having earned recognition for my 75% contribution rate.
Then.
“So many!”
“So many precious Legendary-grade materials!”
“Are those all Epic-grade materials? Ha, with Mythic and Legendary materials here, the Epic-grade materials look shabby by comparison.”
The Dwarves began to marvel.
But this wasn’t the end.
Ancient Mummy bandages, Desert Basilisk fangs, and more.
When I pulled out the high-grade materials I’d collected while wandering the Desert.
“No, what exactly have you been doing to casually pull out such precious materials?”
“Even just those Epic-grade materials are rare to see.”
“The Simons Trading Company, you said? They’re a fairly renowned merchant group in the Empire, but even they couldn’t procure materials of this caliber easily.”
“I’m so amazed I’ve lost the strength to react anymore.”
“With materials this good, what are we hesitating for! Let’s start work immediately!”
The Dwarves cheered and immediately began their work.
Not only the Elder, but the master blacksmiths renowned in Mueldum all came out in force.
Of course, I participated in the work as well.
Of course, for the actual crafting.
[ Starfall Hammer ]
( Non-tradeable )
Type: Hammer
Grade: Legendary
Requirements: Level 500 or higher, Crafting Lv 50 or higher, Strength 2,000 or higher
Description: A mysterious hammer crafted by a blacksmith who gazed up at a falling comet and processed a meteorite with their own hands.
Not only for a hammer to be used in smelting.
[ Lava Blacksmith’s Apron ]
[ Lava Blacksmith’s Thick Gloves ]
….
[ You have equipped all 5 pieces of the ‘Lava Blacksmith’ set. ]
[ The set effect of ‘Lava Blacksmith’ activates. ]
[ Lava Blacksmith: The skill level of your Crafting skill increases. The hotter the flames of the furnace, the higher your success rate in refining and the probability of receiving a higher grade judgment. ]
I had swapped out all my equipment for gear that would aid in refining.
Immediately after.
– You activate the skill ‘Crafting’.
I began processing the materials while swinging my hammer.
The first material I would process was an Epic-grade material.
Among the materials I had extracted, this Epic-grade material was on the lower end of the spectrum, but in truth, Epic-grade materials were quite precious in Second.
It was only natural that the crafting difficulty would be challenging.
But.
Clang!
What I was wielding was a Legendary-grade Blacksmith’s hammer.
The equipment I wore was likewise a Legendary-grade armor set that enhanced the Blacksmith’s abilities, including dexterity.
With such advantages, even the Epic-grade material was rapidly processed with each swing of my hammer, glowing red-hot from the heat.
“Oh! Remarkable. Your skill has improved tremendously from before.”
“But what is that hammer? It looks even better than the Elder’s hammer?”
“A beautiful hammer indeed.”
“More than that, what strength! A material of this caliber is difficult to bend even with all one’s might!”
Of course, it was not merely the power of the items.
First, my Strength stat.
Having surpassed level 500, my Strength stat had become extraordinarily high through Luke’s Predation, elixirs, and the All Master’s abilities.
So my hammer strikes were bound to be powerful.
And finally, one more thing.
“Ooh! It’s not just strength that’s improved!”
“The finesse is exceptional!”
“Your skill itself has risen tremendously!”
“Did you not hunt monsters all this time, but instead spend your days working as a Blacksmith in some hidden Smithy? Otherwise, your skill couldn’t have improved this much!”
“Your skill rivals our own.”
“Hmm, I cannot deny it.”
It was my Crafting skill level.
My production-type skills were synchronized with the skill level of ‘All Mastery’, so my Crafting skill level had easily surpassed 100.
A skill level of 100 is already considered the maximum level under normal circumstances.
Yet through the power of All Mastery, I had pushed it beyond the maximum level.
So my skill was bound to appear excellent.
Moreover, I possessed the experience from my time in First.
Back then, my Crafting skill level was lower, but I had accumulated far more experience.
So I could utilize my high skill level beyond its limits.
“Mir! Come over here—with skill like that, I cannot have you merely assisting!”
When I previously created the ‘Silent Lord’s Shadow’.
My stats and forging skills were both lacking, so I assisted from behind the Dwarves.
But now, things are different.
The Dwarves have acknowledged my abilities and placed me at their side.
Given that much.
“I’ll do my very best.”
“Hahaha! We should be asking more of you! Come on, warm up those hands and let’s move on to the Mythic-grade materials!”
Clang!
I began swinging my hammer with all my might.
* * *
Tobin, the youngest Imperial Blacksmith.
He felt as though he were dreaming, so overwhelming was his happiness.
‘I’m actually swinging a hammer alongside Dwarves!’
The Dwarves, renowned as the finest blacksmiths across the Continent.
More than that—the most skilled Dwarves of Moeldum, working in the Elder’s Smithy, the greatest forge in all of Moeldum.
This reality felt like a dream.
From the moment of his birth until now, he had walked the path of a blacksmith.
And for Tobin, who intended to walk only the blacksmith’s path forevermore, no moment could be happier than this.
But.
Clang!
“Hey, youngster! Swing faster! The metal’s cooling!”
“Put some strength into it! How do you expect to purge impurities with such gentle strikes?”
“Focus!”
“Yes, sir!”
Happiness alone didn’t make the work flow smoothly.
Everyone surrounding Tobin now was among the finest blacksmiths on the Continent.
Keeping pace with their hammering was extraordinarily difficult.
Tobin was the one who had won the Empire’s premier Blacksmith Selection Tournament and become the youngest Imperial Blacksmith.
Among the Imperial Blacksmiths, many possessed greater skill than Tobin, but in terms of raw talent alone, none could dismiss him.
Both Tobin and the other Imperial Blacksmiths believed.
Given sufficient time, Tobin might become the finest blacksmith of the Empire.
No—perhaps even the finest blacksmith of the entire Continent.
But.
“Youngster, what are you doing! If you can’t keep up, get out!”
“Put your back into it, strength!”
“Yes!”
Among the Dwarves, Tobin was nothing more than a youngster.
His strength, skill, experience.
Everything fell short.
Even now, taking on the most manageable auxiliary work, he could barely keep pace with the task.
No, truthfully, even this was only possible thanks to the Dwarves’ consideration.
Without their kindness, I would have been excluded from the work long ago.
But then.
Clang!
‘Lord Mir.’
Mir was different.
When one spoke of Mir, they spoke of the Empire’s renowned hero—a war hero of legendary status.
There was no one in the Empire who didn’t know how formidable Mir was.
So when Mir joined the work, I wondered if he had simply come to observe.
But that wasn’t it.
Mir moved in perfect synchronization with the Dwarves, keeping pace with their labor.
No, that was only at first.
Now Mir stood at the center of their work, leading the entire operation.
And this had nothing to do with his rank or status.
‘He’s flawless.’
Powerful strikes.
Clean, precise arcs.
Accurate impacts.
His hammer technique was so perfect it could appear in a Blacksmith’s manual.
One might think he wasn’t a war hero at all, but rather the Empire’s greatest Blacksmith.
Watching this, Tobin felt his crumbling resolve strengthen among the Dwarves.
‘I can do this.’
I cannot give up now.
Wasn’t the reason I came this far to become the Empire’s greatest Blacksmith, capable of working with Mythic-grade materials, while bearing the expectations of the Emperor and my senior Blacksmiths?
Mir had brought me to this position precisely for that purpose.
And so.
“I’ve finished the handle!”
“Good, now there’s some fire back in your eyes!”
“Just give me anything to do!”
“That’s right, that’s the spirit! Now, start crafting the handle with this! Put your strength into it!”
“Yes, senior!”
“Ha, ‘senior’—that has a nice ring to it! Let’s give it our all together! You youngster!”
“Yes, senior!!”
Tobin swung his hammer with all his might, keeping his eyes fixed on Mir’s back.
* * *
For the initial work, I used one Epic-grade and one Legendary-grade material each.
I had laid out all the materials I possessed, but I didn’t intend to craft all of them before refining the Mythic-grade materials.
Doing so would drain not just my warmup, but all the strength from my hands.
Thanks to my elevated crafting skill level, this excellent Smithy, and my peak condition.
[ Crafting has succeeded. ]
[ Judgment: Great Success ]
[ Sharp Purple Iron Sword ]
Type: Sword
Grade: Epic
“Ah, what an excellent sword!”
With my first task, I successfully crafted an Epic-grade sword using Epic-grade materials without difficulty.
Having warmed up and found my rhythm as intended, I proceeded to my second task using the Legendary-grade materials.
[ Crafting succeeded. ]
[ Judgment: Transcendent Success ]
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Steel Sword ]
Type: Sword
Grade: Mythic
A transcendent judgment—higher than great success.
Receiving a transcendent success judgment, I had successfully created a Mythic-grade sword.
Of course, even though it was Mythic-grade, having been crafted from Legendary-grade materials, it barely scraped into the Mythic tier.
Among Mythic-grade items, it would rank among the lower performers, but still—a Mythic is a Mythic.
Its performance was incomparably superior to any Legendary-grade item.
The Dwarves who witnessed this were.
“Impossible! Did you just craft a Mythic-grade sword from Legendary-grade materials?”
“The higher the material grade, the more difficult it becomes to create a finished product of even higher quality from that material.”
“Surely even the Elder couldn’t accomplish such a feat?”
“…If only I were a bit younger.”
“If you were younger, you’d probably do even worse, wouldn’t you?”
“Silence.”
“Ahem.”
The Dwarves were too busy marveling at the sword I had created.
However, I was not particularly surprised.
Had I not already crafted Mythic-grade accessories using the Evil God’s Silver Feather before?
With quality Legendary-grade materials, I was confident I could produce a Mythic-grade finished product once in every two attempts.
But that was not the real issue.
“Now I shall begin the main work in earnest.”
The first reason I had journeyed all the way to Mueldum’s Smithy.
To fulfill the task and commission the Emperor had bestowed upon me.
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Gear ]
I retrieved the Mythic-grade gear.
Since it had been a component of that massive Purple Mechanical God, the gear’s size was considerable.
As I handed over this gear,
the Emperor had entrusted me with a most difficult commission.
‘I wish to bestow rewards upon the three knight commanders who fought alongside you.’
Ragnar Bloodvein of the Red Wolf Knights.
Conrad Duran of the Black Shield Knights.
Darkness of the Ash Dust Knight Order.
Crafting mythic-grade swords, shields, and daggers—the primary weapons of three knight orders—from this single mythic-grade material.
That was the commission the Emperor had bestowed upon me.

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